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My balls stirred at his sweet talk and the urge to orgasm was overwhelming and powerful. His words were speaking to my heart and I was feeling a desire I was unsure of. My pace picked up as I wrapped my hands around the back of his head and pulled him to my chest. His legs gripped my waist as my cock pushed in and out, swelling and getting ready for release.

I slid a hand between us and held his cock so he could pump my fist as I filled him with my cock. Our breathing was faster but we spoke no more words. We were joined as one and riding the quiet waves of pleasure. He used me and I used him as we made our way to a fantastic conclusion.

“Ooooooh,” he moaned, arching his back and then relaxing back into the bed. His warm release coated my hand as I felt my own pleasure exploding from my cock and deep into his hole.

“Oh, fuck, Dek,” I gasped, relaxing onto him as we both shuddered in relief. Our mouths met again and we explored with our tongues, me still inside him as he clenched to keep me there.

“Don’t pull out yet,” he whispered. “Your cock feels so good in me, Linc.”

Our passionate sex had moved to something bigger than an agreement. It had not gotten past me that he had called me baby a few times and that I had dropped calling him boy.

We had a few days left and I was terrified. Terrified of losing him and terrified of starting something again so soon.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN: Deklyn

“You seem distant, Dek. Is it something I’ve done?” Linc asked.

I hadn’t meant to be, but he was correct. The end of the cruise was only three days away and I was depressed about it.

I’d just returned to Linc’s stateroom after his surprise visit to my cabin and my meeting with Bob Majors. His visit with me was far better than my meeting with Mr. Majors. “Sorry, Linc. Tons of shit on my mind.”

Linc was a talented lover and an aggressive top, two of my favorite things in a man. The problem was that he possessed several other things that I loved in a man. He was intelligent, thoughtful, and not afraid to be silly in his romantic endeavors. He was fun to be with, but I knew it was coming to an end at the end of the week, and after my uncomfortable meeting with Bob and the job offer, I wasn’t feeling good about our future all of a sudden.

“Was it the job offer?” he asked. “Not enough money? Title too small for a man of your stature?” he joked.

I’d known he was the man behind the offer. The company was his to lord over so naturally he’d had Bob handle the exchange so he could remain on the impartial side of things. The job offerwasandwas notthe issue. The money they’d offered was ridiculous, but after privately searching the going rate for Chief of Security for Technology, I found it to be only slightly above the normal rate. And there was the fact that I had no experience in such a role, so did I deserve such a position?

My other concern was continuing to work with a man that I had fallen in love with. I’d made that mistake already with my professor and look where that got me. Perhaps it was best to decline their offer and move on. I had discovered two things in this brief arrangement. I wanted to be in love, and I wanted to use my degree and finally kick-start my career. What I wasn’t sure of was doing both at the same location with the same man. These concerns plagued my mind, but they weren’t the main reason I was devastated. Doing an unauthorized background check on my past angered me, but that wasn’t the new issue.

“Why did you add twenty thousand dollars to my first week’s pay?” I asked, hoping to not sound as angry as I was. The bank app on my cell phone had alerted me when my first week’s pay auto-deposited. The surprise was more than shocking. For starters I’d never seen money like that in any account I possessed.

“I tip my butlers for each week of service, Dek. I’ve always done it that way.”

“And $20K a week isalwaysthe going rate?” I asked. Maybe I worried about things too much or Starr had been mistaken about the last butler receiving $10K tips on average.

“Well, no. Not exactly.”

Just as I’d thought.

“This… us… well… this is different,” he hesitantly admitted. “You know, the sex part.”

“So it’s payment for the arrangement?” I asked, sensing that my earlier concern was correct.

“That certainly wasn’t my intention.” His face was flushing, and he faltered at first to add anything to his answer. We stared at each other for a long moment. “Wait! Do you think I’m paying you like I would an escort?”

I stood and began gathering his meal dishes. He’d asked the question that I’d wanted to ask, so possibly he had thought of it that way.

“I don’t hire escorts, Dek. And I sure as fuck don’t see you that way.”

“Then why does it feel like that?” I asked, tears forming in my eyes. Had I really felt like his hired fuck or was this me sabotaging my true feelings?

Linc scooted quickly to the side of the bed I was standing near. “It’s not like that, Dek. Do you think I could honestly fake what we’ve been doing for the past two weeks?”

“It’s just sex,” I reminded him in a whisper. I said it because I wanted him to reassure me that it was more than that. I desperately wanted him to admit to sharing the same feelings I was having because it was hard to be wondering alone on this island of confusion.

“That was the agreement, right?” he asked, standing and inching toward me. His hand lifted my chin. “Right? Or is there something more here?”

Don’t run from this. This is your chance, Dek. Do it! Say it!

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