Page 26 of Just Business

Justin knelt and carefully picked up the files. While they’d strewn their contents onto the rug, they’d done so in an organized enough way that he could scoop up each one and hand it back to Eli.

“Well done.” Soft voice, full of the warmth that had been lacking all week.

Justin sat back on his feet. “What now?”

“If you wouldn’t mind a little more time down there, I have these”—he held up the files in his hands—“and those left.” Eli waved to a much larger stack. “All of them go into the bottom cabinets. And I can’t—” His voice cracked.

Justin examined the fluff on the carpet, rather than the deep anger on Eli face. Mercy got like this when her injury held her back in unpredictable ways. He let Eli find his balance.

Eli sighed. “My leg hurts too fucking much to kneel today.” He handed a file to Justin. “Far cabinet, two-thirds of the way in. You’ll see the company name.”

Justin shimmied over, opened the cabinet, and filed the folder.

Eli held out the next one. “Closest to me.”

Stand or crawl? Well, if he had to get up and down, his knees would give out, too. He crawled on all fours to Eli and took the file.

“Halfway down.” Eli’s voice fell like a caress.

Justin opened the drawer and found the location, his blood thrumming in his ears. He pushed it closed, and looked up. Fuck if it wasn’t the burning-hot Eli staring back, a smile touching his lips. Those gray eyes were as impenetrable as storm clouds, though.

“Does you leg get like this often?”

“No.” Same soft voice. “Only when I do something stupid, like walk to Strip District and back.”

Even Justin would feel that in the morning. Had to be four miles from Squirrel Hill, one way.

His expression must have been readable because Eli laughed and shrugged. “I had a lot on my mind.” He handed Justin three folders. “All of these go in the far cabinet, second drawer up.”

With Eli’s laughter spinning down his body to his balls, Justin shuffled on his knees as ordered. When he crawled back, it was Eli’s mouthwatering expression that burned Justin’s veins.

Being on his knees for Eli felt good. Inappropriately good. There really wasn’t a way to hide just how turned on he was.

“You’re doing very well, Justin.” Eli handed him another stack. “I’m quite pleased.”

Justin’s whole body shook and he stifled a moan. That was not the kind of praise a coworker gave. Justin gripped the folders.

“Middle cabinet.” Eli shifted in his seat—and the bulge in Eli’s pants wasn’t the kind a coworker should have for another, either.

“Justin.” A little force in Eli’s voice.

Every nerve in Justin’s body lit up. “Sorry.” He moved to the cabinet and filed the folders, slowly so he could catch his breath.Man, Kelly better come through with a party, because this is ridiculous.

Still, he savored the burn in his body and the tightness in his balls when crawled back to Eli. Hadn’t felt that in ages. If nothing else, he’d have a spectacular orgasm when he got home.

He sat back on his heels and waited. No way Eli could miss the outline of his cock pressing against his jeans.

Sam’s voice sounded in the hall. “Justin, where— Oh.” Sam tilted his head.

God, Justin’s face felt like he’d been shoved into an oven. Sam couldn’t miss the erection, either. Oh hell.

“E, why is my assistant kneeling at your feet?”

A chuckle. “He’s helping me file.”

Sam shook his head.

“I promise I’ll put him back where I found him. In one piece, even.” Oh, the grin that wrapped Eli’s voice.