Page 33 of Just Business
Eli moved closer. “Obvious? Yes and no. It’s hard to judge when someone is merely trying to be edgy.” He stopped inches from Justin and leaned his cane against the corner of the railing. “That afternoon in my office, however...”
God, his dickhurt. Next time, looser jeans. “That’s why I’m here.” The railing bit into his back. “After that, I needed... wanted...” Discipline. Orders. To feel Eli’s hands on him.
“What you need is to start finishing your sentences.” Amusement, but also annoyance. So very Eli.
“That’s hard with you right in front of me.”
“You poor thing.” Eli purred the words—and stepped in closer.
Justin’s pulse thudded in his ears. “I don’t know what the fuck to do.”
In the diffused light of the deck, Eli’s eyes appeared black. “May I touch you, Justin?”
“Yes.” He exhaled the word.Please, please touch me.He’d figure out how bad of an idea this was later. All he wanted was—
Eli traced his gloved hand against the side of Justin’s neck.
That. Eli’s touch. Every nerve shook. When Eli tucked two fingers under his leather collar and yanked him forward, he moaned. That was swallowed by Eli’s mouth.
Eli kissed like the devil himself. Hot, demanding, possessing. Tongue forcing past lips, that leather-wrapped hand tighter around his neck than Justin’s collar. Body pressed in against his.
Justin groaned and opened to Eli. If he had any doubt about Eli’s attraction, that was dismissed by Eli’s leather-covered bulge grinding against Justin’s.
If Eli kept doing that, he was going to come just from the friction and Eli’s mouth on his.
Eli broke the kiss, but didn’t pull back. He rolled his hips. “A little hot under the collar, are we, Mr. White?” His lips brushed Justin’s with every word.
“So are you.” What he wouldn’t do to have Eli kiss him again.
Eli nipped his neck and the scape of his teeth tightened Justin’s balls. “Care to do something about it?”
Godyes.But he could not afford to lose his job. Eli gripped his neck and cupped his ass. “I—need to think.”
“Do you?” Eli opened up a space between them—thank God. Another minute would have had Justin moaning in ecstasy.
“We’re coworkers.”
Eli stroked his thumb along Justin’s jawline before pressing it against his jugular. Not hard, but enough to turn Justin’s legs into jelly.Fuck.
“So?”
“So, what do we do?” It came out as a whisper.
Eli stepped back. “As I see it, you have two choices. You can go back into the house, find another man to give you what you so obviously want from me, and have your friend take you to your home and life will go on as it has for the past two months.” There was a hard edge to Eli’s voice.
“Or?” Justin pushed the word out between his lips.
Eli tugged at his gloves. “Because of you, I came here tonight to tie a man up, flog him, and fuck him. If you want to be that man, you better get on your kneesright fucking now.”
Justin let go of the railing and sank. There was no other option. Everything else—Sam, Mercy, the job—fuck if he knew. All that mattered was Eli.
Eli stepped in and took hold of Justin’s chin. “That’s what I thought.”
God, his grip was strong. A hard edge to every one of Eli’s words, too. “Still need to talk,” Justin whispered.
“And so we shall.” Eli didn’t loosen his grip. “Right after I come down your throat.”
Oh fuck.If that didn’t make his entire body shiver. He let out a small moan.
