He definitely wasn’t falling for his PA. That would be ridiculous.
8
Sunny flicked the lock on his bedroom door closed with one hand, already tugging his pants open with the other. He kicked his shoes off and collapsed onto the bed, pushing his pants and underwear down as far as his thighs and then grabbing his cock eagerly.
He’d been so close to kissing Grant, and he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it all day. About how warm and solid he was, how stunning he was when he smiled. Sunny already craved his attention and approval in the most embarrassing way, and if he’d just closed the gap between them…
He either would have been fired, or he’d be having the time of his life right now instead of reaching down to cup his balls, sliding his fingers back to play with his hole.
Sunny’s stomach bottomed out as he thought of Grant touching him here instead, strong, steady fingers brushing against him, then easing him open, forcing him to be patient as he took his time.
Grant would be so patient. He might have had trouble keeping his schedule in order, but Sunny could tell he was the kind of man who’d want to take his time, get to know a partner, who’d consider that foreplay and prep time were just as important, just as much fun as getting to the part where he was screwing their brains out.
Sunny could picture himself sitting in Grant’s lap and riding him, Grant’s cock buried deep in his ass, his hands on Sunny’s thighs and awe on his face as he got a lot more than he’d ever asked for.
He took his hand away long enough to fumble in his nightstand for lube, grabbing the bottle and pouring some onto his fingers, barely bothering to warm it up before rolling onto his stomach and shoving a finger inside himself.
He hissed at the suddenness of it, but his body adjusted quickly, arousal making this easy.
Closing his eyes, Sunny pictured Grant looking up at him with lust in his eyes, his thighs tense under Sunny’s, their bellies pressed together, Sunny’s cock trapped between them, his hands on Grant’s shoulders for balance.
A soft grunt escaped him as he added a second finger, not satisfied with one. Grant was a pretty solid guy, so there was no doubt in Sunny’s mind that he’d have a cock to match. Thick and perfectly curved, just big enough to feel like a little too much at first.
Grant would kiss like he meant it. He’d put his whole body into it, pour all the need and want and lust he had into Sunny’s mouth, hold him steady while he got what he wanted, leave Sunny breathless and dizzy and desperately wanting more.
He already wanted more, and they hadn’t actually kissed.
Sunny probably shouldn’t have wanted to kiss him at all, but in the privacy of his own bedroom, he was allowed. As long as he didn’t act on it, no harm could come from a little fantasizing.
Or a lot of fantasizing.
Sunny rolled back over, kicking his pants and underwear off to spread his legs wider, his eyes rolling back as his fingers slipped in deeper, a jolt of pleasure coursing through him as he hit the spot he was after. He bit down on his lip and closed his eyes, conjuring up an image of Grant in front of him, his mouth slack and his eyes dark, staring at Sunny like he was the most amazing thing in the world.
That was so hot. The thought of Grant wanting him, of being excited to be with him made Sunny squirm, his cock leaking onto his stomach and over his hand.
Restless, he rolled onto his side, wishing now that he’d paused to grab a toy for his ass. He was close, but this wasn’t enough, not really.
He wanted Grant inside him, hot and thick and eager for the attention, as desperate for Sunny as Sunny was for him.
He shouldn’t have wanted that at all, but he couldn’t help it. Grant was the perfect hot older man, the kind of man Sunny dreamed of, mature and settled and experienced, patient, happy to savor sex instead of rush to get off.
Sunny moaned as he withdrew his fingers and then shoved three inside at once, a spurt of precome spilling over his hand as he fisted his cock, spreading it along the length so he could jerk himself off faster.
In his mind, it was Grant inside him, holding still for a moment before rocking forward, keeping Sunny in place while he worked his cock inside, every movement of his hips pressing another half inch into him until he was in as far as he could go, so deep that Sunny could feel it in the pit of his stomach, a thick, heavy weight inside him, touching every sensitive spot he had and then some.
He could almost feel Grant’s breath against his neck, smell his cologne, feel the warmth of his body behind him.
Sunny buried his face in his pillow, muffling an embarrassing moan despite the fact that he knew he was alone. He was so close now, right on the edge, his thighs aching with the effort of rocking back and forth, his cock leaking freely, his balls tight.
His orgasm started deep in his stomach, welling up like a snowball rolling downhill, building so fast that there was no way Sunny could have stopped it even if he wanted to. He moaned again as it hit him, arching his back as a bolt of pleasure shot down his spine, jerking his hips against the mattress as he rode it out, coming all over himself and his blankets.
They’d needed to be washed, anyway. Now he wouldn’t have a choice.
Sunny’s head spun as he came down, his lungs burning as he panted to catch his breath, the image of Grant slipping away as he eased his fingers out of his ass.
He rolled onto his back again and sank heavily into the mattress, wrung out by the effort of getting off.
Wanting to fuck his boss was probably not the greatest idea ever.
Sunny stared up at the ceiling, turning that thought over in his mind.
It was probably just because he hadn’t gotten laid in a while. Once the Christmas season was over, he’d have to work on that. It’d been too long, and he was just latching onto the first available, attractive man he’d come across.
That was totally it.
