Page 40 of Call Me Sir

What else is there to say?

Sal sits back and folds his arms. The mood is ruined. I regret ever answering his questions.

Is he going to ask to leave? Is the night over?

“That pretty boy, Ace Maverick, gets to prance around with his boyfriend. My dad supported him for the cameras, yet he completely ignores me.”

My jaw drops open.

“You know Ace Maverick?”

Sal rolls his eyes.

Ace and Oliver, the cutest couple in Bayfront.

“I do.” And I thought Sal hated me. “Prancing around for the cameras, grinding at parties for the elite.”

Sounds fun.

“Who’s your dad?” I find myself asking out of sheer curiosity.

Amato. I repeat his last name in my head trying to think of who his dad could be.

“I changed my last name to my mother’s maiden name.”

Ah.

I’m ready to change the subject before he storms out of here.

“Samuel Hammond.”

Rolling back his shoulders, he starts eating again.

Holy shit. I’m sitting with Samuel Hammond’s kid? The guy who practically put this city on the map? He started the tourist industry here. He eventually got celebrities here staying in his lovely properties and got them building and buying mansions along the shore.

I almost laugh at my own thoughts. Salvatore is no kid. Suddenly I’m picturing those broad shoulders spanned across me, him bucking his hips as he sinks deep into me.

“Cole?”

The humor playing in his eyes has me shaking my head to get me back to the present.

I’m literally drooling.

“Gross,” I say to myself, wiping my face.

“What were you thinking about?”

I blink a couple times.

The humor wipes from his face and in a husky voice, he says, “Be explicit.”

Swallowing hard, I shift as my dick strains in my joggers again.

I go to shift it and the subtle shake of his head causes me to hold my hand out mid movement.

“I was picturing you over me and taking me fast and hard.”

The slight smile returns.

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