Daddy Christmas, page 9
We had time, though. Right? We had to. I wanted to know everything.
“I got even angrier when I didn’t get the opportunity to go back to Botswana,” he said. “But I was partly to blame for that. I obeyed my parents for too long. Until Uncle Clarke told me it was okay to piss off my folks sometimes. And then I chose his path.”
“You mean at the company?”
“More like his philosophy in life,” he answered. “Have you met Clarke?”
I squinted. “Not really. I’ve seen him from afar at a work thing. He’s boisterous.”
“That, he is.” He grinned faintly and dragged his fingers along my scalp. Homina, homina, that felt so friggin’ amazing. “He noticed once that I tended to feel bad about wealth—the topic made me uncomfortable. So he took me aside one day and told me to buck up. Money’s great. Making money is wonderful. The trick, he said, was to spend it wisely. Keep making it—just take care of those under you. Do something good.”
I shivered when he covered my neck, rubbing my flesh unhurriedly and scratching his nails up my scalp.
“Right after college, I applied for a job with him,” he said. “I wanted to work my way up, and he waved that off. He had just the thing for me, he said. Two things, actually. He wanted my production brain—I’m good at strategizing big projects and leading rather large departments.”
“And the other?” I asked.
“He knew I needed to feel good about what I did,” he sighed. “As you know, we have a department that works with charity.”
I nodded. “Yessir. Did he put you in charge of that?”
“No, but he told me to make sure the money was spent wisely.” He winked. “He said he didn’t want our money to be lost in the system. He showed me the average cut of a dollar that goes straight to relief and aid, and it pissed me off. We’re talking a few cents. The rest gets shuffled around and never makes it to where it’s truly needed.”
I scrunched my nose.
“When I finally got out of my marriage, I let my job become everything,” he admitted. “I poured all my time and energy into digging out the right nonprofits, the best people on the ground, the spokespeople I wanted to keep close, the organizations that sent volunteers instead of outsourcing the task and paying them instead.”
I smiled to myself and closed my eyes once more as he showered off the suds from my hair.
“I love my job, Parker,” he murmured. “It fills me with a sense of purpose and keeps me afloat. But on a personal level, I’ve been drowning for years. I’ve distanced myself from everything and everyone. I became moody and cynical.”
That was the Mr. Abrams I’d known!
Not anymore.
“Then one day, a boy rambled about doing cartwheels on my Persian rug,” he mused. “He just wouldn’t shut up.”
I spluttered a laugh.
“He told me I deserved a lump of coal from Santa,” he added. “And that I was a grinch. Then he asked if we should carpool the next day, and he gave me snickerdoodles.”
He shifted the showerhead away from me, and I turned around and looked up at him.
He let out a breath and returned the showerhead to its mount. “You changed everything for me. And that’s what I want more of. More excitement, more adorable yet bizarrely wise rambles from someone who sees the world differently than I do. More spontaneity. More…insane triple backflips that blow my mind.”
I grinned, and I started falling…
He touched my cheek. “I simply adore being around you.”
I simply adored being around him too.
He wasn’t the grinch anymore anyway. He was the best, hottest, kindest Daddy Christmas.
I scrambled up onto my knees and glided over to him, and I reached up to kiss him. “I honestly can’t get enough of you, Wyatt.”
He drew a breath and cupped my cheek. “Then let’s not pretend,” he whispered. “I have a busy December, and I want to see you as much as possible. Stay with me for a while.”
I nodded and kissed him again, deeper this time, suddenly very needy. I locked my arms around his neck, and he groaned into the kiss. I hoped he knew me well enough to see this coming…
I pulled him back.
He sucked in a breath, and a second later, he was tumbling down back first into the tub, and water splashed all around us.
He resurfaced with a laugh and a cough and instantly yanked me to his body. “You little shit, I was waiting for that.”
Good! Then he could’ve prevented it if he didn’t wanna get wet!
I climbed up on his lap and kissed him silly.
