My bedroom door opens before Gary can respond, and Juan steps out, tucking his phone into his back pocket.
“This is Jude,” I say before anyone else can. “Jude, this is Juan.”
Jude gives him an easy smile. “Nice to meet you.”
“You too,” Juan says as the doorbell rings.
“I got it.” Jude stands before I can and heads out into the hallway.
As soon as the door shuts behind him, Lacey says, “He’s adorable.”
“I like him,” Gary adds. “He has a good sense of humor. And obviously not easy to run off.”
“Yeah, thanks for that.”
“Yeah…your office? Really? I’ve eaten in there before,” Gary says.
I do my best not to remember the other night in my office, when Jude ate me out on the desk. It’s almost scary how quickly he can make me feel so fucking good.
“That’s none of your business,” I say and stand. “I’m gonna go get some more drinks.”
Lacey and Gary lapse back into conversation as I head to the kitchen for some beers. It’s so rare for them all to have the night off at the same time, and I’m excited they’re here. At the same time, I kind of want to push them all out so I can have Jude alone again.
When he comes back into the apartment with two pizza boxes, he brings them to me. I reach for my wallet, but he stops me with his free hand on my arm.
“No, I’ve got it,” he says. “I’m trying out that thing you told me about. You know, doing something nice for the guy you’re seeing.”
I can’t stop the smile that fights its way to my lips. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.” He sets the pizza boxes on the counter and moves closer to me, crowding me further back, out of view of my friends in the living room. Then he puts his hands on my waist and presses his body against mine.
His touch is nothing short of intoxicating. Just from the proximity alone, my legs feel weak. I could kiss him all day and never tire of his lips.
He smiles a little, lifting one hand to trace his index finger down my cheek. “You’re really cute. Anyone ever tell you that?”
I swallow and shake my head, even though I can’t remember if it’s true or not.
Jude traces my mouth before raising an eyebrow, asking me a silent question. In answer, I part my lips enough for him to slide two fingers into my mouth.
I suck on them gently, my face heating as I think about one of the others come into the kitchen and seeing this. But it’s not like it’s even really that bad. Except that just this alone is making me rock hard. I’m aching for Jude to turn me around and fuck me. Or to put me up on the counter and fuck me. Hell, he could even push me down on the floor and fuck me. I’d let him do it however he wanted.
A small moan escapes around his fingers, and Jude’s smile darkens.
“Shh,” he whispers. “You don’t want them to hear you.”
He slides a third finger into my mouth, and I suck harder, watching his eyes fill with heat and lust. I want him so bad, it’s like a physical ache. If he would just—
He pulls away abruptly, grabbing a dishrag to dry his hand on before calling to the living room, “I’m coming with the pizza.”
I put a hand on the counter to steady myself. “Jude.”
“What?” He glances at me, his gaze dropping to the front of my jeans. “Is there a problem?”
“You’re killing me.”
He smiles. “You might want to excuse yourself to take care of that.”
I laugh a little. “No, I just need a second.”
