Ben looked at him skeptically. “Before you lay it on too thick, you should probably know that as long as you’re not calling me a freak, I’m pretty much a sure thing.”
As hard as he tried, Léo couldn’t hold back his laughter. He pulled Ben into his arms and kissed him again, reveling in the warm, soft lips against his, the startled mewl that Ben made. This time he got his tongue in on the action. His bunny tasted delicious, and felt incredible against him, all lean, firm muscle and limbs, and soft skin, and a thrilling shiver ran down Léo’s spine. His belly clenched in arousal, and he reluctantly drew back.
“Sure thing or not, you’re… amazing. You make me laugh. You show me things from a different perspective, even if I don’t understand it. You got me to willingly enter an aquarium and spend hours there.”
“You loved it!” Ben cried indignantly. While Léo was willing to concede it hadn’t been as bad as he’d imagined, he wouldn’t say he’d loved it, so he just smiled and kissed Ben again. It wasn’t a quick kiss, and by the time they pulled apart for air, they were both hard and wanting.
“Bed?” Ben whispered. “Or a couch? Or… somewhere that’s not on this balcony, because I don’t want to traumatize any seagulls.”
Caught between laughter and wanting to just bend Ben over the table and damn the seagulls, Léo opted for sanity and dragged Ben inside. Unfortunately, this was his bunny, and although Léo didn’t see it happen, he later assumed that the combination of desire and Léo rushing him and just his being Ben meant that he tripped.
Ben made a sound between a yelp and a cry a split second before he slammed into Léo, sending them both tumbling through the thankfully open door and to the floor in the living room. They skidded a few feet across the polished hardwood floor and ended up sprawled in a tangle of limbs.
Ben made a distressed sound. Léo stared at the ceiling, wondering what had just happened.
“You knocked me off my feet,” he said. It was literally true, but, thinking back on the events of the last day, it was metaphorically true as well.
“I’m sorry!” Ben cried. He wriggled, trying to disentangle himself. “I’m such a nong, I’m so sorry.”
Léo grabbed a flailing arm and hauled Ben closer. “Stop. You’re not a… nong.” Whatever that was. “All is well. I shouldn’t have yanked at you like that.” He chuckled. “But if you think about it, this all fits with what I was saying before about you being extraordinary. You knocked me off my feet.”
There was a moment of silence, then Ben shouted with laughter. “Oh my God, you did not just say that!” He wriggled again, but this time he wasn’t trying to get away. Instead, he climbed on top of Léo and kissed him.
Within moments, Léo had his hands inside Ben’s shirt, stroking the warm, soft skin of his back. Lean muscles flexed under his hands, and he tore his mouth away from Ben’s to explore the rougher skin of his neck.
“Shirt off,” he murmured, nibbling an earlobe, and Ben made a sound of agreement.
Shirts came off, and shoes, and then trousers. Léo couldn’t tear his eyes—or hands—away from Ben. With clothes on, he was almost gawky, but without them the fitness of his slender frame was more apparent. Léo loved the lithe line of his body, the contrast of his paler skin against Léo’s own, the little shiver he gave as Léo circled his nipple with a forefinger. Léo replaced his digit with his mouth, and Ben moaned, his nipple a hard button under Léo’s tongue.
Léo thought maybe he was supposed to laugh, but he was too busy licking down Ben’s stomach. A hand in his hair wrenched his head back, and he blinked at his bunny’s determined face.
“Léo! Condoms and lube. Where?”
“Bedroom,” Léo said dazedly, and Ben let go of his hair and scrambled up off the floor, both completely graceless and strangely graceful. He hurried toward the hallway, clad only in his underwear, and Léo watched him go, admiring the way his arse moved under the black fabric. That arse disappeared around the corner with the rest of Ben, and Léo realized that not only did he definitely want to follow, but that his apartment had four bedrooms and since the master was at the end of the hall, Ben would probably appreciate some direction.
He rose and strode after his nimble—nubile—bunny, finding him reaching for the door of the room Léo used as an office. “Keep going,” he said, his voice a little husky.
