“Truth,” she said quickly—too quickly—then inhaled as if she’d already realised her mistake.
A slow smile curved my mouth. Not amused. Not cruel. Just certain.
“Already?” I murmured.“I would’ve thought you braver than that.”
I settled back into my seat, my attention shifting—not to the game, but to her. To what came before us.
“Why did you choose to become a nurse?” I asked, watching as the tension slowly eased from her shoulders.
Her eyes closed. She drew in a deep breath.
She was wearing one of Nick’s T-shirts—too big for her—but I could still see the gentle rise and fall of her breasts as she breathed.
“I was there when my mum died,” she said quietly, then opened her eyes to meet mine.“The paramedics… they did everything they could to save her.”
A pause.
“They didn’t care if we were rich or poor.”
Then she’d ended up stuck with that good-for-nothing dickhead, James.
Nick’s hand slid from her back to her waist. I caught his eye and gave him a small nod.
“We’ve got you now, Ella,” he murmured.
She arched a brow at him, but the faint smile that followed was unmistakable.
“But we’re still playing,” I added smoothly.“So I dare you to kiss Alec’s feet for one minute.”
“I’ll set the timer,” Rowan said, already reaching for his phone.
Ella sighed and shook her head, resigned but not upset.
I slipped my sliders off and placed my feet on the couch, stretching out comfortably.
“Yes,” I said, wiggling my toes slightly.“Come and worship my feet.”
Nick was letting her off easy with the dare, but as she settled at the foot of the couch, I let it slide.
Her hands were gentle as she held my foot. When she bent down, her hair fell forward, brushing softly against my skin. Then her lips followed—slow, deliberate—working their way from the arch of my foot to my toes. She repeated it, methodical and reverent, until my entire foot had been covered in kisses.
By the time she moved to the other, my cock was hard, impatience coiling low in my gut.
One glance at Rowan and Nick told me everything I needed to know.
Same page. Same appetite.
She shifted to my second foot, lips still careful, still compliant. Rowan’s smirk deepened as he checked the time.
I knew then—it wouldn’t be stopping at one minute.
That kiss came with a cost.
My attention snapped back to Ella as her tongue followed the arch of my foot with quiet reverence—but before I could react, Rowan interrupted us.
“My turn,” he said, his voice low and rough.
He tossed me his phone.
