Page 119 of Still Bruised
“Your aftershave. Your body wash. The scent that’s wholly you.” Foster paused, lifting a hand and rubbing his thumb over Jude’s bottom lip. “Those lips I already miss kissing. The feel of them against mine.” He trailed his knuckles along the hint of jaw not covered by the helmet and mask. “The defiant tilt to your chin and the way your nostrils flare when you’re shoving me down on the bed to ride my cock.”
“I didn’t shove you down on the bed,” Jude argued.
“No, but you shoved me against the desk, and you gave me that same defiant look when you did it.”
Jude shivered. The little things.
Foster had catalogued a list of his own.
“You’ve got to be freezing. Let’s go back to the room.”
“No,” Jude snapped.
Silence stretched between them for a few seconds.
Foster inched closer. “Is that why you ran out? You didn’t think I knew it was you?”
Jude lowered his head.
“You thought you could sneak in an anonymous fuck, and I’d be none the wiser, hmm?”
That wasexactlywhat he’d thought.
Foster’s hand whipped out and twisted in the front of Jude’s toga. He dragged Jude closer, their legs rubbing against one another.
“Our debt was paid,” Foster growled, his voice raspy.“Remember?”
Foster yanked the helmet off Jude’s head and tossed it onto the ground beside them. He gathered Jude’s face in his hands and tugged until his lips were only a couple of inches away. “Now you oweme.”
“And what—” Jude’s voice hitched. “What is it you want in return?”
“Your honesty,”Foster said.
Jude winced.
“Why did you lie to Anton?”
“I knew he’d throw a fit if he knew we were in a relationship.”
Foster’s eyes widened. “You actually called it a relationship. I’m shocked.”
“Don’t,”Jude cautioned.
“You’re no longer the boss here,” Foster snapped. “Your rules no longer apply.” His expression softened. “I won’t hide how I feel just to make you more comfortable. Not anymore.”
Jude opened his mouth to argue but stopped before he said something he’d regret.
“Iknowyou feel something for me,” Foster said.
“I don’t,” Jude answered.
“Liar,”Foster growled.
He wants honesty, hmm? Let’s see how he likes it.
“You know what? Iama liar. Idofeel something for you?—”
Foster’s brows smoothed a little.
