10. Chapter 10

I shoved away thoughts that Greyson was my assistant. For now, he was the stunning naked man, lying on my table, opening up to me to do whatever I wanted, so full of trust. His skin was so beautiful—the skin of youth. And I couldn't wait to devour his gorgeous cock. It wasn't as thick as mine, but it was long, and I was dying to taste him.

Don't even get me started on his bubble butt. It fucking called to me, begging to be punished and used. It would look beautiful with my handprints decorating the pale flesh.

My cock was flushed red and leaking inside its latex covering. It was growing impatient and needy as much as I was.

"You ready for me, Gorgeous?" I asked.

As much as I wanted to see his blissed-out face as I pegged his prostate over and over, I wanted to control his body as I fucked him, which was easier to do from behind. I'd see his eyes roll back into his head when I was ready for him to come after I sucked him down.

"Please…" His voice was so raspy and needy, nearly begging me.

"Remember, no coming."

I chuckled at his pathetic whine as I spread his ass, opening his hungry hole, waiting for me. I nudged my tip in, and he resisted me at first before bearing down and allowing me to break through that tight barrier. If I thought I had to ease myself in, I was sorely mistaken. Greyson shoved his ass back, and our groans echoed off the old stone walls as I got swallowed up by his glorious hole.

Oh, fuck .

"You're so ready for me, baby. Your hole was made for me. Look how easily I slid inside." I tried to sound confident and in control, but my insides were vibrating, ready to blow with his tight, warm walls squeezing the life out of me.

"Xan… move… more."

I grabbed his hips and pulled out nearly all the way, but before I slammed home, I growled in his ear. "Who's in charge here?"

"You are!"

"You are what?"

"You are, sir, Mr. Hayes, sir."

A shiver traveled through my body when he called me that. "That's right."

I finally slid home and hard. Greyson's back arched, and he threw back his head. "Yes!"

I did that a few more times before I picked up speed and thrust harder. Fuck, he felt good. His hole perfectly wrapped around me. I bet he'd feel as good inside me, too. And I had plans for that, as well, if he wanted. Maybe he preferred me to fuck him.

My body quickly grew sweaty from the humidity, arousal, and exertion. When I got closer to coming, the pressure burning around my groin, I slid my hand along his back and around his throat. I clenched it and forced him up while my other hand grabbed the back of his head as I pounded upward into him. "You like that?" I grunted into his ear.

"Yes…"

"You want me owning you like this? Doing whatever I want?"

"Please."

He reached behind him and grabbed my ass, digging his fingers into the meaty flesh hard enough to leave bruises. His other arm grasped my forearm, which was holding his throat. Both of my hands tightened around him, and I felt him swallow.

"God… hurry. I'm going to come, Mr. Hayes, sir."

"Don't you dare," I rasped. "Don't you dare come. That's mine. I own your cock and your cum."

His only response was a whimpering complaint, but he held it together. Our bodies were slick with sweat, and our hair grew damp. He was the sexiest man I'd ever had. All the others were as controlling as I was. Demanding and refusing to yield to my needs. Greyson easily molded to my demanding hands. He was absolutely perfect with his little cries and grunts, trying so desperately to please me while keeping himself from coming. Fuck, I wanted him over and over. So beautiful.

"You're so perfect, baby."

"Please, Xan…"

"What did you call me?" I pulled out and hovered the tip of my cock right at his entrance. He huffed a complaint but answered me.

"Please, Mr. Hayes, sir. I need…"

"I know exactly what you need."

Fuck. Every time we did this, I was going to have him call me ‘Mr. Hayes, sir.'

My balls tightened, and the pressure around my groin and down my spine was nearly unbearable, so I finally let go of him and shoved his body back onto the table. Then I grabbed his hips and slammed into him over and over and… I saw stars behind my rolled-back eyes. My toes curled as I exploded over and over into the condom. And wave after wave of shudders and aftershocks traveled through my body. Fuck, I couldn't remember when I'd come this hard, if ever. It was all because of the gorgeous man underneath me.

"Mr. Hayes, sir… I'm dying!"

I snorted a tired laugh and slipped out of him. I yanked off the condom, tied it, and dropped it on the ground before I sat him up, turned him around, and dropped to my knees on the hard ground. His cock was angry red and leaking from the tip, dripping down like honey.

My mouth was hungry for his taste, and I salivated. When I swallowed him nearly to the root, working through my gag reflex, he cried out, and his hands rushed to my head, grabbing handfuls of my hair.

"Oh, god… your mouth… so good."

"Use me," I said.