DECEMBER 13
“I forwarded them to Mr. Williams—I’m not going out there again.” I was going to stay hidden behind my computer screen for the rest of the day.
So you plant a smooch on your man outside the HR office, and suddenly you’re the talk of the town in all the bullpens.
Pffft.
I’d just been happy about our HR-official status. It was the office romance’s equivalent to marriage. I wasn’t completely brand-new; I wasn’t planning on riding Daddy’s cock in the cafeteria or anything, but yeah, fuck it, I’d jumped up and kissed him real quick, and people had noticed. Now everyone knew.
“Aww, Parker’s grumpy about being the star of today’s work gossip.” Mya pouted.
I flipped her off.
“I take it you’re not having lunch with us?” Kim asked.
I held up my food container that’d been on my desk all morning. “I’m all set. See you later.”
I’d made a pasta salad last night, so I ate and worked through my lunch. Wyatt was at a business lunch anyway, and his whole week was going to center around their upcoming trip. Actually, so was mine. I had his itinerary now and knew exactly where and when his assistant was going to pick up the correct material.
My phone rang, and I saw Mom’s name on the display. I inserted one of my earbuds and answered while I categorized all the graphics into two folders. London and Luxembourg.
“Hey, Mom.” I stabbed a cherry tomato and some pasta on my fork and shoveled it into my mouth.
“Hi, sweetie. Are you busy?”
“It’s all good. What’s up?”
“I just wanted to let you know we changed our flights,” she said. “We’re flying in late tomorrow night instead of early on the fifteenth. We’re having breakfast with Emmy and Levi, and then the rest of the day is all about you.”
I grinned and dragged another set of graphics into the Luxembourg folder. “I don’t get off work until four, so you have my permission to give Em some attention until then.”
Mom laughed softly. “You’re kind, darlin’. Speaking of which, I spoke to Emmy, and she said we’re adding a plus-one to the dinner reservation?”
Oh yeah, crap, I was totally gonna get to that. “Yeah, would you mind? I’m sure she also told you I’m seeing someone.”
“She did. Will you tell me about him?”
Try’n stop me!
DECEMBER 14
I did my best to tame my hair on the way to Mr. Williams’s conference room next to his office, but it was of no use. Maybe I could tell him that it wasn’t my fault I looked freshly fucked. It was Wyatt’s.
“Fuck—I forgot the Brussels folder. I’ll be right back.” I hurried back to our corner and picked up the folder from my desk, then jogged through the cubicle area once more.
Mya and Kim entered the conference room just a second before I did, and we took our seats next to one another at the table that seated eight. Mr. Williams had his assistant here too.
“You can leave the door open, Oliver,” Mr. Williams said. “Mr. Abrams is joining us soon.”
Word?
Hot Daddy in work mode. That could be fun.
“To prevent any confusion, let’s proceed with this meeting by using the Abramses’ first names,” Mr. Williams instructed.
“Yes, sir.” I nodded. Probably for the best.
True enough, Wyatt entered with Suravi shortly after, and I did my best not to get smirky. He did too, and he was much better at acting than I was. The affection and the amusement mainly showed in his eyes, and they were gone within seconds.
Mr. Williams totally kept an eye on me, and it was important to me that I didn’t veer off course. I was a professional and whatnot.
“Parker, you go first,” Mr. Williams told me. He turned to Wyatt. “For the sake of getting all information right, I asked them to use first names for this.”
Wyatt inclined his head. “Of course. There are a few of us to keep track of.”
Luckily, we weren’t dealing with the other freaking Abramses flying out from New York. Kim, Mya, and I had worked on the material for Clarke, his children Sean, Mary, Joey, and Christian, then Wyatt, and Clarke’s grandson, Toby.
I stood up and headed over to the whiteboard, and I fanned out the five folders that belonged to “my” three Abramses.
