Page 81 of Call Me Sir

The customer being my dick.

I almost laugh, except his pulled together brow begins to release and I’ve hooked him.

“You deserve more.”

The statement stuns me.

It doesn’t stop me from speaking though. “What do you mean?”

Sal clears his throat. “Sex is great, but you had that and it wasn’t enough for you. Don’t you want more?”

The twisting in my heart shaves away every desirous sensation in my body.

“You had that with Danny,” he says, starting to pace before me. “I’m your boss. There’s a power imbalance here.”

I scoff. “Is that so?”

“Yeah!” he throws his hands out to the sky.

It’d be funny if I wasn’t so ready to toss all his self importance over the railing. “If you’re so bossy and in charge, then why do I dress like a mess everyday and still have a job?”

There it is, a death glare from him. I’ve pricked him under the skin, and I’m just getting started.

I sit with my chin tall. “Why am I still here when I show up and chat away with my best friend and drive you crazy?”

Sal folds his arms. “Because you’re good at your job.”

I stand tall. “Why am I still here at this job? Why was I put on this team to help plan the coolest gay party of the year, maybe of the whole world?”

The slow blinks are hilarious, but I keep my shit together as he grumbles out another compliment. “Because you’re good at your job.”

“I wouldn’t fuck you to get a raise, because there’s no where for me to go. There are no bonuses for me to gain that I haven’t rightfully earned.”

“What are you getting at, Cole?” The way he grits out my name is so fucking sexy. Those dark eyes are alive and mad.

“There’s no power imbalance. If I sucked at my job, you would have fired me years ago.”

He nods.

It makes me wonder how I got hired and given a chance in the first place.

I shake the thought away.

“So fuck me because I like you, and I’m pretty damn sure you like me too.”

I almost add that his father likes me as well, but now is not the time to mention his dad.

Within a heartbeat, he grabs me and pulls me close. His gaze is locked into mine and with every blink he leans in closer, eventually pressing his lips to mine.

Our dicks are united and I can’t help but grind my hips to get any kind of friction I can manage.

I yank my head back to order him around again. “Now strip me and fuck me like you’ve been wanting to all week.”

A brilliant smile tears across his face and while I love feeling turned on by him, there’s a fluttering in my chest that sends a slew of emotions to my brain. I’d take a photo if I could.

The smile fades and he’s wrestling my pants off me and tears my shirt over my head. He moves so fast as if he was trying to set a record.

Then I’m turned and my chest is gently eased against the cool metal railing.

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