Ben turned and kept walking down the hall, shooting Léo a look over his shoulder. “Where?”
“Last door.” Léo caught up quickly, reaching out to touch, to stroke… to squeeze. Ben moaned, hesitated, and Léo urged him on, hand on his arse. Just a few steps more… then they were in Léo’s bedroom, and he was stripping off Ben’s underwear, his hand on bare, naked, warm skin, Ben’s hard, pulsing dick rubbing against him. Somehow they made it to the bed. Ben’s hands were in Léo’s briefs, then the briefs were gone and Ben was dropping to his knees, and oh, it was so good, hot, wet…. Ben’s mouth was a miracle, but he wanted in that arse.
“Stop,” he panted. “I want to fuck you.”
Ben pulled back, lips shiny, and smiled. He scrambled to his feet, turned, and bent over the bed, peering back over his shoulder. “I want that too.”
Léo fumbled in the nightstand for lube, then cursed. “Wait.” He strode across to the en suite bath to find condoms. He rarely invited hookups to his home, so there was no need to keep them by the bed.
He found them and rushed back to the bedroom. Ben had moved, was lying on his back across the mattress, knees drawn up, stretching himself, and the very sight sent all the blood in Léo’s head rushing to his cock. He gulped.
“You look amazing,” he said hoarsely.
Ben turned his head and smiled at him, and that was all Léo needed.
Within moments he was on the bed, stretching over his lithe, beautiful, sexy bunny, kissing him, worshipping his mouth, and then the condom was on and he pressed inside Ben’s hot, tight arse.
They both groaned.
Slowly, slowly, Léo inched in, a vise grip on his control. He pulled back, slid forward again, repeating the action several times until Ben grabbed his shoulders, fingers digging in, and demanded, “Fuck me, please!”
So Léo did.
Chapter Six
BEN woke slowly, feeling wonderful. The pillow under his head was the perfect density, and the arm slung over his waist—
Léo.
His eyes snapped open. He’d had sex with Léo. And not just any sex, not garden-variety sex that was good and satisfying but easily done. No, he’d had hot, screaming, nerve-wrenching, life-changing sex. Twice. And then again just before dawn when he’d accidentally woken Léo by tripping on his own feet on his way back from the en suite bathroom.
Three times.
In one night.
And he felt awesome.
Well, maybe a little tender, but in the best possible way.
Ben wriggled back a little so that his body was in full contact with Léo’s. For a dilettante playboy who didn’t work and ate and drank exceptionally rich food and wine, the man was in excellent shape. Nude, he looked like he should be in a men’s health magazine, and Ben loved the sensation of all that firm, rippled muscle against him now. He wriggled again, just because he could.
Léo chuckled.
Ben jumped and tried to jerk away, but the arm around him tightened, fitting them so close together that a tissue wouldn’t have fit between them. And either Léo had stashed a torch in the bed, or he was very happy to have Ben snuggled against him.
Ben’s dick perked up at the thought.
“Good morning,” Léo murmured in his ear, his voice husky and growly, and Ben shivered.
“Hi,” he said lamely. “Um, I mean good morning. Did you sleep well?”
Léo stretched, and Ben grinned foolishly as muscles shifted against his skin. “I slept very well. What time is it?”
Squinting at his watch in the dimly lit room, Ben said, “A little after nine. Wow, we slept late.”
Léo chuckled a
gain. “Well, we were worn out.” He sat up, pulling a protesting Ben with him, and threw back the covers.
Ben pouted. “I was all warm and comfy,” he complained. “I’m on holiday in Monaco. I’m supposed to do things like sleep late.”
Léo kissed him, quickly at first, but then came back for a long, lingering kiss that heated rapidly and made Ben so hard his dick could have pounded nails. He wrapped his arms around Léo, but just as he was seriously thinking about round four (four times in less than a day!), Léo pulled back.
“Léo,” Ben whined, and Léo dropped another quick kiss on his mouth, pausing to gently bite Ben’s lower lip.
