Page 50 of His Every Move

Eli exhaled, tilting his head as he studied me. “That’s really fucked-up.”

“Yeah, well. It is what it is.” I kept my voice light, but I could feel the old weight pressing against my ribs. My dad had been a piece of shit, plain and simple. I didn’t miss him. Didn’t mourn him.

At least, that’s what I told myself.

“And the last time I tried reaching out to my mom, she told me to fuck off, so…”

Elijah frowned, his thumb tracing the rim of his wineglass. “People are so fucking cruel.”

“Yeah.” I let out a slow breath, forcing myself to shake off the dark memories. “But, hey, it worked out in the end. I got out, made my own life.”

Elijah smiled, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. “You’re a good guy, Benji.”

I scoffed, taking a sip of wine. “Debatable.”

“No, really.” His voice softened. “The fact that you turned all that shit into something good? That you’re out here helping people, protecting them?” His gaze flickered over me, lingering for a moment too long. “I don’t think you give yourself enough credit.”

I didn’t know how to respond to that. So I just took another sip of wine.

We lapsed into silence, comfortable and unforced. Elijah shifted on the couch, stretching his legs and leaning against me. His warmth bled through my shirt, and before I could think too much about it, I slung my arm over the back of the couch, letting him tuck himself against my side.

It was so fucking easy.

Too easy.

“So,” Eli said. “Do you think you’d come see another show with me sometime?”

I chuckled at that. As if there was somewhere Iwouldn’tgo with this man. “Of course. Do you have any you want to see?”

“I’ve been really excited about One Last Stop. And It Devours looks good too. That one has crazy practical effects.”

“Let’s do both then,” I said as I tried not to focus on the intense heat that radiated out from the spot where Eli’s hand rested against my leg. “Although I think I may have to wear a chastity belt so we could focus on the show.”

Eli’s laughter sent soft vibrations through my chest. “How about a cock cage?”

I arched a brow. “Are you into those?”

“Nah, I don’t think I’d try it on myself. I like playing with my dick too much.”

“Ok good because I like playing with your dick, too.”

His fingers idly trailed over my thigh, barely grazing, teasing. My body responded immediately, heat curling low in my stomach.

Fuck, he knew exactly what he was doing.

“What’s the kinkiest thing you’ve ever done?” Eli asked.

“I think the masked parties. Then probably getting jerked off in the middle of a crowded theatre.” My blood started to simmer. “You?”

“I’m surprisingly pretty vanilla. I did try puppy play once. That was fun.”

“Were you the pup?”

“One night yes, one night no. It was… interesting. And hot.”

“I bet,” I said, already getting hard. I turned slightly, my nose brushing against his temple, breathing him in. “Anything you do is hot.”

Elijah smirked, eyes flicking up to mine. “Oh really?”

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