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“You’re very needy, Father,” I joke, waggling my eyebrows at him, but instead of laughing with me, his eyes narrow, darkening, until he clears his throat once more.

“For this case I guess I am needy.” He appears like he has something else he wants to say. Like it’s on the tip of his tongue, but he decides against it. “There’s a man named Gregory Saunders in the congregation.”

“That name sounds familiar,” I tell him, trying my best to remember where I’ve heard it before.

“It does?” Benedict raises a brow. “Did your ex-husband know him?”

I shrug. “I’m not really sure. How can I help you with him?”

“He has a wife around your age. I was just wondering if you could befriend her, maybe convince her to have her husband speak to me more. Does that even make sense?” He leans back in his chair.

“I guess I could.”

“And another thing. At the club, now that you’ve got their trust, maybe you could try dancing for them. Or something.”

My eyes widen. “I’m really kind of bad at this. I’m the least sexy person there is.”

The way Benedict stares at me makes me believe he doesn’t buy what I’m saying for a second. But he’s never seen me dance.

Chapter 17

Benedict

Sitting here in my office, with Eva sitting across my desk from me I’m as hard as a fucking rock. Even harder than that, because a rock can be crushed to dust. I’m diamond hard.

We’re not even talking about anything too sexual, but that kiss we shared has been playing on repeat inside my head every second since it happened.

I shift in my chair, trying to ease this ache I’ve got. My cock pulses, and Eva doesn’t even realize how fucking beautiful she is. How she makes me want to push her to her knees and make her submit to me.

She has no fucking clue how badly I want her, and I need to snap myself out of these thoughts.

I’m in a fucking church for crying out loud.

“Maybe you could give me pointers?”

Fuck me.

“Uh,” I stutter, and she must see the complete shock written all over my face because she backpedals.

“I mean, maybe you could point me in the right direction.”

Fuck it. “Stand up,” I demand of her. If she wants pointers, I’ll give her the best I’ve got.

Now it’s her turn for her face to wear a mix of shock and desire. “Right now?”

I nod, not sure if my voice is even working correctly. “Yeah,” I groan out, all throaty and heavy. “Stand and come here.” I push away from my desk, spreading my legs just a bit. “Now,” I say once she’s standing right in front of me. I grab her hips, spinning her around so her ass is in my face. “You’ll want to make sure you keep that ass as close as possible with his groin.”

She gasps. “I don’t know if I can do that.”

I lean back further, patting my lap. “Try it.”

She sways her hips, bringing her ass down like she’s going to sit in my lap but at the last second stands up straight again. “Like this?”

“Just like that,” I say through gritted teeth. I want to touch her. Explore her curves.

Her blonde hair falls in waves down her back, making me want to wrap my fist around it, tug her closer to me.

She starts grinding her hips on my lap, and I’m so hard there’s nothing I can even do about it. My eyes cloud over with lust as I watch her dance for me.

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