“Up,” Léo said firmly. “You’re on holiday in Monaco. You should see everything that makes this place what it is.” He disentangled himself from Ben and got up, strolling naked to the windows to open the curtains. Ben was admiring the view when glaringly bright sunshine flooded in, blinding him. By the time he was finally able to see again, Léo had left the room.
Scowling, Ben clambered toward the edge of the king-size bed, but somehow he got caught in the covers and ended up pitching off face-first, thankfully catching himself before his nose made contact with the floor. The rug was plush, but he didn’t think it would blunt the impact completely.
Glad that Léo hadn’t seen his less-than-graceful dismount, he scrambled to his feet and spent a moment wondering what he should do next. Get dressed? Should he help himself to the shower? Or wander out naked to see what Léo was doing? He’d had one-night stands before, but this wasn’t exactly that… or was it? Was Léo expecting him to discreetly bug off?
“I can almost see the gears turning in your head,” Léo’s amused voice said, and Ben swung around to see him standing in the doorway—still naked.
“Uh… what do you mean?” Ben stalled, wondering if he should just straight-out ask.
“You were thinking very hard. What has your brain so busy?”
Crap. I’m not sure if you’re done with me and I’m overstaying my welcome. No way was he saying that. “Um. I was… I need coffee.” He seized on the excuse.
Léo smiled. “It should be ready soon. And then I thought we’d go to the club for brunch.”
Ben froze even as something inside him did a happy dance. Léo didn’t want to get rid of him after all, but oh my God, the club? Did he mean the yacht club? What the fuck was Ben going to do at the yacht club?
“The club?” he asked carefully. “The yacht club you mentioned yesterday?” Léo nodded, and Ben nodded, but then he stopped because the nod felt a little too enthusiastic, like maybe he’d turned into a bobblehead doll. “I, um, I should….” Léo’s face became a carefully neutral mask, and Ben hesitated. Why shouldn’t he go to the yacht club? He’d likely never again get the chance to see the inside of an exclusive members-only yacht club in Monaco. He had the wardrobe for it now. And Léo would be there to show him the ropes, so it wasn’t like he could make too big an arse of himself.
Ben carefully didn’t think about all the ways he could make an arse of himself.
“I should probably go back to my hotel and change,” he said. “But coffee first.”
Léo smiled.
BEN slipped into the taxi. “The Fairmont, please,” he told the driver, and pulled out his phone. He was pretty sure it wouldn’t take long to get there, since nothing in Monaco was far away, but if he didn’t check in with Dani, she’d start planning his assassination.
As the phone rang in his ear, he grinned. Assassination. Hadn’t Léo and Malik been surprised when they’d heard that theory?
“Finally!” Dani shrieked in his ear, and Ben winced and pulled the phone away as the driver glanced back over his shoulder.
“Hey, Dani,” he said weakly.
“Don’t you ‘hey’ me! I got one lousy text more than twelve hours ago saying ‘all good, talk later,’ and then nothing!”
“Well, I was kinda busy,” Ben defended.
She went silent, and he wasn’t sure if that was a sign of acceptance or uncontrollable rage. “Busy… like carnally?”
Ben rolled his eyes. “Oh my God, Dani.”
“Well?” she insisted, and he gave in.
“Yes.”
She cheered. Actually cheered.
Ben rolled his eyes again.
“I know you’re rolling your eyes,” she said.
“Good, then I don’t need to tell you you’re an idiot.”
“No, but you do need to tell me what happened. Not the details,” she tacked on hastily. “Just a vague outline.”
Ben sighed and slumped back against the seat. “A vague outline? Okay.”
“Really?” Her surprise was evident, and he had to grin.
“Yes, really. So, vaguely, we met for lunch.” He was glad that vague meant he didn’t have to tell her about the debacle in the lobby of the Fairmont.
Well, not yet, anyway.
“After lunch—oh my God, I nearly forgot. His car, Dani!”
“His car?” Dani sounded confused. “Is that a euphemism?”
Ben snorted. “No, you loser. I’m talking about his actual car.”
“Since when do you care anything about cars?” The skepticism in Dani’s voice was heavy.
