Page 12 of His Boss for Christmas

The thought gave him pause.

He couldn’t even remember why or when he had given Justin a spare keycard to his apartment. Perhaps he’d sent him upstairs to grab something from his apartment and forgotten to take it back. That must be it. Either way, Justin was likely already there.

Peter pressed his keycard to the private elevator’s panel, and the elevator began rising to the top floor.

He stared at his reflection in the mirror. Besides the tension at the corners of his mouth and the glint of impatience in his eyes, nothing betrayed that he was less than calm.

Frankly, Peter wasn’t entirely sure what to expect. The evening could go a few ways. Justin might be resentful and moody and would have to be talked into it. Or he might be eager and excited and would throw himself at him as soon as Peter walked into his apartment.

The reality proved different.

He walked into the penthouse and looked around, bemused. It was quiet. Justin was nowhere to be seen.

Frowning, Peter dropped his briefcase to the floor and walked deeper into the apartment.

He pushed his bedroom door open and went still.

Justin was asleep in his bed.

Slowly, he walked closer and stared at the boy.

The first thing he registered was that Justin was under the sheets. He hadn’t just fallen asleep waiting for Peter. He’d undressed and gotten under the sheets either with the intention of waiting for Peter naked—or with the intention to sleep. The cheek.

Chuckling, Peter considered waking him up. But it wasn’t worth the fuss. Justin loved his sleep and hated being woken up. And frankly, with this job, they never got enough sleep. He could always fuck the boy in the morning.

Sighing in disappointment, Peter finished his bedtime routine, undressed, and got into the bed beside his associate.

Justin mumbled something sleepily and rolled toward him, nestling under his arm. His hair seemed completely red in the yellow light of the lamp, the contrast striking against hisalabaster skin. Soft lips pressed to the side of Peter’s chest, and Peter inhaled sharply, trying to will his arousal away.

This was ridiculous. He was nearly forty. He’d survived two years without sticking his cock into his associate. He could survive a single night.

It was still strange. Peter couldn’t remember the last time he’d shared a bed with someone without having sex with them first. This was... odd. A travesty.

The boy would pay for this in the morning.

The thought didn’t help his erection. Nor did the warm, naked body snuggled up against his side.

Peter sighed through his gritted teeth and slipped his hand down to wrap around his cock. He’d have to deal with it if he wanted to get some sleep anytime soon.

He stroked his cock slowly, leaning down to bury his face in Justin’s hair. Christ, he smelled so good. Was it perverse that he was getting off on this closeness while Justin slept peacefully? Maybe. On the other hand, the boy had known what he was in for when he’d gotten into Peter’s bed naked.

Peter wondered how long his associate had wanted him. Justin had alluded to it not being a new thing, but how long? Months? A year? Since their first meeting?

Peter still remembered their first meeting.

Their firm had been working on a very difficult case, and Peter had been desperate enough to send a memo to all the associates, saying that anyone who found a loophole to win the seemingly lost case would be granted the position of his personal associate. And never mind that he’d never had a personalassociate, preferring to bully whoever was available into doing the grunt work for him.

When a few hours later, a redhead arrived at his office, claiming that he had the solution, Peter listened with a great deal of skepticism. The boy looked too young and green—and completely unfamiliar, which meant that he was one of the new guys. Turner was the one who handled the associates, so it wasn’t surprising that Peter hadn’t met this one yet.

He would have remembered him.

Judging by the starstruck expression the boy was trying and failing to hide, he knew Peter by reputation only. They’d never talked before.

The boy was pretty, all high cheekbones and striking features, with a lush mouth that seemed very bright compared to his pale skin.

Peter could easily imagine him on his knees sucking on a thick cock—

He quashed the thought ruthlessly, appalled at himself. He was hardly a saint, but he never thought about his subordinates in such a way. Never.

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