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Eli: Look at you, thinking about my cock again. I was just going to suggest grabbing Italian for a change, but if you’d rather focus on my cock…

I don’t know what to say because now all I’m thinking about is his cock.

Eli: I’ve gotta get going. Take on the day like a badass, Jensen.

I roll to my side, trying not to be turned on by his unsexy speak and him thinking of me.

Me: Don’t call me Jensen.

*****

Wednesday, 6:12 am

Eli: Hey.

I set down my mascara and pick up my coffee.

Me: Hey, yourself. I see you slept in. Slacker.

Eli: Woke up thinking about you.

I start to take another sip of my coffee but put it down. I’m feeling warm all of a sudden.

Me: And manicotti? Lasagna? Maybe a spicy arrabbiata sauce?

Eli: I don’t even know what the hell that is. What I woke up thinking about wasn’t spicy. It was scorching hot.

I bite my lip as my fingers hesitate over my keyboard. Today he seems patient, so I finally answer.

Me: Be careful. You don’t want to get burned.

Eli: Too late for that. Already said you were a bad situation. I’m past the point of getting burned. I jumped into the fire that night on the dance floor.

Me: Eli.

Eli: I’ll be back Saturday.

Me: I told you my brother’s wedding is Saturday.

Eli: Don’t worry. I’ll find you.

I look into the mirror. With half my makeup on, my hair up in a towel, and a meeting I’m expected to be at across town in an hour, all I want to do at the moment is dip my fingers between my legs and think of nothing but Eli Pettit.

Damn. Choices … priorities?

Fuck.

I toss my phone to the marble. I wonder if anyone has ever gotten violent with mascara because they were sexually frustrated? Because right now I either need an orgasm or to poke someone’s eye out.

*****

Thursday, 8:23 pm

My phone dings from across the gym.

No, the phone he gave me dings from across the gym.

I’m breathing hard when I pant, “Hang on, Jase. I need to get this.”

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