“I’m sorry. I got a little carried away.”
“It doesn’t hurt.” It stung, but he wasn’t about to tell Mason that. Jude liked that he was able to make Mason lose control.
Mason pushed himself away to sit up and lean against the headboard. “Well, let’s get dressed. I have plans for you.”
“Plans?” he asked warily. “What’re you talking about?”
Mason’s eyes danced. “Nothing to do with the office, I guarantee.”
“Why am I suddenly afraid?” He left the bed for the bathroom, and Mason followed, then used the toothbrush he’d left the first weekend he’d stayed over. “Do you mind if I piss in private?”
“You had your fingers in my ass a minute ago. I think I can talk to you while you pee.”
“Damn, you’re a pain.” His lips twitched. “What is it you think you’re going to have me do today?”
“My apartment is ready, and I need furniture.” Mason’s eyes twinkled. “And you’re going to come and help me decorate.”
“You’re kidding. Just buy a bed and a dresser. You don’t need anything else.”
He washed his hands, brushed his teeth, and after putting on his briefs, walked out, Mason trailing at his heels. The coffeemaker, set the previous night, was full, and Jude poured himself a cup.
“Don’t worry, the bed is already there. It’s a platform bolted to the floor, and I got a new mattress. Extra firm.” Mason pinched his ass, and when Jude whirled around, he danced away, out of reach. “Just the way you like it. But I need a sofa and chairs. I’m not going to sit on the floor.”
He set the mug down. “And you want me to come with you.”
Clad only in his boxers, Mason hoisted himself up on the island. “Yeah. You did a great job in the office, so work your magic on my apartment. Then we can go have fun afterward. I have a plan.”
“Do you now?”
“Yup.” Mason swung his legs and held out his mug for coffee, which Jude poured, thinking Mason looked like an overgrown kid with his open, laughing face filled with anticipation and excitement.
And fun.
Weekends for Jude weren’t much different than weekdays. He didn’t have fun, except…with Mason. Mason was fun, and maybe that was part of the reason Jude couldn’t figure him out. Being with Mason meant learning to expect the unexpected.
“Sounds good to me.”
“Really?” A delighted smile spread over Mason’s face. “I thought I’d get more pushback.”
“I’m saving that for later. Like tonight.” He raised a brow.
“Look at you with the subtle jokes. Who said you had no sense of humor?” Mason snickered and finished his coffee.
“I believe that was you.”
Mason slid off the counter and rested his arms around Jude’s neck. “I can admit I’m wrong occasionally.”
“Very generous of you.”
That long body wound around his, and he held Mason tight, the rasp of his beard sparking tingles throughout his body.
Mason pressed a kiss to his mouth. “I’m feeling very generous right now. I might even treat you to lunch and let you have your way with me later. If you’re good.”
“I’m always good.” He swatted Mason’s ass and disengaged himself from his hold.
“Yes, you are. Better than good.”
The heat in Mason’s smoldering eyes sent a rush of lust through him so strong, his legs quivered. Jude wasn’t used to all these…emotions. They blurred the clean lines he lived inside and made things messy and unpredictable.