“Since I’ve been in this one. It was a religious experience, I’m not joking.” Ben closed his eyes and remembered riding in the magnificent machine, which was to ordinary cars as the glorious champagne of the other evening was to the plonk he usually drank.
“A religious experience. Right. What was it, a Porsche or something?”
“Not a Porsche,” Ben said. “A Bugatti Veyron Grand Sport.” He still really had no idea what that meant, but figured Dani would already be looking it up, and she could tell him all about it. Sure enough, that was the sound of her keyboard clicking away….
“Wow!”
“Yep,” Ben said smugly. “Léo’s is an older one, nearly eleven years old, but it’s pretty amazing.”
Dani laughed. “Benji, you moron, this isn’t like a Ford where they release a new model every year. It doesn’t matter how old Léo’s is, it won’t devalue. This is a limited edition car—there were only four hundred and fifty Veyrons ever made, and they’re completely sold out.”
Ben was even more glad that he hadn’t been wearing his grotty old shoes. “Are you reading that off the website?” he asked, in an attempt to avoid saying anything stupid.
“Pretty much. Also, whatever you do, don’t look up the cost of this car.”
“That bad?” Ben winced.
“You’ll be scared to walk too close to it,” she confirmed. He remembered again how it had felt to ride in that car, and even though she couldn’t see him, he shook his head.
“Dani, it’s a risk I’m willing to take.”
She laughed again. “Okay, so back to the vague outline. What happened after lunch?”
“We went to the Musée océanographique, then back to his place for drinks. That’s where I was when you texted. Malik was there for a while, then he left and Léo and I—” He hesitated, glancing at the driver. “We got to know each other better.” As soon as he said it, he wished he hadn’t. As a euphemism, it wasn’t very vague.
“Okay,” Dani mused. “Vague outlines suck balls. Give me details about everything up until clothes came off. And then tell me about this morning. After clothes went back on.”
The cab pulled into the Fairmont’s drive and under the portico. “Hold on,” Ben told Dani, and leaned forward to pay the driver. Once he was walking into the hotel, he put the phone back to his ear. “Sorry. Okay, details.” As he crossed the large lobby toward the elevators that led to his part of the hotel, he recounted what had happened at lunch and the aquarium in a little more detail. By the time he finished telling her about Léo’s alternately (adorably) whiny and fascinated attitude at the Musée océanographique, he was stepping out of the elevator on his floor.
“So then back to his place for drinks?” Dani said as he checked the signs and walked
down one of the several seemingly identical corridors. The problem with hotels that weren’t built in standard shapes was that they were way too easy to get lost in.
“Yep, back to his place for drinks. Malik was there when—”
“Wait, tell me about his place first, before I get distracted,” she insisted.
He sighed, but mostly for effect. Léo’s apartment was pretty spectacular. “Well, to start with, it’s bigger than your place and mine combined. I mean, I know neither of us live in big places, but still, considering what the price of property is supposed to be like here, it’s a big space for one person. Overlooking the ocean, gorgeous balcony the size of my bedroom. Solid timber furniture, and I think some of it was antique. And, Dani, God, the bathroom! I could move into it.”
“Ocean view, you say?” she said, seemingly stuck on that.
“Yes,” he answered as he stopped in front of his door and fumbled in his pocket for the key card. “From the living area and the master bedroom. But that’s not entirely rare here, Dani. Practically the entire place is built on a hill rising from the sea.” He pushed into the room and tossed the card on the desk as the door closed behind him. His room was reassuringly exactly as he had left it, with his new clothes strewn everywhere.
“Do you know where it is?”
Ben kicked off his boat shoes, which had been surprisingly comfortable, damn it, and flopped on the bed. “I wasn’t really paying that much attention to street signs, Dani,” he said. “And I didn’t ask for his addy.”
“Come on,” she wheedled. “You must have seen something. How far from the marina was it?”
“Wait,” he said, squinting at the ceiling. “As we drove into the garage, there was a sign. It might have been the name of the building.”
“What was it?” she demanded.
He heard tapping and clicking, presumably as she prepared to type whatever he told her into Google.
“Like I could pronounce it,” he scoffed, and she heaved a sigh.
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