Page 39 of The Butler

“Sure did and you missed the hottest go-go boys I’ve seen in years.”

“And?” I asked.

Bob was a hunk. A rich hunk, and he liked his men on the darker side. The beautiful Hispanics and Filipinos being his favorites. His grin spoke volumes.

“That good, huh?”

“Beyond good. I hated to leave.” Unlike me, Bob did hire escorts. He wanted what he wanted and if it meant ordering it off a menu of hirable boys, he would. “The exchange rate is so good too,” he added.

“You’re gross, dude.”

“At least I don’t sulk around my two-hundred-million-dollar yacht all day worrying about whether boys like me or not.”

That hurt, but he was correct. Speaking of which, I knew why I was really on deck. He hadn’t come crawling back to me after twenty-four hours and I was desperate to spot him. As if the heavens decided to ruin my day, Deklyn appeared above me on the narrow wraparound deck in front of the bridge’s windows. I laid on a deck recliner and hid behind my sunglasses, watching his every move. He had on the tight white shorts that the deck crew wore, and a very tight navy-blue tank top with an anchor embroidered on the back of it. The logo and name of the boat, Action, was in the middle of the anchor. He was smooth like I remembered from our many sessions of lovemaking.Lovemaking, Linc? Was that what it was?His skin was golden, and his blond hair was unruly, blowing wildly in the ocean breeze. If he cared about his appearance, it didn’t show, but then again, why would he? Deklyn Dalton was naturally stunning. He didn’t have to fuss.

“He’s quite a vision, isn’t he?” Bob asked, watching me watching Dek. I tried hiding behind the safety of sunglasses, but Bob saw through my ploy. “What happened?” he asked.

“Nothing,” I grumbled.

“Don’t lie to me, Lincoln Carrington. I know all your secrets and this ruse is not as clever as you think.”

Dek had his back to us. I doubted he knew I was on deck. He was washing the windows of the bridge. As he stood on his tiptoes, his calf muscles popped and his tank top lifted, revealing his smooth and defined lower back. The Calvin Klein label on his briefs only caused more desire to move to my cock. Dek was all boy and so unassuming in his ways. He fit in on the deck. He fit in in the interior. He fit in wherever you placed him. The fact that he was also smart as a whip only made him more desirable. Dek had it all and he’d chosen to walk away from me over being insulted by my wealth and unauthorized actions. He had pride and a whole lot of everything else I’d ever wanted in a partner.

“Yeah, he’s ok,” I answered.

Bob laughed.

“You don’t know shit,” I added after his disagreeing laugh.

“Maybe, but you’re not the only one pining for our handsome Mr. Dalton,” he said, motioning to the bridge deck.

My eyes moved to where Dek was, and I saw my first officer had come out of the bridge and was leaning back against one of the big windows. He was in his all-white officer’s uniform looking particularly masculine. His crossed arms had bulging biceps while his button-down shirt barely contained his chest. He hungrily watched Dek as he washed the windows, paying special attention to him when he stepped up to reach the tops of the windows. He wasn’t even being subtle about his examination of my boy’s body.My boy?Dek hadn’t been on the upper decks since arriving so I was sure that my First Officer was delighted by the new eye candy.

“Do you think our new First Officer is hot?” I asked, turning to Bob, needing him to sooth my possessive anger.

“The crew calls him First OfficerPerfect,” he answered. “And I’d agree he is quite the specimen of maleness.”

“He’s not that great. Those muscles can’t be real,” I said.

“Is someone worried about Mr. Dalton and the proximity of the God standing next to him?”

At the exact moment that Bob was confirming my worst fears, I glanced at the two of them. Dek had placed his towel over the rail, and he was adjusting the top button of his superior’s shirt. First OfficerAssholehad his hands on Dek’s hips as he waited for him to finish. If this had been a porn flick, I would have had my dick out with excitement, but this was one of my crew members moving in on my property.

“What the fuck is he doing with Dek?” I hissed toward Bob.

“Making his move would be my guess,” he unwisely quipped.

I stood up and glared at Bob, but that didn’t shut him up.

“Not his fault that the one Dek really wants isn’t making one of his own moves,” he said unapologetically.

I was raging inside. I was angry and felt like my head would explode.

“That’s… he’s… I’m…”

“Use your big-boy words, Lincoln,” Bob teased.

“Deklyn!” I yelled. Dek turned to me, surprised to see me on deck. “I need you down here. Now!”

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