Corbin was confused.
“Why aren’t you surprised to see me here?” he asked, bummed out.
Will just laughed.
And laughed.
And laughed.
If Corbin could see the look on his face, he’d laugh, too. It was a cross between disappointment and annoyance that once more, Gene had outplayed him.
There was the master and there was the student, and it was clear who was who.
“I can’t believe this.”
Well, so much for that. It appeared that Corbin’s fun was officially over. He hadn’t surprised the seasoned Fed, and he’d really tried too.
Gene clued him in, and the whole time, he was still watching Mr. Hotness head his way.
God.
He loved a tiny, whiteSpeedo.
“Row G, seats twenty-seven and twenty-eight,” he said, saying nothing else.
What more needed to be said? He’d not only ousted his game, but he played hide-and-seek and won.
Checkmate.
Corbin gasped.
“HOW?”
Gene was to the point as he pointed at the lounger beside him for them to sit.
“Take a seat, young’uns’,” he stated.
His mate wouldn’t need that seat. He planned on putting Ethan on his lap. Gene had another erection, and he wanted to enjoy his holiday.
His dick against Ethan’s ass in that tiny swimsuit…that was the filthiness that he needed to fuel the debauchery.
At that very moment, Ethan was flipping his wet hair back, and there were beads of ocean water glistening across that massive raven tattoo on his chest.
Oh, someone was licking them off of there.
Bet.
On.
It.
Because he could multitask, he told him so the man would learn a valuable lesson.
He wasn’t ready to play spy.
STILL.
“Well, if you must know, Corby, I smelled your aftershave, and I know the Crotch-Goblin giggle. Unlike you, Corbin, I’m alert all of the time. I have to worry about Javier Hughes, and other idiots sneaking up on us. I may be on vacation, but I see what is going on around us.”
