Page 37 of Just Business

That mouth never quit. “I won’t punish you when I make you fail to finish, but I’ll add another if you give me attitude.” He kissed Justin’s neck above the leather collar.

A tremble and a hiss. “Youlikewhen I give you attitude.”

Eli nipped the skin. “Six.”

Justin groaned. “See?”

“Seven.” Eli laughed. “Such a masochist.”

“Mmm-hmm.”

Eli pulled Justin onto his lap and continued tasting and nipping the skin at his neck. Well, conversation could wait abit.

“Can I—can I touch you?” Justin’s question was half moan, half breath.

Finally. “Yes.”

Magic word. Justin tangled his hand into Eli’s hair and ran the other down Eli’s back. “You are so hot.” He arched and exposed more of his throat.

Eli licked down to Justin’s collarbone and kissed the flesh there. “I want an honest answer this time, Justin.” Eli drew back. “How are you feeling about this?” Maybe if he had Justin’s answer, he could find his own.

The eyeliner around those bright eyes was still perfect. Waterproof, no doubt. “Better now.” Justin placed his hand against Eli’s chest. “This is a hell of a first date.”

Laughter and joy rose in his chest. “Firstimplies you want another.”

“Oh God yes. Even when I hated you, you set my blood on fire.”

Hated? Eli pulled back farther. “What reason did I ever give you to hate me?”

Justin played with one of the buttons on Eli’s vest. “You didn’t. You were... cold. Standoffish, compared to Sam. And this past week, we weren’t exactly getting along.”

Well, that was true. Eli cupped the back of Justin’s head and pulled him down, shifting so that their limbs tangled and Justin’s head rest on his shoulder. Justin melted into him, except for the bulge he rocked ever so slightly against Eli’s thigh.

“Sam is a people person.” Eli toyed with Justin’s hair. “I’m not.” This week had been evidence enough ofthat.

“I can’t believe Sam’s a sub,” Justin murmured. “He’s so... dominant in the office.”

Sam was, enough that Eli deferred to him almost naturally. “Sam’s a masochist. He’s a submissive for Michael, but I don’t know if he’d be so for any other man.”

Justin’s heart thudded against Eli’s chest. “Wow.” He pushed himself up, and there was the calculating man Eli glimpsed at work. “You know quite a bit about him.”

“We’ve worked with each other practically every day for ten months, and I’ve known Michael since undergrad.”

“So he knows a lot about you, too.”

Very nice. “Part of the reason I came on board.”

Justin settled back down. “Where does this leave us?”

Indeed. That was the point of this discussion. He stroked Justin’s hair—soft despite being dyed. “I still intend to flog and fuck you tonight.”

Justin’s shudder was sensual and delicious. All that shifting and rubbing. Fire sank down into Eli. Coming twice in one night would not be an issue, and how long had it been since he’d been this aroused? “I’ll take that as consent.”

“Please.” He thrust against Eli’s thigh. “You have no idea how much I want you.”

Eli twisted his fingers into Justin’s hair and lifted. “I have every idea. And if you come before I tell you, you’ll get far more than seven strikes with a cane and you will not like it. At all.”

That produced a different but equally delightful shudder. “Yes, Eli.” He settled back down. No more coy sliding.