Page 7 of Call Me Sir

What just happened? And most of all, why is it making my brain buzz?

The only thing that pulls me from my focus is the vibration of my phone on the desk.

Danny: Miss you

There’s an image too. I click on it. It’s a selfie of Danny. Well, specifically his hard dick straining in a pair of tight Grey boxer briefs.

“Hot.”

“Jesus Christ!” I jump and drop my phone on the floor. I scramble to grab it and click it closed.

“What’d the boss want?”

I want to tell my work bestie off for scaring me. However, I’m glad I can bitch about the boss.

“He thinks Danny hurt me when he was watching me earlier this week.”

He grimaces and stands straight. “Did he?”

I shake my head. “No! We’re both consenting adults who like each other.”

Anthony lifts a brow.

“I like what we have going on.”

“M hmm.”

Yeah I’ve openly complained about Danny’s complete lack of interest in being anything more than hook up buddies.

He ruffles my fluffy brown hair. The recent cut I got didn’t help the wild waves and they spring under his fingertips.

“You deserve better.”

I shrug.

What’s the alternative?

My gaze flits to my boss. He’s finally not watching me, but instead, he’s pouring over some papers on his desk.

He’s amazing at his job, constantly finding the referrals so we have a job.

I bet he has no trouble getting dates. Probably supermodels. Ladies who fawn over his muscles that occasionally strain under his formal shirts. Too bad he isn’t wearing one of those black, well fitting polos that hug his enormous biceps. I can’t help but wonder if he’s gifted in other places as well…

I shake myself from the inappropriate thoughts. Realizing Anthony is gone, I clock out and head to the bathroom. I need a break from this strange day. Sure, I want to be more than some regular Joe, but I don’t want my boss riding my ass… bothering me about what I do in my spare time.

I’m not sure what’s got me so hot and bothered but my dick twitches in my gray denim joggers.

I’m not sure what possessed me to whip it out and start pumping like crazy but a hot gasp leaves my mouth as soon as I touch my dick. Taking my phone out, I open Danny’s pic. But it’s not enough. He’s such a fucking tease.

I start recording as I stroke my dick up and down. My body rocks in rhythm. It feels so damn good I find myself leaning against the cool tile and gazing at myself in the mirror as I fuck myself with my hand.

I want more. I wish it was Danny.

No.

I wish it was my boss.

Fuck that’s messed up.

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