Page 3 of Call Me Sir

Holding my dick, he strokes me a few times and it gets me bouncing on him like I’m desperate.

“Ohhhhh.”

He’s gonna go and I wish I could last longer but I’m shooting my load into his hand.

He slaps my ass which makes me hiss. I fall against his chest. I wish I could lay here and enjoy it. Stroke my fingers along his muscled arms.

“Up up,” he says.

“Yeah yeah.”

I climb off him and go back to the passenger seat. We both wiggle back into our pants.

“That was fun.”

“Yeah.”

My body is still pulsing with pleasure from our escapade.

“Don’t look so mopey.”

Frustrated, I snap my pants and put on my seat belt. “I’m not.”

I can tell he’s rolling his eyes but I keep my gaze trained on the alleyway we took from my office parking lot.

“Maybe we could catch a movie together this weekend?”

I hate how hopeful my heart feels at the half-hearted offer.

“Sure.”

I give him no indication how bad I’d love to.

He drives me back to the front door and gives me a head nod.

“Later.”

After cleaning up in the bathroom, I make my way to my office and sit at my desk with two minutes to spare before I have to clock back in.

“Have a good time?” Anthony asks, chewing on a Twizzlers from around the corner.

I swing my head out so he doesn’t strain so hard to see me that his head falls off.

“The best,” I say with a wink.

“I see.”

Shit, those bug eyes mean I’m wearing a hickey.

I thought I checked myself.

“Don’t worry it’s only peeking out a little,” Anthony says reassuringly.

“Damn.”

I try to hike up my collar a little more.

“The boss was watching you from here.”

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