Borrowing His Boss Page 4

  My cock was aching. God, this was so hot. “Yes, sir,” I answered.

  “It’s ‘yes Daddy’.”

  I was barely able to breathe through the excitement. Who was this man? He certainly wasn’t the geeky boss I’d thought he was. Christian closed the distance between us, and I groaned as his hand slid across my crotch. “You’re hard.”

  I nodded and closed my eyes as he rubbed me slow and firm through my trousers. Before I could say anything, Christian leaned in, planting his mouth on mine and crushing my lips. It felt incredible as he slid his tongue into my mouth, teasing, exploring, tasting me. When he pulled back, I was left dizzy and craving more.

  “Is this part of the act?” I needed to ask, because nothing about this felt fake anymore.

  Christian shook his head and kissed me softly. “I’m not pretending, Asher. I never was.”

  Reality Check

  Christian

  Oh, sweet lord, what had I gone and done?

  But I’d had no choice. I’d never seen Asher look so sad. So small. Like a lost little boy as that bully moved in. It hit me hard and I couldn’t stand by another second and not do something. I just hadn’t expected to go with Daddy. But it certainly seemed like a shocking way to shut those fools up.

  But now I had a different problem: how did I explain this to Asher?

  He followed me in silence all the way back to my room and then stood there, his eyes wide and seeming to magnetize to mine. I wanted to back track, to tell him it was all a joke. But I was too tired for that. Pretending was exhausting.

  It was time to come clean.

  “About downstairs...I need to explain some things to you.”

  “No shit,” Asher said, and he chewed his lip, as his blond hair fell across his forehead.

  “Mm, well first of all, let me apologize for jumping into the Daddy kink without forewarning you.”

  Asher’s eyes widened. “Are you kidding me? That was fucking amazing. Did you see their faces? Oh my god, it was priceless. I’ve never, ever seen Darren speechless. Thank you for doing that. For rescuing me.”

  I nodded and sat in the large chair as Asher paced around the room, clearly excited.

  “Still, I should have brought it up before. I just tend to fall into that role when someone I care about is hurt. I instinctively want to protect and then I go all Daddy and... that’s one of the reasons I avoid social things. It’s easier to hide that side away.”

  Asher stopped pacing and turned to face me. “Someone you care about. Do you care about me, Christian?”

  I sighed and ran my hand through my hair. “More than you could ever know.”

  The room fell silent, only the sound of the bed creaking as Asher plonked himself on the edge and stared at the floor in apparent shock.

  “You like me? Like me, like me?”

  I smiled at Asher’s cute expression. “From the moment we met. And it’s been torture working with you all year and not being able to do anything about these feelings. As I said downstairs, none of this has been an act for me. I didn’t have to pretend to like you.”

  “But why didn’t you say anything? Surely you must have known I liked you too?”

  It was my turn to be surprised and I stared over at him. He seemed most angelic in the soft light, his plump lips and round eyes making me want to confess just how much I wanted him. “You do?”

  Asher smiled, his cheeky expression making my feel warm all over. “Eh, yeah? How could you not know? I must have made up a million excuses to come to your office each week just to see you.”

  It was then that I realized Asher’s constant requests over the past months had been a cover; a reason to talk to me. “Oh, bloody hell. I thought you were just very demanding. You were constantly asking for stuff.”

  He burst out laughing and flopped back onto the bed. “But you kept agreeing to everything I asked for. It was so odd. I thought you liked all my suggestions.”

  I stood up and walked over to the end of the bed before crawling on and lying next to him. “I did like all your suggestions, Asher. I’m just not so sure we needed them. Those staplers cost a fortune.”

  Asher turned to face me and giggled. I could smell his aftershave, the sweetness of his shampoo and feel the heat from his body. “Are you into the kink thing for real then?”

  “Mm, maybe. What would you think if I was?”

  Asher’s breath hitched and he rolled onto his stomach. “Can I ask you another question?”

  “You can.”

  “Remember you said we could play make believe tonight? Well, would you like to do that with me? The Daddy thing?”

  I swallowed and tried to hide my excitement. “I’d like to do a lot of things with you, Asher.”

  “Then let’s do it. Right now. Show me how to be your boy.”

  ***

  The room filled with steam as I turned the tap off on the large roll-top bathtub. Asher was sitting on the toilet, the lid down and undressed to his boxers and socks—one navy, one green.

  “You have trouble finding a pair?” I nodded toward his mismatched feet as I tested the water temperature and then dried my hands.

  “No, I purposely wear odd socks. It’s my way to rebel against normal pairings.”

  I laughed and held my hand out. “Come on, I’ll help you in.”

  He strode over slowly and took my hand. “You know, when you said yes to showing me how to be your boy, this wasn’t what I had imagined.”

  “Being a Daddy is about caring for your boy. So that’s what we’re starting with. Now strip off the rest of your clothes and get into the tub.”

  Asher’s eyes twinkled and he quickly pulled off his socks and slid his boxers down his firm thighs, freeing his erection so it was pointing proudly toward me. I tried not to gawk but...fuck.

  “You’re gorgeous,” I blurted out and Asher’s face lit up.

  “Thanks. Can I see you?”

  I loved how cheeky he was. So perfectly mischievous and sweet. “Get in the tub and then we’ll see.”

  The water sloshed around as Asher slid his body into the silky bath, disappearing into the steam and leaving me desperate to follow him in.

  I’d already removed my jacket and shoes and rolled up my shirt sleeves. Slowly, and under Asher’s attentive gaze, I undid my shirt buttons, tugging the ends free from my waistband and letting it slide off my shoulders and onto the floor.