And he did. He thrust into my mouth as I breathed through the gag, hollowing out my cheeks. I loved his scent of musk and arousal as he filled my senses, along with the bitter taste of his pre-cum.

It didn't take long before he shot down my throat. I had to swallow what he gave me quickly, and it was a lot. His cum had a slightly sweet aftertaste, which I loved. I knew he'd taste delicious.

"I'm dead. You've killed me. Better call the coroner."

I stood and chuckled, grabbing his blissed-out face, flushed red and covered in a sheen of sweat. Then I shoved my tongue into his mouth so he would know how good he tasted to me. When we came up for air, I pulled him into a hug, needing to hold him for a while and feel his heated body against mine. We stood like that for several minutes before prying ourselves apart.

"Best sex ever," he said, while his face turned crimson. So damn cute.

"It was."

He looked at me shyly. "You don't have to tell me that. I'm… pretty vanilla."

"Grey, you are anything but vanilla. Not even close. You're caramel and chocolate with crunchy nuts."

He snorted a laugh. "Nice ice cream analogy. Now, I can't unsee ‘ crunchy nuts .'"

I took his chin between my fingers and pecked his swollen lips. "It's true. Now, enough of that. I wasn't lying or placating you."

He smiled, biting his bottom lip. "Okay."

After I made us a couple of ham and cheese sandwiches and we drank a gallon of water, I was beat. It was also getting late, so we took a quick shower, careful not to turn each other on again, and climbed under the cool sheets on my bed. Greyson curled into me as if it was the most natural thing to do, and I held him close. It all felt right.

While he was my PA, it didn't feel like that dynamic. He was my equal. He was perfect. He was the person I wanted seriously in my life, and I wanted to try something real with him, to do whatever I could to make this growing thing between us work.

My fingers slid up and down his arm, feeling the goosebumps rise on his silky skin as his own fingers swirled around my chest hair.

"I want to have a relationship with you," I said.

Who said those things after one night? Apparently, I did.

He raised his head to look at me. "Are you sure? I really want that, too, but… I worry about what they'll think about you at work."

"I have no policy."

"Yes, but people will see you and me differently."

"I don't care."

"Xan, they will be jealous or worry about favoritism. And they may see you as someone who enjoys sleeping with his PA."

"I do enjoy sleeping with my PA."

He rolled his eyes and gently slapped my chest. "You know what I mean. It's a bit taboo for the office."

"Yes, I understand that."

"Maybe I should quit then. It would make it easier for us to date."

My body stiffened, and I clung tighter to him as if he would suddenly vanish out of my life just when I'd found my match.

"Fuck no. Resignation denied. I would also like to have you bent over my desk when I'm having a bad day or underneath my desk sucking my cock."

He snorted a laugh. "Well, how can I say no to that?"

I rolled him on top of me. "Exactly. I'm the boss, and the boss gets what he wants. Seriously, I don't want you quitting so that we can be together. That's not fair to either of us, especially for you."

"Hmm, then maybe we should keep it quiet when we're in the office to keep down the rumors."

"But I don't want to keep you a secret."

Greyson sat up and straddled my waist. "What are you saying? You're really willing to risk this and have employee problems?"

"Yes. There will always be employee problems. I can make an announcement and make it clear I won't tolerate any mistreatment of you because of it."

"Or you could transfer me to a different department."

"No."

He laughed and bent down to kiss my chest. "You aren't going to make this easy, are you? Stubborn fool."

"Nope. I need you."

"What Xander wants, Xander gets?"

"Now you're getting it."

I was teasing him, but I didn't want to let him go. I needed him by my side in all ways, even at work. I was all in. Then there was my grandfather to deal with.

"If we do this, I'll need to introduce you to my grandfather, and rather quickly. Are you prepared for that?"

"Already?"

"Yes. He's not a patient man. But to be fair, he's been waiting for me to complete our deal for six years."

"Then I'll meet him."

I combed back his fallen dark-chocolate bangs away from his face. "He won't make it easy, but he'll accept it. And soon, he'll grow to like you as much as I do."

Greyson looked pensive for a moment and gnawed on his bottom lip. "I have nothing to offer you, Xan. There's nothing special about me."

"You're wrong. You have all that I need. It's companionship and love that I ask for. We aren't ready for love yet, but it's what I want. And you're perfect for me, a much better choice than men like Matthew."

"And you're perfect for me."

"Then it's settled. And I'll try not to keep you at my side every day, all day. I promise to give you more time to spend with your friends, too."

"Thanks, they'll appreciate that, as will I."