...We drove down a clean-looking street toward the ocean. We were surrounded by ocean, actually. As we streaked away from the airport, I saw the entrances to some massive and impressive-looking resorts. I strained to get a look at everything around me. The water was aqua blue and the sand so white I could see straight to the bottom even from the car. It wasn’t but a few minutes before we approached a huge resort called Sol Cayo Largo. It was magnificent. The gardens were lush and I noticed a maze of swimming pools with lavish, tropical foliage, palm trees swaying in the breeze and, beyond these, the ocean stretching out in front of me. Eduardo parked haphazardly and turned off the engine. He opened my door and I stepped out, the scent of wild flowers greeting me.

I felt Mio was close by. My body seemed hotwired to his. I was overwhelmed by the beauty of the place as Eduardo liberated my bag from the trunk. I followed him along a lush walkway, my head swiveling in every direction as we rounded a luxurious path toward a cluster of white-painted buildings to out left. Nope. It wasn’t those. Closer to the beach, there were four large suites on two floors, overlooking the ocean. These seemed more secluded…and probably more expensive. He led me to a corner suite that had a Caribbean feel with a red roof, and from what I could glimpse from the open windows, colorful furnishings inside.

And then I saw him.

Mio was waiting for me. He wore a small, very tight black swimsuit. I recognized it as an ES Collection piece made by a Barcelona designer. It was one if my favorites and Mio knew it. I loved that small strip of fabric because it accentuated everything in front and in the back, well…the back displayed his luscious ass fully naked. All it had was the strip of elasticized fabric holding it together. He was magnificent, perched on the edge of the wooden railing of a balcony that overlooked the sea.

He was a sun god and I was his mate, drawn to him…wanting him. Every second of that moment was precious but my eyes focused only on his beautiful face.

I thanked Eduardo and took my bag from him. I tried to tip him but he waved me off. Mio’s gaze locked with mine. He never even glanced at Eduardo as he got off the little ledge and tilted his head, indicating he wanted me inside. I walked around the corner and saw a private area with white-painted wrought iron tables, tropical umbrellas with grass matting, and then I saw a trail of red roses on the ground. I trotted up the few steps to the door of our suite, a pair of crossed red roses on each one. I bent to pick them up. He wasn’t at the door as I turned the handle and walked inside. The smell of roses was strong as I stepped across the polished hardwood floor.

And there he was, a single, gigantic red rose in his hands.

“How was your flight, Mr. Smith?”

Mr. Smith? Oh, yes, I was his happily married client who lusted after him.

“It would have been a lot better if you’d been on it with me. When I pay for your services, Alejandro, I pay for your company, but the roses are a nice touch.”

He seemed surprised. Frankly, I surprised myself. I’d longed to hurl myself into his arms and slurp all over his cock. He grinned at me then.

“When we make plans to meet again, I will make certain to travel with you.” His eyes held a gleam of mischief. “But it will cost you a lot more.”

“And I’m willing to pay.”

He grinned then. I thought he might laugh, but he didn’t. Instead, he handed me the rose. “For you.”

Inside the petals, I glimpsed a tiny gold key. “What’s this for?” I extracted it and held it up to him.

“Fur-lined, golden handcuffs. If you can find them, you can use them. You can cuff me to the bed and do whatever you want to me.”