“I’m saving Sean for last since he will fly directly to Luxembourg and then to Brussels,” I mentioned. After grabbing one of the markers, I started making notes on the whiteboard, and I could only hope Wyatt didn’t have too many adjustments. We wanted to get this cemented and sent out as soon as possible. “Okay, so Clarke, Wyatt, and Toby are flying out to London on the seventeenth—and with the time zones and middle landing in New York, you arrive in the UK late in the afternoon on the eighteenth,” I said. “The print place in Archway will deliver your personal material to the hotel, and your assistants can pick it up in the lobby.” I side-eyed the London folder and flipped a page, making sure I started with the right meeting. “Clarke has a dinner meeting scheduled for that night, but we didn’t receive any notes or speeches, so I’m assuming it’s informal…?”
Wyatt nodded. “It’s with the other organizers.”
Right. Okay. Yeah, I bet there was plenty of coordinating going on, considering all seminars in all venues, all dinners, all luncheons, and all workshops were estimated to attract over six thousand people. And it was all these invisible fields you never heard about. Attendees came from companies that provided software and products for other companies in order for them to bring out their own products, and the Abrams family covered so many sectors. From entertainment logistics, event services, and branding in the food industry, to studio production and product development—and then marketing and print design to wrap it all up in a nice bow.
“In that case, your assistants can pick up the first material on the evening when you arrive at the hotel in London,” I said, adding that to the board. “So that brings us to the breakfast meeting the morning after. Wyatt, sir, you’re speaking at Grosvenor House before you’re heading straight to the convention center, and Toby will be with you.” I looked to Suravi. “I’ll make a note to ensure the Grosvenor House material is separated from the rest—it’s mostly his speech, a few pamphlets, the reports, and the flash drives with the presentation for next year’s ambitions.”
Suravi nodded and made notes on her iPad.
“Why aren’t we just printing the reports at the office?” Wyatt asked.
“Clarke requested higher quality since you’re handing them out to potential clients,” Mr. Williams answered. “Every report is a presentation.”
Wyatt scratched his eyebrow, seemingly not too happy. “Fair enough. God forbid they receive digits on copy paper.”
I felt my mouth twitch. He was thinking about spending money “wisely.” But marketing was good. This multicity conference was an Abrams display. They had something to show, to sell, to promote. Or rather, a million things to showcase.
“By the way—” Wyatt turned to Mr. Williams. “How are you coordinating with the New York office? How many graphic designers are coming?”
“Four from New York, none from us,” Mr. Williams replied. “Our graphic design department is too small.”
I scratched the bottom of the marker against my temple.
Wyatt flicked me a glance, and I… Oh crap, he wasn’t going there, was he?
He cleared his throat and faced Mr. Williams again. “I’d appreciate if you could spare one and convince Parker to join us. I want him on the floor with me during the workshops.”
Holy fuck, he totally went there.
I blinked.
This…was maybe not great—and maybe it could be handled with more finesse? Kim was the official head of our little squad, and she might be giving me a sly smirk right now, but it looked like favoritism to me.
Mr. Williams looked…uncomfortable. “Uh, well, you see—Kim is our head designer. You don’t want me to ask her first?”
Wyatt was completely unfazed. “I’ve already spoken to her.”
Really? I looked at Kim.
“I can’t go,” she explained. “Technically, I asked not to. My flight home is on the twenty-first, and I haven’t seen my family since Easter.” She turned to Mr. Williams. “I recommended Parker, sir.”
Oh my God, so I could go to Europe with Wyatt?
Fuck, I should’ve given him more credit. No matter how open he was, he wouldn’t favor me at work in front of others—or in any way that impacted coworkers.
“I see. In that case…” Mr. Williams glanced over at me. “Do you have your passport, Parker?”
I grinned. “Yes, sir.”
“He’s expecting you,” Suravi said with a smirk.
I chuckled and walked by. “Thanks.” I opened the door to Wyatt’s office and found him sitting behind his desk, fiddling with his phone.
“Took you long enough.”
