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“You haven’t—” Justin pressed his hip against Eli’s hard shaft, a slur in his words.
“I can wait. Rest.” Sex with Justin now would be all take. Not his thing.
Justin nestled in close, tucking under Eli’s chin. “You immune to blue balls?”
“No.” He smoothed his hand over Justin’s hair. “I just have a lot of patience and control.”
Justin’s short laugh shook them both. “Lucky me.”
“Lucky me, too.” He pressed a kiss to Justin’s forehead. “You can thank Michael.”
Justin opened a bit of space. “You were actually hissub?”
“No, not really.” He traced the edge of Justin’s face, those sharp cheekbones. “That was the problem. The more he exerted control, the more I found ways to circumvent it.” Eli shrugged. “Michael loves orgasm denial.”
Justin let out a breath. “Wow.”
“I loved frustrating Michael—pretty much how I figured out I was a Dom.”
“So you learned patience and control to out-Dom a Dom?”
His turn to laugh. “Exactly.” He paused. “And I always won.”
Silence. Then Justin spoke. “Monday’s gonna beweird.”
No doubt about that. Eli slid his hand against Justin’s neck and pulled him close. “We’ll manage.” They still had some time to kill before they had to worry about that. And while Eli had patience, he also knew exactly what he wanted.
Every bit of Justin’s pleasure, again and again. His moans and screams and pleas. Every inch of Justin alive with need. That was well worth the wait.
Chapter Eleven
As walks of shame went, this one was a bit different. It wasn’tshamethat filled Justin but a rolling ball of exhilaration mixed with a hefty dose of fear and apprehension. He peered up into the gray October sky—the same color as Eli’s eyes—and blew out a foggy breath as he walked beside Eli. The air had chilled since Saturday and cold seeped into Justin’s already aching bones. On Friday he and Eli had cemented a friendship. By this morning they had fucked so many times it was a wonder they both could move.
It had been like this with Francis, too—a weekend of carnal pleasure—only Francis didn’t work and had been furious when Justin had left on Monday.I can give you everything you need. Quit that shit job.He was wearing one of Eli’s t-shirts because he hadn’t intended two nights away. Eli had offered a sweater, but they all smelled too much of Eli—felt like him.
Right now, Justin needed to be himself. He shivered and pulled his jacket tighter around his neck.
The movement must have caught Eli’s attention. “Are you okay?”
Long wool coat. Tailored suit. Silk tie. Rolex watch, and that cane. The same one that had been inside Justin. A little electric shock zipped up to his brain. Money. Power. Dominance. Just like Francis.
“I don’t know. I’m...” He shrugged. The leather collar was tucked away in his backpack. True to his word, Eli hadn’t stopped Justin from removing it, as if Justin casting off submission was a normal, everyday thing. He didn’t trust that.”... thinking, I guess.”
Hard to read Eli’s expression. “I understand that.”
No idea what churned in Eli’s head. Maybe that was part of the attraction—the unknown and surprising. Like the tender way Eli had made love in the morning, raining kisses on Justin’s body and moving slowly inside Justin until all he knew was Eli’s touch and taste and a pleasure he hadn’t thought could come from such gentleness. Too used to fast and furious fucking, to the pain of whip and cane.
He shivered again. Which was Eli’s true face? Justin didn’t know.
Again, Eli glanced over but didn’t speak.
They came to the dual doors that lead to Grounds N’at and S. R. Anderson Consulting. All that was left was to climb those stairs together. Except... they never arrived at the same time. Sam wouldknow. The party was one thing. Spending the rest of the weekend at Eli’s had been something else.
“I’m gonna grab a coffee.”
Eli paused by the door. “Okay. I’ll see you upstairs.” His smile was faint, tinged with tension that could have been worry or anger. No way to know.
Justin pulled open the door to Grounds N’at and breathed in a lungful of brewing coffee. Brian stood behind the counter. “Dude! How’s it going?”
