Page 114 of Call Me Sir

“I’d love to pin you down and fuck you as the sun set.”

His smile grows. “And?”

I think about Cole. This date was for me, he says. However, he’s been severely romantically neglected. This should have been done for him, not by him.

Guilt pricks my chest. I can do better.

“First…”

In one fell swoop, I pull him close to me and kiss him.

At first he’s stiff, then slowly he melts in my arms.

Grabbing his back pocket, I slip his phone from his pocket. One thing i noticed when he showed me that sexy video, was his lack of photos. He’s never admit it, but I think he’s secretly sentimental.

“…I’d take a picture of us kissing.”

Swiping at the screen, I try to open it, only for it to jolt and display the passcode option.

“Well, if I knew how to open your phone.”

Cole snickers. “It’s okay grandpa.”

That earns him an ass flick.

“OW!”

Kissing his cheek, I whisper, “You like it.”

He shrugs.

Once the camera is open, I wrap my arms around him and he holds the camera up. Resting my chin on his shoulder, he leans his head against mine and snaps the photo.

We do a series of different poses. I’ve taken photos with other boyfriends. But none of them out like this so openly.

An older couple passes and the lady offers to take photos. The man holds their little dog on a leash and even suggests we jokingly do one of the pregnancy poses with the heart over the stomach, then seriously suggests we do a photo of me dipping him and kissing him. First on the lips, then on the cheek, and lastly, tickling him.

Those ones turn out the best.

“Congrats on the engagement,” the lady says, handing the phone back.

Cole sucks in a breath, as if he’s going to give a detailed report.

“Thank you,” I say simply.

The couple and dog walk away with beaming smiles, likely proud they helped someone.

Pulling him in close, I lower us to the ground and set him on my lap.

“Can we look through the photos?”

Cole nods and we swipe through the photos as the last bit of the sun dips into the horizon.

Gently kissing his neck, I take in his scent. It’s a new one. Orange and lime. It’s nice, though part of me hopes it’s only for one night.

“I love this one,” he says, holding the phone closer to my face.

It’s the one of him being dipped and tickled, his mouth wide open in laughter.

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