Hands up, Jude retreated, laughing. “Okay, stay away from me. The last thing I need is to get sick.”
“Oh, you aresogetting it. The way you had your tongue down my throat last night? If you don’t, you’re fucking Superman.” He waggled his brows. “And you may have a super dick, but no one is immune.”
“I take care of myself. The vitamins and—”
“Yeah, yeah, I’ve seen.” Mason waved his hand. “Vitamins and green juice and all that good-for-you shit. Fuck that. I’ll be healthy when I’m dead.”
Jude snorted. “Even for you, that doesn’t make sense. But I’m leaving you here with two half gallons of orange juice. Make sure you drink them.”
“Thank you.”
He sniffled, so forlorn and adorable, Jude couldn’t resist. “If you want, I can bring you some soup during lunch.”
Mason brightened. “Chicken soup?”
“Of course. What else? I’ll see you later.” Jude kissed the top of his head and left for work.
Once at the office, he fell into the usual meetings and phone calls, but he missed Mason dropping in to discuss the accounts he worked on. Jude was used to working alone, yet he now found himself reaching for the phone to tell Mason something interesting he’d read in an industry-trend article or to take notes about an idea he had.
That indefinable spark Mason brought to Jude’s day was dimmer without him across the hall. He itched to call home and make sure Mason drank the orange juice and stayed in bed, but he could hear Mason laughing at him to stop being an overprotective idiot.
Before making his next phone call, Jude propped his chin in his hand and stared out the window. The speed with which their relationship had accelerated should give him pause. He’d never jumped into anything so quickly, preferring to weigh all the pros and cons.
Mason was four years younger than him, and much more sexually experienced. He possessed a joy for life and that enviable, easygoing nature that made him instantly likable and the kind of man you’d want to be your friend.
In other words, the exact opposite of Jude. Yet Mason had practically moved into Jude’s apartment, only going to his studio to change clothes. And even in the few hours of his absence, the space seemed devoid of light and laughter. They’d grown so close, so quickly…
Was it too quick?
No.
Jude had allowed Mason inside that part of himself he’d locked away, but he’d had no choice. As with everything else in his life, Mason jumped in headfirst—no regrets. He took what he wanted.
Including Jude.
Sometimes the only way to regain control was to let go of what you were holding on to. Jude had given in to Mason, no longer afraid he’d lose control of what he’d always held back. Himself.
Last night, for the first time, Mason took command of their lovemaking. He rode Jude’s cock and ground down to hit the spot, his eyes closed, concentrating on his pleasure. Jude had steadied his hands on Mason’s hips and thrust up, gritting his teeth as the walls of Mason’s passage tightened around him.
“Fuck, ah, fuck me, Jude.”Mason had been covered in sweat, his bronze skin gleaming, the strands of his hair sticking to his face, and Jude had lost himself in the sight of Mason’s full mouth, open and gasping his name.
He was so fucking gorgeous, and Jude knew he could never let him go—
“What happened to Mason?” Pryce’s voice snapped him out of his daydream.
“What? Oh, he’s sick.” Jude rubbed his face.
“He seemed fine yesterday. Maybe he’s busy with a new boyfriend and didn’t feel like coming in today.” Pryce grinned, but Jude didn’t join in.
“Did you want to talk about something in particular, besides Mason’s love life?” Goddamn, he hated office gossip.
“Sorry. I wanted to tell you that Never Too Sweet is increasing their budget for ads. And also, I spoke with several influencers Mason put us in touch with for Mojo, and they’re ready for us to send them some product.”
“Good. What else are you working on? We haven’t had much time to talk about your accounts.”
Pryce swung himself into the chair in front of Jude’s desk. “Well, we’ve both been busy with Mason. Bringing him up to speed.”
“It’s been a month. He’s there already. Tell me about the other accounts.”
