December 14

DECEMBER 14

Idid 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.

Daddy tucked me back into my undies and my pants, and then he stood up and kissed me hungrily. He was horny, I could tell. He needed me but didn’t have time.

“Daddy?” I shuddered and gripped his shirt.

“Yes, baby?”

Unf, tough to focus when he was dropping openmouthed kisses along my neck.

“I, um…” I swallowed dryly. “I was wondering if I could build a blanket fort under your desk. ’Cause I could nap there when I’m on my break and wanna be close to you while you work.”

He drew a breath and cupped my cheek, and he gazed down at me with such heat, both affection and desire, that I had a feeling I knew his answer already.

“Like, with soft cushions and blankets and a pillow,” I said. “Possibly fun string lights too. And a cupholder for a soda. Maybe.”

He leaned in and kissed me softly, teasing the tip of my tongue with his, and then he offered a slow nod. “Daddy will personally take care of that for you. Of course you need a blanket fort at Daddy’s feet. It feels foolish we haven’t already made one.”

I could swear…I was the luckiest boy in the whole darn world.