Page 129 of Call Me Sir

“Jesus, Cole, keep yourself together or I’m going to have to put you on the porch stripped naked to cool you down.”

His dick digs into my stomach and it makes me laugh, a deep hearty laugh. He would be more turned on by my threat.

The heat and desire to tear into him dies down a little when I look at his ruffled hair and eyes sparkling.

Regret pools in my chest. I should have waited at the gala with him longer and danced with him.

Shifting things to a different pace, I stand up and find his speaker.

I chuckle at his protesting whine. Impatient little shit, I think in an endearing way.

Once the slower paced bachata is going, I yank him to his feet. He’s pretty limp in my arms but he doesn’t pitch a fit like I thought he might.

After the first song, he’s a little more comfortable in my arms, and I risk looking down into his eyes.

“This is nice,” he says.

I nod, relieved he’s okay with dancing in the living room rather than getting hot and heavy.

An apology is ready to launch from my lips. Somehow I find myself constantly trying to apologize, despite telling him to never say sorry.

He stops the bubble ready to burst from me, by saying, “The gala was amazing. This is even better.”

Here I thought he’d loved being paraded around. Cole has been openly gay since college, not that it was easy. But he deserves to be out and open.

“All I’ve ever wanted in my life is someone who cares about me, not just the fact that I satisfy them sexually.”

Ah. I’m an idiot.

He looks up at me with a glimmer in his eyes, it makes my head dizzy.

The wide smile he wears sparks fire in my chest with an all encompassing warmth.

Words escape me for a moment and all I can do is smile at him.

Cole hangs his head to the side and his cheeks turn a lovely shade of pink.

We swing to the steady beat and I continue to lead the way. While he’s dazzling in this tuxedo, my heart is hammering erratically due to the drunk on love look he’s giving me.

Slowing our pace, our feet stay in one place but I sway our bodies together from side to side. Moving one hand from his waist, I gently grab his chin and tip his head back.

Bending down, I graze my lips against his, but instead of kissing him, I whisper, “I love you, and I’ll work hard every day to give you what you have always deserved.”

He swallows hard. “I love you too,” he says against my lips.

It tickles and I press our lips together briefly, before dipping him. Cole giggles like crazy, the sound of a gong ringing in my chest, the waves reverberating through my entire body.

Pulling him back up, I hold him close. “Now let’s get you outta this straight jacket, yeah?”

“Finally,” he teases, rolling his eyes.

The sass makes me kiss him hard multiple times over his face and down his neck and he laughs and tries to escape my grip.

Letting him go, he flees to his room and I chase after him. In his room he’s tearing the jacket off and attempting to tug at the bowtie.

“Relax,” I tell him, helping untie it. “Your impatience is gonna be your downfall.”

“I’m only patient when it matters.”

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