Page 21 of A LIttle Christmas: Samm
“What?” He asks, but he’s already wiping away the tears. “I didn’t think today could get any more embarrassing, but now I’m crying, too. Great. Might as well go for broke, right?” He laughs, but there’s a tinge of hysteria clinging to the end. “I’m feeling lonely and in need of companionship, and you’re wondering if you might be bisexual, plus it’s almost Christmas. Maybe it tis the season or whatever, but don’t you think we should?—”
He cuts himself off. Oh no. Did he really just mostly proposition his boss? And what the blazes does Christmas have to do with anything?!?
Mr. Demarco’s brows raise up in surprise, but he’s just as calm as he always is. “I don’t think sleeping with one’s boss is what that expression means,” he says dryly. “That’s much worse than an inappropriate email. I think we chalk it up to the booze and move on.”
He means it kindly. Which sort of makes Samuel mad. Does nothing ruffle this man? Is he so unimportant to his boss that he can’t even get the man’s disappointment?
“The alcohol hasn’t even had time to hit me yet. I wouldn’t tell anyone,” Samuel promises and crosses his heart.
“I beg to differ,” he says, eyeing Samuel like he’s just grown another head. Mr. Demarco reaches into his pocket to pull out his wallet.
“You know I even think of you as Mr. Demarco? Or even Sir? Isn’t that funny? After all this time, you should be Bryan. But you’re not. Because you’re….” Meant to be my Daddy, he thinks, and is suddenly miserable. “This was a lot easier when you weren’t contemplating being gay. I’m ready to go home now.” Samuel drains the rest of his drink. Okay, maybe he’s feeling the booze.“You know what? I’m glad you’re saying no. It’s a badidea. And, I have my date for tomorrow night all planned, so I can get off then.”
Mr. Demarco’s expression— Bryan’s expression— is as impenetrable as ever. Carefully blank. But he needs to shave again, and Samuel has a weakness for beard burn, which is yet another disappointment in an endlessly tragic day.
“Are you saying I’d be a better choice than the middle-aged loser you’re meeting tomorrow night?”
“Without a doubt. Besides, I know you and know you’re clean. I’m clean, by the way. I was tested after my last partner. He hated condoms.”
Bryan opens his mouth and closes it again, a flush crawls up his neck.
“Are you imagining it? It’s messy and unpleasant to clean up, but men love it, and that’s part of being a good boy and making Daddy happy. And that’s… I like that. You probably know that already. I like doing unpleasant things to make my Daddy happy. It’s one of my many kinks.”
The man’s lips are pressed into a hard line and he’s holding himself very still.
“We need to go. Big day tomorrow. At work, that’s what I mean.” His voice is low. He stands up and puts money down on the table. Their waitress hurries over. “Hang on, hon. I’ll get change.”
“Keep it,” he says, back straight and jaw hard as he buttons his jacket. Samuel stares up at him. Mr. Demarco won’t even look at him. He turns and heads towards the exit. Samuel doesn’t hurry. This isn’t going well. This is bad. He takes a few deep breaths before getting to his feet.
Mr. Demarco is in the parking lot, one hand tapping impatiently on the metal roof as he stares into the distance. His attention snaps to Samuel, and he looks down Samuel’s body and back up again. It’s electric. Hot. It might be anger, but itdoesn’t feel like anger. It feels like he’s checking Samuel out in a way he hasn’t ever done before.
Bryan shakes his head and opens the car door. He doesn’t get in, though. Samuel doesn’t bother going to his own side of the car because his boss is the sexiest man he’s ever met, and Samuel has wanted him for years.
He’s studied him. He knows what foods he likes and his every mood. And this is a different mood.
If there is even a chance he can be the one to take Mr. Demarco’s gay virginity, then he is going to do it.
Samuel licks his lips as he gets close. He is definitely feeling the alcohol now. He’d never be so bold otherwise.
“Samuel,” he says warningly.
But he isn’t moving away. His body is open, and Samuel can walk right up to him.
Maybe he doesn’t think Samuel will take those final steps?
He does. He goes right up into his space, close enough to kiss, and tilts his head up. His boss is several inches taller than him, which is so fucking sexy. Samuel licks his lips and leans forward until their chests are pressed together.
“Samuel,” he says, voice low and rough. He grips Samuel’s biceps with his strong hands, keeping the faintest gap between them. He looks down at Samuel, staring deep into his eyes like he can see into his soul and all the kinky things he tries to keep hidden. It’d be easier if he pushed Samuel away.
He doesn’t.
That’s the most important thing.
“You know you’d be the hottest Daddy, right? Any boy would be lucky to have you and would fucking worship you. It’s actually a waste for you to keep all this hotness to yourself.”
“You’ve had too much to drink.”
“If I hadn’t, then I wouldn’t dare,” he says, and rocks up to his toes, putting all of his weight into it so their bodies meet.He presses their lips together, and it’s different than any other kiss he’s had because he’s been in love with this man forever. Probably since the day he met him. His lips are firm and resistant. Then they soften, and Samuel presses his advantage with a groan, angling his head, licking along the seam of his mouth.
