Page 41 of Just Business
The devil’s smile returned. “Well, that’s good to know.”
There was the shower of sparks down his limbs. OfcourseEli would use that against him. And he’d likely love every second.
Eli stalked forward, his limp barely discernible but his desire clear in the flush of his skin, the hard line of cock in his pants. “Let’s see what’s under all this silk.”
Justin groaned when Eli skimmed his belly before yanking the shirt out from where he’d tucked it into his jeans. Buttons next, until the ends fluttered open. The intensity in Eli’s gray eyes poured through Justin, sparking every craving to kneel, to beg, to plead for whatever Eli deemed fit to give him.
The tips of Eli’s gloved fingers barely touched his trembling abs, but Justin felt the heat from his head down to his pained toenails.
“What a treasure.”
“Wait until you get to the pants.”
Eli lifted an eyebrow. “Twelve, Mr. White. A full dozen.” He stepped forward and gripped Justin’s shoulders under the shirt. “Actually, let’s make it thirteen, a master’s dozen, since you can’t seem to help yourself.” He shoved the shirt off Justin’s shoulders and it slid down his arms to the floor.
Justin shuddered when Eli’s hands followed the silk, leather gliding over arms before wrapping around each wrist. “No more lip, Justin. Or I’ll gag you. I’d much rather hear you begging and screaming.”
Oh, fuck.Eli’s smile was slight, but full of lust. Every bit of Justin shook. “Yes, Eli.”Please.
“Good.” Eli let go of Justin’s wrists, but caught his chin, his leather-clad thumb pressing against Justin’s lips. He opened to Eli, sucking in the digit. Sparks in the back of his head.Nothingtasted like leather. Nothing. The strange tang, a hint of salt.
Maybe a gag wouldn’t be so bad after all, to have leather biting into his mouth while Eli plowed into him. He licked and sucked at Eli’s thumb the same way he’d taken his cock—with everything he had.
Eli’s breath hitched, a sound no one else could have heard, and it just about made Justin come. Eli on edge, wanting this just as badly as Justin did. Never had that before, not with... Justin threw the name out of his mind. That man didn’t belong here. Eli slid his thumb out slowly and their eyes met.
The knife’s edge of desire twisted in Justin. “Eli?”
Eli stroked his throat, and worked his way down to Justin’s chest. “Yes?”
He’d come here to forget Eli. Maybe Eli would make him forget the past. “Take everything I have tonight.” A whisper of words.
Eli’s smile was as bright as it was deadly. “Challenge accepted.”
Fuckmashed againstyes. Both won.
Eli’s gloved fingers moved down over Justin’s sternum. Lower still, moving over abs and belly until they met the top of his jeans. Justin couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe while Eli worked the button free and pulled down the zipper.
Eli stepped in so close his vest brushed Justin’s bare chest with every matching breath they took. Gripping the edge of Justin’s jeans and boxers, Eli pushed them down until they slipped free of Justin’s cock and slid to the floor. If the room lacked heat, Justin couldn’t tell. The heat of Eli’s body seemed to radiate straight though Justin.
He tipped his head back when Eli’s hot leather hands caressed his ass. He gasped when he pulled their bodies together, the cloth of Eli’s pants rubbing against the crown of Justin’s dick. As if his balls weren’t burning enough. More. He needed so much more.
Eli nudged him backward, out of the pool of his pants and closer to pain and pleasure.
Now the coolness of the room flooded across Justin, raising goose bumps, but it was Eli’s stare that set off every nerve. The quirk in his lips dissolved into something beyond lust. The slight furrow in his brow, the flush in his cheek as he looked down. He reached a hand forward but didn’t touch Justin.
“‘Fortitudo e dolore.’”Eli’s strong voice rang out over the murmur of the crowd around them.
The tattoo. Right above his thigh, in simple script. He had no doubt Eli understood the Latin. He replied anyway. “Strength from pain.”
Justin’s heart sat in his mouth. Eli’s expression was unreadable—a complete mask. He stepped close, place his hands on Justin’s hips, and looked Justin in the eyes.
Then Eli dropped to his knees andkissedthe words.
Justin wasn’t the only person to let out a sound—half gasp, half moan. What that must have cost Eli—but God, the heat from his mouth, so close to Justin’s cock and so far away.
Justin fought against the fire in his balls. He didn’t want to disappoint Eli, but on edge didn’t even begin to describe the sensations in his body. He curled hands into Eli’s hair, instinct overriding better sense.
Eli looked up. “Having issues, Mr. White?” Still in control, even on his knees with his curls clenched hard in Justin’s fists.