“I had to talk to Mr. Williams, because apparently, I’m going to Europe.” I was rounding his desk as he pushed out his chair, and I immediately jumped up to sit on his lap. I threw my legs over the armrest and cupped his smirky mug. “I’m going to Europe?”
“I had to try, at least. I was ready to bring all of you. Or make an attempt.”
He was the best! I’d been prepared to just wallow my way through those days when he was in London and Luxembourg.
I kissed him and slipped my arms around his neck, and he hummed and squeezed me to him.
“But you have to tell me if it’s too much.” He kissed my jaw. “Having you with me will actually be a great benefit work-wise, but I admit it’s for selfish reasons as well.”
“If it’s too much?” I laughed. “Too much to fly to Europe on the company dime and steal extra time with my man?” I leaned in again and brushed my lips to his. “Because, to me, it sounds like the adventure of a lifetime. I’ve never been fucked by my Daddy in London, for instance. Or that other Luxembourg place I had to Google.”
He hummed and kissed me back, tightening his hold on me, and my mind had one track as soon as he swept his tongue into my mouth.
“I want you next to me on the plane.” He slipped his hands under my ass and squeezed. “Underneath me every night—in the room we’ll share.”
I shivered and nodded, throwing myself into the fantasy—that was about to become reality—and he picked me up and positioned me on the desk.
“That’s where I belong—always next to my Daddy.”
“That’s right. Because Daddy needs you all the time.” He rose to his feet, never breaking the kiss, and began undoing my pants. “Down the road—maybe one day when we live together—I want it to be a rule. If I go out of town for longer than two nights, it’s best you come with me.”
Jesus, he couldn’t throw that at me when he was pulling out my cock. I couldn’t think straight! Except, I could nod vigorously because that was the best rule ever.
“Some rules are awesome,” I said shakily. And a beat later, he sat down in his chair and sucked me into his mouth.
A breath gusted out of me, and I wove my fingers into his hair.
Fuck me.
I was rock hard within seconds, and the way he worked me over made it clear this wouldn’t last long. I wasn’t going to last when he sucked me all greedily like that.
“Daddy,” I whimpered. “It feels so good.”
He hummed around me and slipped his hands up the sides of my thighs, then back to my ass. I fucking loved how he manhandled me. How he threw me around, manipulated my pleasure points, and touched me with so much urgency.
“Can you fuck me after, please?” I moaned.
He squeezed and kneaded my butt cheeks, causing me to nearly lift off the desk. It was as if I weighed nothing to him.
“Daddy has a meeting…” He swirled his tongue around the tip and sucked harder. “Tonight, though.”
I guess I had to wait.
I clenched down on nothing and split my focus, feeling Daddy’s mouth and tongue on me, thinking about tonight when he could fuck my bottom till I couldn’t walk. Till I was a pleading mess begging for Daddy’s come…
I started whimpering pathetically as the pleasure built up, and the only reason I didn’t try to stifle those sounds was because he loved them. He said I sounded so desperate, and that was how he wanted me.
“I can’t wait for tonight,” I gasped. “I think we should have pizza in bed, and then you can breed me, Daddy.”
He tightened his hold on my ass so much that his fingers dug in painfully, and it nearly pushed me over the edge. He moved faster, sucked me harder, and I moved with him.
I couldn’t take it. Knowing that I had to keep my voice down, I released his hair and slapped a hand over my mouth. Heat spread throughout my body, and I couldn’t control my breathing. Before long, I was panting and muffling endless moans, and then I exploded with a rush of euphoria that washed over me.
Christ on a Christmas cookie!
How was I supposed to work now? I needed a nap.
In a fraction of a second, I pictured myself napping on a soft cushion under Daddy’s desk while he worked, and I wanted it so badly. It could be my own little fort. With blankets and maybe a stuffed animal to cuddle with.
His desk was big, and you couldn’t see through it. Solid wood all the way, from the heavy top to the two sections of drawers. I could totally curl up by his feet, and nobody would know.