  “Woah, you look fit. Like, a really fit professor or something.”

  I glanced down at Asher’s beaming face and chuckled. “Thanks, I think.”

  He continued staring as I opened my trousers button and lowered the zip, sliding them down over my legs and stepping out. I slid my socks off and then straightened back up to face Asher. “Maybe that’s enough.”

  The water splashed as he gripped the sides of the huge bath. “No fair. Strip, Daddy.”

  How could I resist? “Fine, but you better not get in the habit of ordering me around. I make the rules, you follow them.”

  Asher sat back in the bath, soapy bubbles skimming his chin as he winked. “We’ll see.”

  I hooked my thumbs into my boxers and slid them over my hips and down my thighs. For a second I thought I’d imagined a gasping sound but then Asher’s wide eyes and open mouth confirmed I’d heard right.

  “See something you like?”

  “Oh my...wow.”

  I laughed, stepping toward the bath and finding it hard to believe that this was happening. Maybe we’d regret this in the morning, but right now all I wanted was to be in that bath with my boy. My Asher.

  “Is it okay if I join you?”

  Asher’s knees appeared over the water as he moved his legs. “God yes. Climb in.”

  We sat there, steeping in the hot water, quietly watching each other but no longer talking. There was an understanding, something unspoken between us that seemed to swell in the silence. We were no longer playing pretend. This was something real.

  Gently I skimmed my fin
gers over his shins and up along his thighs, making swirls wit the water and never taking my eyes off his beautiful face.

  Finally, as the steam dissipated and the water started to cool, Asher sat forward.

  “I’m sleepy.”

  “You want to go to bed?”

  I closed my eyes as I felt his hand slide under the water and wrap around my cock. His grip was tight, and I could feel myself throb in in palm.

  “No, but I want you to take me to bed.”

  It took two large fluffy towels to dry us both off, and then we were standing, naked in front of the huge four poster bed. I’d dreamt of this moment so many times but now, it felt utterly surreal.

  I reached forward, pulling him against me and smiling as he shivered. His body was incredible, lithe and firm and everything I knew it would be. I kissed his temple and then trailed kisses all along his cheek to his jaw, nipping at the tender skin. “I’ve been wanting to do this all night,” I murmured.

  “I’ve wanted you to do this since you interviewed me a year ago.” Asher wrapped his arms around my neck and walked back toward the bed, bringing me with him. He leaned back, flopping onto the cold sheets and I crawled on top of him, still in disbelief that this was happening.

  My entire body coursed with electricity as I ground against him, his cock dragging along mine and making me want to explode from the sensation.

  “We shouldn’t rush, maybe we should slow things down,” I mumbled through hot kisses. Asher’s fingernails dug into my skin as he dragged them down my spine.

  “It took you a year to tell me you liked me,” Asher said, “I think that’s slow enough, don’t you?”

  “God, you feel incredible,” I whispered, as he ground up against me. I reached between us, taking his cock in my hand, torturing him with slow strokes.

  “Asher, are you sure you want this? Because I don’t want things to be awkward in work? Are you sure?”

  His pupils were blown, his hair tousled on the bed as his pink lips parted slightly. For a second I was imagining those lips around my cock, sucking me and I groaned out loud.

  “I’m sure. I want this. I want you, Christian.”

  “Christian?” I said, and I smiled at Asher’s cute face.

  “Oops. Sorry. I meant Daddy.”

  “And what does my boy want to happen now?”

  Asher was silent for a minute, our bodies pressed together as my hand continued to stroke him.

  It was his mischievous grin that had me smirking. “Tell, me.”

  Asher chewed his bottom lip and blushed. “I want you.” I moaned as he grabbed my cock and squeezed. “All of you. I want this.”

  I wanted it too. But I wanted something more than one night with Asher. I’d spent a year yearning for him, wondering what his skin felt like, or how he tasted. I’d imagined what it would be like to have him under me, his body covered in sweat and cum. My cum.

  I shuddered and took a deep breath.

  But that was all ahead. Right now, the only thing that really mattered wasn’t what I wanted but rather what Asher needed.

  I rolled off him, and crawled up the bed, dragging the puffy duvet down. “Climb in.”

  Asher smiled, his eyes tired and he scampered up the bed, diving under the duvet. I reached for the lamp, switching it off and then snuggled in next to him.

  “What are we doing?” Asher's mouth was hot against my neck and I dragged him closer to me, folding his body against mine and wrapping my arms around him.

  “We’re getting some sleep. It’s been an emotional day and I want you to rest. You’re exhausted.”

  “But...but...I thought we were going to, ya know?”

  I grinned at his tone and kissed the top of his head. “We’ll have plenty of time for sex. But I care more about you getting some sleep right now.”

  There was silence, just the soft lull of Asher’s breath in the dark. The sheets rustled as he nuzzled into me closer.

  “I’m not happy about this,” he muttered but hugged me tight and yawned. “Though it’s sort of like you’re minding me. I’ve never had any guy do that. It feels nice.”

  His hair was soft as I ran my fingers through it, making circles around the nape of his neck and loving how he yawned and cuddled in.

  “Good. That’s my job. A Daddy always minds his boy.”

  I closed my eyes, listening to Asher’s breathing and inhaling the sweet scent of his hair. This was only the beginning. Because one thing was certain—I never wanted to let him go.

  Asher let out a long sigh and pressed his face against my chest. “I wasn’t pretending either,” he whispered. “And I had lots of Friends I could have asked to come with me tonight. But I wanted it to be you. It’s always been you.”

  Those were the words I drifted off to, as I fell into a deep slumber, filled with dreams of my boy, naked and beautiful and all mine.

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