Page 35 of Just Business
“Sam?” Eli ran a finger up Justin’s chin and held it before Justin—some of the semen that had leaked from his mouth. Justin sucked it off the leather. “Do you mean the man watching us through the glass door?”
What?Ice ate its way up into his brain and he looked over at the door.
Holy shit.There were quite a few people watching them. Embarrassment crept over Justin like an itchy blanket. And there was Sam.
But not Sam from the office. No, this Sam’s button-down hung open and a chain swung between clamps on his nipples. Behind him stood Michael—not Jimmy from the photo, but an imposing man tailored into a suit, a man who made everyone else at the door seem insignificant.
Justin looked back at Eli. Fucker was grinning from ear to ear, even though his cock still hung out of his pants.
“Sam’s kinky?” That... actually explained a lot.
Eli’s laugh was full and real. He tucked himself back into his pants. “Sometime, ask him how he met Michael.” He glanced at the door. “Or ask Michael. Might be more... educational.”
He wasn’t sure he wanted to be educated by Michael. Eli, however... “We really need to talk.” Preferably before fear settled into his chest and the little voice in the back of his head took over.
“Yes, we do.” He collected his cane. “Can you stand?”
Maybe. God, he hoped so. Justin grabbed the railing and hauled himself to his feet. Yup. Standing. “Looks like it.”
Eli pulled him into a kiss that nearly took his legs out from under him again and drove away all doubt that this wasright. Hot, demanding, seeking. Everything Eli did curled Justin’s toes.
“I am proud of you, Justin.” Eli ran a finger over Justin’s lips. “Such a lovely mouth you have.”
Bastard. He sucked Eli’s finger.
The hard head of Eli’s cane stroked against Justin’s bulge. “And you didn’t come.”
“Not yet.”
“You won’t. Until I tell you, yes?”
“I’ll try not to.”
Eli’s fingers were under the leather, pressing against Justin’s throat. “You’ll do more than try, Justin. Do I make myself clear?”
He moaned. “Yes. Very clear.”
“Good.”
***
Eli tugged at Justin’s collar, delighting in the tremble that followed. No mistaking the way Justin had opened to him, obeyed him, and taken his dick—the passion for surrender was truly there under Justin’s snark. The thrill of finally touching Justin, of ordering him, of pounding that lovely mouth pushed Eli away from the fear ofWhat the hell do you think you’re doing?
Justin. He was doing Justin, and screw everything else at the moment.
“Let’s find somewhere to sit.” He nudged Justin toward the sliding glass door and the crowd gathered there. “Walk in front of me.” It took Justin a moment to obey—no doubt he was still zoned out. Eli’s skin tingled and heart pounded from the taste of Justin’s mouth and his own spunk.
Justin stepped forward, shoulders squared, head high.Good. That boded well for later.
Sam slid open the door. Pink-tinged cheeks, as likely from the nipple clamps he loved as from their little show. “Took you long enough,” Sam said.
Justin shrugged. “Late bloomer.”
“Bullshit.” Sam met Eli’s gaze. “I think you owe me a second dinner, E.”
Sam’s grin slipped into a shiver when Michael pressed his hand to the flat of Sam’s stomach. “Not the time, nor the place to make demands of Eli, Sam.”
Eli coughed a laugh. “Thank you, Michael.” He touched Justin’s shoulder. “Back the way we came, if you please.”
