Page 38 of Call Me Sir

After I’m done prepping the chicken to make stuffed chicken breasts, I pour us both some whiskey. It’s entertaining watching the surprise painted across his features and how he eyes the bottle before he takes a sip.

I try not to look smug as I sip the smooth drink.

Yeah, I know I can be full of surprises.

For a while he sips the golden liquor and watches me cook from the high top table. The way his eyes burn with passion makes it hard to remain focused on the meal.

But I want to impress him. I know he thinks I’m just a slacker. I didn’t miss how surprised he was by my apartment.

I like to keep it tidy, for the most part. And I like to cook. I guess I like to defy expectations.

After sauteing the garlic and spinach in oil, I stuff them into the pockets sliced in the chicken breast and sprinkle them with salt, pepper, and paprika. I sear them on each side for two minutes.

Every so often Sal hovers around me, grinding against my ass or whispering something sweet into my ear.

It’s so sexy.

And so distracting.

Things are finally ready to go in the oven when he makes his final entrance and sways to the music with his arms wrapped around me, his dick shifting against my ass.

“It smells wonderful.”

I’m glad he’s behind me because I know I’m blushing like crazy. I put the food in the oven and set a sixteen minute timer.

“Thank you.”

“What did you make?”

“Stuffed chicken breasts and sliced zucchini.”

“Mm mm.”

“How long until it’s ready?”

I turn around to face him which allows him to rest his arms above both my hips. He continues swaying to the fast tempo music. The way he moves them in tandem has me forgetting dinner all together.

Raising my arms I wrap them around his neck and tilt my head up for a kiss.

“Enough time that I can finish what I started in the elevator.”

A low grumble vibrates from his throat and I stand on my tiptoes to press my lips to his neck.

“How about we eat then cuddle?”

I’m surprised by the counter offer but I’m not one to turn down food and a good cuddle.

“I can work with that.”

I find my glass of whiskey and take a bigger sip, hoping it doesn’t hit too hard before I can eat.

Sal watches me with hungry eyes. I place the glass on the counter top and move back into his orbit.

Craning his neck down, he presses his forehead to mine. Suddenly I feel flustered and self conscious.

My saving grace is his eyes close and he whispers, “Watching you in the zone was sexy.”

“How sexy?”

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