THE MAKING OF JONTY BLOOM (Unfinished Business #1) by BARBARA ELSBORG

**EXCERPT from THE MAKING OF JONTY BLOOM**

A guy younger than Jonty with a mop of curly hair and a lot of freckles smiled at them from behind the counter. “Can I help you?”

“I need a suit,” Jonty said. “Pink or purple.”

Devan laughed. The sales assistant gawped.

“He’s colour-blind. Blue or grey,” Devan said.

There was a choice of four in Jonty’s size, which was quickly whittled down to one. Pale grey and Jonty looked so hot in it, even with his T-shirt underneath the jacket, that the breath caught in Devan’s throat and his cock perked up.

“Does my bum look big in this?” Jonty asked.

“No.”

“Damn.”

Devan spotted the assistant smiling.

“Is it washable?” Jonty asked.

“Wa…wa…no.” The assistant’s smile had gone.

Jonty turned to Devan and pouted. “We’ll have to spot clean the blood out of it then. Sorry, master.”

“That will be your job,” Devan said.

Jonty inclined his head. “Of course.”

They walked out less than fifteen minutes after they’d walked in, with a hundred-and twenty-pound suit and a thirty-pound pair of black shoes that Jonty had wrangled down from thirty-five, because there was a scuff on the heel, though Devan thought the assistant was desperate to get rid of them. Devan would have laughed if anyone had suggested he look for a suit or shoes that cost so little, laughed even harder at the idea of bargaining. This was a reminder of how fortunate he was. If he’d been shopping for a suit with Ravi, not that Ravi would have set foot in a shop that didn’t sell designer gear, they’d have been hours while Ravi made up his mind. Devan had hated shopping with him. With Jonty, it had been fun.

“I saw the way you looked at me in that suit,” Jonty said.

“Like I wanted to eat you?”

Jonty widened his eyes. “No. Like you wished they had one in your size.”

“You looked so sexy, I had a hard time not giving the guy fifty quid to lock us in the shop for fifteen minutes.”

“Fifty quid? He’d have locked us in and watched for that. Though not after I’d mentioned the blood. But fifteen minutes is a bit disappointing.”

“Hmm,” Devan said. “I bet if I wrapped my hand around your cock, you’d come within three minutes.”

Jonty stared at him and Devan could have sworn his eyes darkened. “Do it now.”

“We’re in the middle of Alnwick.”

“No one will notice,” Jonty smirked.

“Let’s go back to the car,” Devan croaked out.

“You want to do it in the car park?”

“Yes, but that’s not going to happen. I’m not going to do anything that risks either of us getting arrested. I have plans for later. We need to buy food.”

“This house has lots of board games. I saw them piled up in one of the pictures. We’re not going to be short of something to do.”

“Right.”

“And my favourite TV programme is on tonight.”

“What’s that?”

“Naked and Afraid.”

“Don’t they pixel out all the good bits?”

“Not backsides.” Jonty grinned.