7. Cole
Seven
Cole
Last night must’ve been a dream because when I wake up and the bedside beside me is tucked in and I’m a rumpled, sweaty mess, alone in my bed.
Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I roll onto my back and sigh.
I wish I didn’t sleep so heavy so I could’ve said goodbye.
I consider laying in bed and rotting. It’s Saturday and I don’t have anything to do.
Opting to shower, I pull myself from the bed and stumble to the bathroom.
Turning the water so it’s boiling, the mirror begins fogging immediately.
Staring at my naked body, I blush at how tousled my hair is, it’s pretty much shooting off to one side.
I imagine what Sal would do if he were still here. Would he rub his fingers along my happy trail, taking my hardening dick in his hands?
Just the thought of him has my body restless again. I’m craving more of him. But not in the way I bounce on Danny.
I want him to hold me while we sway to music, or feed me… then fuck me late into the night.
I bury my face in my hands. I’m an idiot. He’s my boss. We can’t have any of that. Not the hot sex, not the romancing either.
The shower calls to me since it’s so foggy I can’t see myself anymore. I ignore my aching dick and step into the tub, pulling the glass door closed.
Hot water pelts my skin and I spend the next ten minutes lathering my entire body and my hair.
As I’m rinsing off, the sound of the door sliding open startles me and I almost slip as I brace the wall.
Sal stands before me, his dark eyes scanning my entire body from top to bottom. His gaze hovers around my dick before eventually bouncing back up to meet my eyes.
“Hey,” he says so casually.
He’s in his clothes from yesterday but he looks put together somehow.
“Um, hi.”
The half smile he cracks shakes me.
“I thought you left.”
“I’m almost finished making breakfast.”
I finish washing my body off, praying I’m not blushing, knowing he’s watching every move I make.
“What did you make?” I ask, shutting off the water.
“Omelets.”
My stomach rumbles at the mention of delicious food.
“Did you find the avocados to add?”
He nods.
Suddenly I’m ravenous but he doesn’t move so I can step out.
Instead, he leans in and gives me a peck on the lips.
“You’re so damn sexy.”
Now I’m definitely blushing. Should I accept the compliment or deflect?
This kind of attention is pretty new. At least as of late when I’ve been focusing on working and hookups.
“Don’t you believe me, baby?”
My heart thumps in my chest like a rabbit’s foot to the ground.
He leans in again, gently caresses my cock, and pecking my wet lips.
“Yeah,” I manage to mumble against his lips.
Suddenly my roaring stomach stops and my dick wants all the attention.
“Not till we get some coffee in me,” he says, I think to my dick.
Letting me go, he grabs a rolled up towel off the shelf above the toilet and hands it to me.
“Are you up for a day out on the town together? I need a drink and to do some shopping.”
“Yes!”
He nods then leaves the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
I dry off quickly, still in disbelief. Do I really get to spend the entire day with my boss?
I shake my head.
I need to stop thinking of him as my boss. Though I’m not sure what else to refer to him as. We’re not boyfriends. Or friends. This can’t just be a hookup though either?
Today might help determine what we are. I’ll eat, then shop with Torey, and then it sounds like another night of fun together…
Now my dick is twitching at the prospect.
My stomach takes over, the rumbling echoing off the tiles.
Hurrying to dry off I go into my room and try to find an outfit he won’t be able to resist me in.