He had no non-work-appropriate feelings about Grant at all.
Not even that his eyes were really pretty, or that his lips always looked so soft.
Or that he was incredibly patient and gentle, and seeing that made Sunny’s stomach do somersaults every time.
It was definitely just that he hadn’t gotten laid in a while, and he was sticking to that.
9
The more Grant thought about everything he had to get ready for Christmas, the more he realized that he was going to need Sunny’s help.
It was too much to ask. The one thing Sunny had asked for was Christmas day off, and Grant had wanted to tell him to go home on Friday and not come back until the first Monday of the new year.
Now he was on the verge of asking for his pre-Christmas weekend, too.
He was a terrible boss.
But he needed the help, and the worst part was that he knew Sunny would help him. For whatever reason, Sunny seemed to like him.
It was nice to be liked.
It wasn’t nice to take advantage of it, but he didn’t have much choice.
Grant took a deep breath, checked his hair in the reflection of his laptop screen, and steeled himself.
“Sunny,” he began, figuring it couldn’t hurt to practice once or twice. “Sunny,” he repeated, changing his tone to something softer.
This wasn’t an order. It was a request.
“Sunny,” he said a third time, glancing up at the door to make sure he hadn’t accidentally summoned him.
“This is a lot to ask, but I could really use your help setting up for Christmas. I know it’s not in your job description, but I will compensate you, it’s just that-”
Grant paused as the door to his office swung open.
“Are you talking to yourself?” Sunny asked. “Because I thought I heard you call.”
Crap.
Now he had to ask, whether he was ready or not.
“Who are we compensating?” Sunny continued.
Grant wet his lips. “Uh, you, actually,” he said, completely forgetting the speech he’d just put together in hi
s head. “I need to ask you a favor. Of the personal kind. I’ll pay you.”
Sunny stepped into the office and closed the door behind him. “Are you about to ask the impossible again?”
“Kinda?” Grant winced at the thought.
He was asking too much. He knew that.
But Sunny was so helpful, and he needed the help. He didn’t have anyone else to ask, and he couldn’t do it all on his own.
Sunny sat down across from him, smoothing out his tie and settling his tablet in his lap, ready to take notes.
Grant sighed. He had to ask. The worst that could happen was that Sunny would say no.
Or maybe the worst that could happen was that he could say yes.
He knew how taking his pretty, much younger PA to a cabin in the middle of nowhere would look. He just didn’t have the luxury of caring about that right now.
This was about Hope. He would have done anything for her, and one or two rumors going around weren’t enough to stop him.
Besides, if they thought Sunny would be even remotely interested in someone like him, they were idiots. Sunny could do a lot better.
“I need you to come up to that cabin with me. I know I promised you some time off, and you’ll still get it. You said it was near your parents’ place, and I promise I will personally take you home on the morning of Christmas Eve so you can spend some time with them, and I’ll make you dinner the night before, and I’ll pay you twice your normal rate.”
Sunny smiled a small, kind smile, setting his tablet down in his lap. “Just pay me appropriate overtime.”
Grant blinked at him. “Was that a yes?” he asked.
Sunny nodded. “Sure. Sounds like an adventure, and I’m always up for those. As long as I don’t have to wear a suit?”
“You don’t,” Grant smiled at him. “You’d freeze.”
“You forget that I’m from here,” Sunny said. “I’m used to the cold. I love this season.”
“Yeah, well… I’m still eating into your personal time, so the offer to show up in pajamas still holds. Oh, and before I forget for the thousandth time.” He opened his desk drawer and took out the envelope marked Sunny inside it, passing it across the desk. “This is for you. Think of it as an early Christmas gift.”
Sunny took the unsealed envelope, glanced inside, and then blushed to the tips of his ears. “That’s a lot of money.”
“And you’re worth every penny,” Grant said. “I was miserable before I met you. Now I’m looking forward to Christmas. And you’re a lot cheaper than therapy.”
Sunny laughed, still blushing, his dark eyes shining in the moonlight streaming through the window behind Grant.
He was impossibly pretty, his smile bright enough to light up the entire room in the absence of any actual sun.
Grant was kidding himself if he thought he was imagining the way he felt about Sunny. He’d even come to terms with that.
It was just that Sunny was completely out of his league, which was probably for the best. He didn’t need to be the guy screwing his PA, anyway.
Even if his PA was the best, most wonderful person he’d ever met.
“So, uh… was that all you needed?” Sunny asked.
“Oh, uh, yeah.” Grant glanced at the time. “Wow, you should definitely be going home. When did six o’clock happen?”
“About fifteen minutes ago,” Sunny said, deadpan.
Grant laughed softly, nodding as he looked at the time again. “Yeah, I guess so. Why’re you still here?”
“I had a few things to catch up on that I didn’t want to have to face in the morning. But I’m glad I stayed.”
“I’m glad you agreed to come. That takes a load off my mind,” Grant said. “As always, I don’t know how I’d live without you.”
“You’ve managed it for the last forty-odd years,” Sunny said, standing and tucking the envelope into his inside pocket. “I’m sure you’d be okay, but I’m always happy to help.”
