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Discreetly, Isaac smiled to himself.

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JARED

Three hours later, they landed in Marseille, where a limo was waiting to drive them to the marina. Once they arrived, they boarded the luxury yacht and were immediately greeted by Mr. Matisse and at least ten middle-aged men—all holding a glass of champagne and all smiling hungrily at the group of young men who had just boarded their yacht.

After a round of introductions, the group set sail for their three-day cruise around the French Riviera. The cruise wasn’t about the destination—it was about a weekend of booze, partying, and watching hot studs grind up against each other. This was how the rich and powerful did business.

It didn’t take long for the boys to change into their skin-tight Speedos and join the others on deck for some drinking and partying.

They all knew the drill. They were hired to be friendly, look sexy, and show these guys a good time. The only rule that Matteo regularly enforced during these gigs wasno sleeping with the guests.

Matteo insisted that the host of the event sign a legal contract stating that his boys’ services included drinking, partying, and stripping naked, but sexual activity with guests was strictly prohibited. Any breach of this clause would result in a one-point-five-million-dollar fine and immediate revocation of the host’s membership withLa Maison de M. Matteo didn’t mess around with this provision. He was serious, and any violation meant the end of their relationship with the club and with Matteo himself. And anyone would tell you that having Matteo as a friend could be very beneficial.

One of Matteo’s other stipulations was that a member ofLa Maison’ssecurity team must accompany the boys on the yacht to ensure that the rules of the contract were followed and that the boys’ safety was guaranteed.

There had been too many cases of human trafficking occurring all across Europe, and the globe for that matter. Matteo always felt better knowing that a member of his trusted security team was there watching out for his boys.

The guys spent the next few hours flirting, drinking, and applying sunscreen to those “hard to reach” places on so many men. Although, why men could not reach their inner thighs was still a mystery to some.

Men came and went, chatting it up with each of the boys and enjoying a lap dance or two as the day progressed.

Jared, himself, was getting a lot of attention from a few of the German and Greek couples who kept asking him to flex for them and kept grabbing his ass whenever he was turned.

He didn’t mind. They kept shoving fifties down his suit so often that he had to keep running back to his room to drop off his cash. These weekends were gold mines for Matteo’s boys.

No matter how busy he was or how many guys were vying for his attention, Jared’s eyes always found Isaac’s.

They watched each other from across the yacht. Both of them drifting toward each other whenever possible.

Jared did what he could to discreetly insert himself into groups and conversations that Isaac was having with guests. Most men didn’t mind. Why flirt with one hot stud when you can flirt with two?

Whenever they weren’t together, Jared would catch Isaac casually looking around as if searching for his big, muscled protector. His cheeks would always flush whenever they found Jared’s.

Isaac may not be aware, but Jared had secretly been in love with the annoying little menace for quite some time now. There was nothing that he wouldn’t do for the pain in his ass.

As the hours passed by, the men on the ship became more intoxicated and a lot more… handsy. It got to the point where Jared decided to park himself right beside Isaac and run interference if things got too… out of hand.

That, and he also didn’t like other men pawing at the guy who gave him a boner every morning, but of course,thathe kept to himself.

Around midnight, Jared had enough of watching guys grope and grab at Isaac. His tolerance was running thin, and it would be bad for business if he started throwing men overboard.

Instead, he decided to take the less obvious route and began pouring the guys double shots of whatever liquor was available.

“Another shot for my sexy man,” Jared encouraged as he began pouring shots directly into men’s open mouths.

Some took advantage of the opportunity and grabbed a handful of his ass cheek or even were so bold as to cop a feel of his junk.

Whatever.He didn’t care if they grabbed him. More hands on him meant fewer hands on Sonic.

Forty minutes later, the deck had cleared out and Jared and Isaac made their way back to the cabin that they were both sharing.

“Man, I wish I brought a bigger suit,” Isaac huffed, pulling handfuls of cash out of his swimsuit and dropping them down on the bed.

Jared stepped next to him and began tossing the cash from his swimsuit onto the bed as well.

“Makin’ it rain!” he chuckled as he dropped some of the bills on top of Isaac’s head.

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