Page 9 of Just Business

He dropped trousers and boxers, and wrapped a hand around his dick. He hadn’t been this turned on in ages. All because of a man who probably hated him. Justin braced against the wall and stroked.

Eli might be an ass, but he also had long, elegant fingers that looked good in black leather. Justin could imagine Eli’s gloved hand wrapped around his cock, jerking him off, his tall, hot body pressed against Justin. That deep voice whispering in his ear.You think you’re something, don’t you, Mr. White? I suppose we’ll see.

Fucker would probably get a kick out of ordering him around. Justin shuddered and bit back a moan.

Don’t you dare come yet. Not until I say.

He was close. Panting. Thank God the fan rattled so loud. He grunted and worked his cock faster.

Warm lips pressed against the back of his neck. Hot breath against skin. “Come.”

Justin moaned as semen coated his hand and hit the back of the urinal.

Fuck.Fuck.Every nerve felt like fire. Did he really just jack off in a men’s room thinking about Eli? The evidence was right there, white and sticky on his hand.Shit.

Worse. That had been hotter than anything he’d imagined in a while.

Jesus. I am desperate.He flushed away the evidence, cleaned himself up, and changed back into jeans and a t-shirt. Black with a stylized raven on it. All his other classmates wore suits or business casual to class. He couldn’t abide by the dress that reminded him how he’d fucked that life away with Francis.

He stuffed his dress clothes into his backpack. He’d outshone everyone. His grades were fantastic. Don praised his work. He could rise above it. Again. This time, he’d help Mercy, too.

Justin opened the door and flicked off the light. The smoky, acrid smell of coffee swam down Justin’s lungs as he stepped out into the shop. He grabbed a table near the counter and stuffed his backpack onto the seat.

A few customers sat at the tables, but none were distracting Brian. “So how did it go?”

“Good, I think.” Justin stepped behind the counter and started making a cappuccino. The adrenaline would wear off, and he still had an evening of classes ahead. “Pretty sure Sam liked me. Engineering did, too. But...”

“But?”

“I don’t think I impressed the CFO.”

“Is that the tall guy with the cane?”

“Yeah. Eli.” He scratched the back of his head. “I kind of yelled at him.”

“Dude—”

The bell on the shop door rang—and speak of the devil. Cane, gloves, but no jacket. Just his shirt and vest, which did nothing to hide the long lines of Eli’s body and everything to stir up Justin’s blood again. He held a large envelope. Probably outgoing mail.

“Shit,” Justin muttered. He set about frothing his milk. Really needed to find a fuckbuddy. By the time Justin finished making his drink, Eli was at the counter.

“I thought you had the day off.”

“I do.” Justin picked up his drink. “I’m kind enough not to make my boss work for me.” He nodded at Brian. “But he’ll happily takeyourorder.” Looking away was hard, but if he stared at Eli’s canted lips, he’d need another trip to the men’s room. He slid into his chair.

Eli remained at the counter and ordered, but when he got his drink he tucked his mail under his arm and headed straight to Justin’s table. Despite not wanting Eli to sit, Justin moved his backpack. Eli placed his cup down—a latte?

Jesus.Eli never ordered one of those. “Isn’t that a little risqué for you?” The quip slipped out before he could shut his brain off.

Eli’s chuckle took Justin’s breath from his lungs. “I like to live life on the edge.”

“If that’s your edge...” This time, Justin clamped down on the rest of his words.

Eli merely smiled and handed him the large white envelope he’d been carrying.

What the fuck? Justin took it. Opened it. Slid out the papers—Holy shit.

It was an offer letter. Thirty minutes hadn’t even passed.