“See you tomorrow,” Grant called after Sunny’s retreating back, earning himself a tiny wave.
At least he didn’t have to worry about Christmas anymore.
He definitely needed to think about dating, though.
10
“Oh, wow,” Sunny said the moment the cabin came into view, childlike awe welling up in his chest as he took in the old, weather-worn boards and the adorable shingles on the front. It was even more perfect in real life than it had been in the photos.
Secretly, he was glad he got to see it in person after he’d gone to so much effort looking for something like this.
He was also glad he got to spend the day alone with Grant, which so far had been good for his soul.
It had been a while since he’d been this attracted to someone, and even if he knew he couldn’t have him, it was still nice to just be near him.
Sunny had never enjoyed a long car ride more in his entire life.
Even the stop to pick up a real Christmas tree and the trouble they’d had getting it tied to the top of Grant’s compact city car had been a lot more fun than it had any right to be.
Especially since while Sunny had thought Grant’s ass looked great in his suit pants, he’d been driven to drooling a little over the way he looked in a nice, sensible pair of dad jeans and a comfy sweater.
All Sunny wanted for Christmas now was to cuddle with him for an hour or so.
He sincerely doubted he was going to get his wish, but the thought of it was keeping him warm despite the weather.
“You did good,” Grant said, smiling broadly. “This is even more perfect than I imagined.”
“I’m glad you’re happy,” Sunny said, climbing out of the car once Grant had parked it and looking up at the tree, which was by some miracle still on top and reasonably stable, not hanging off one side or in a ditch on the way here.
He’d honestly been expecting to have to beg someone to deliver one.
“You did a good job tying that tree on,” Sunny commented as Grant started unbuckling the ties.
“Not bad for a beginner, huh?” Grant smiled to himself, so brightly that it made him look like an excited little boy.
Sunny was glad he was happy. That was all he’d wanted.
“Not bad at all,” Sunny said, helping Grant ease it to the ground. They’d picked a fairly small one at a little over five feet, so it wasn’t too heavy for the two of them to carry inside.
Sunny took the key he’d been mailed out of his pocket, leaving Grant to hold the tree up by himself while he got the door open.
Once he had, he watched Grant heft the whole thing by himself and walk inside as if it was no effort.
That was…
Hot, honestly.
“Well, if being the COO of a big New York marketing firm doesn’t work out, it looks like you could always become a lumberjack.”
“You think I’d suit plaid?” Grant grinned at him. His face was a little red, but there was no way in hell Sunny could have lifted that tree alone.
Sunny shrugged. “I think you could pull it off if you wanted to. Maybe grow your beard out a little. Could be a look.”
Grant chuckled. “I couldn’t take you with me, though,” he said.
Sunny’s stomach fluttered at that. “Your life wouldn’t be so complicated that you’d need me,” he said, shivering at the end of the sentence. It was almost as cold inside as it was outside.
Grant glanced at the fireplace. “Time for me to show off,” he said, heading back out to the car.
Sunny went to get the tree stand he’d been promised was in the storage space under the stairs, dragging it out and dusting it off in the hall before bracing himself to lift it and take it into the living room.
It was old, and heavy, but it looked like it’d do the job.
Besides, he’d also gotten a tree skirt while he’d been shopping for decorations, so no one was going to see it.
Grant could put the tree up. Sunny wasn’t about to even attempt that, not with the huge spike he as
sumed had to go in the trunk.
He’d actually never dealt with a real tree before, and it seemed like a lot of effort to go to, but he understood why Grant wanted one. When he was a kid, he’d definitely associated them with perfect Christmases.
When he made it back to the living room, he found Grant with newspaper, matches, and firewood from the shed outside.
“Do you… know how to do that?” Sunny asked.
He didn’t have the first idea, but he couldn’t see why Grant would, either.
“Patience,” Grant said, focused on the fireplace.
Sunny went to the car to start bringing in the food. It was cold enough out that putting all of it in the fridge would probably warm it up a little, but it still seemed like the kind of thing he should do.
By the time Sunny was finished stacking food in the refrigerator and putting the dry goods in the cupboards, he walked back into the living room to see a cheerfully-crackling fire, the tree firmly in the stand, and Grant standing on the plush rug in front of it, warming his hands and grinning to himself.
“Wow,” Sunny said as he took in the sight. “Sorry for doubting you. Where’d you learn to build a fire?”
“YouTube,” Grant responded. “I’ve watched like twenty videos about it. I think I did okay.”
“Now I’m even more impressed.” Sunny smiled. “Look at you, teaching yourself how to do things with the internet.”
“I can do some things,” Grant said. “I’m not actually a helpless baby. I know how to use the internet to find things out. I’m not that old.”
“I know.” Sunny went over to stand beside him. “And I know you’re not a helpless baby. You’re a very competent man who just needs a little help to do everything he does. I mean, there are things I can’t do. If we see a spider, it is absolutely your job to deal with it, because I’ll be busy standing on the couch and screaming. And I could not do your job. All those people asking me to make decisions that might tank the whole company if I screw it up? No, nuh uh. Nope. Too much responsibility, not interested.”
Grant chuckled. “You’d be fine at my job. You’re very organized.”
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