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My shirt had risen up her thighs, and I could see the absence of her panties, and half her ass, just hanging out in my home, neat as you please, and my cock roared to life. I could hear the blood rushing through my ears; my heart pounded in time with the painful throbbing of my cock.

I had to do something.

And fast.

I didn’t think, didn’t speak. Didn’t bother to alert her to my presence. I just strode around the island in the center of the kitchen, stepped up behind her, and stretched over her head to grab the two mugs she’d been trying valiantly to procure.

I felt her body react the second she felt my erection press against her backside. I expected her to pull away.

But instead, she turned to face me, her gorgeous doe eyes looking up into mine with such a heat, I was possessed by their intensity.

We were doomed to sin from the start. There was no saving either of us now as everything finally clicked to place with nothing more than the heated look shared between us.

“It’s me, isn’t it?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper. “The impure thoughts…are you having them now?” She bit her bottom lip and nodded, those pretty, long lashes fluttering to hide her away. My hand rose, cupping her cheek as I forced her to look back at me. “Don’t go hiding away now, Scarlett. We’re in this together, remember? I made you a promise that I’d help you deal with these lustful feelings you’re struggling with.”

“Then help me,” she pleaded, her hands pressed against my chest. “I know it’s wrong, but I need you, Jude.”

“Judas,” I panted as my lips met hers in a frantic haze. “My name is Judas.”

She clung to me, and I to her, as our tongues fought for dominance, my hardness combating her soft, pliant body, the two of us like sailors adrift at sea with no lifeboat. The waves of lust battered us about, but we paid them no mind, embracing them instead of running now. A voice inside of me shouted for me to stop, to remember my vows, but with this woman in my arms, eager and willing and fuck, so ready and open–

It didn’t even register.

I was going to hell for sure for this, but I no longer cared. I’d battle the devil himself to have her for just one night.

“Say no,” I pleaded. “Say no, and I’ll stop.” But inside my head, I prayed she wouldn’t, as wrong as that sounded. I was weak, but I was alright with that.

Weak meant I could finally feel what I’d been missing all this time. Weak meant I could finally have something I’d denied myself for far too long.

Weak meant there was a chance I could be buried balls-deep in this woman before the night was over.

“Don’t stop, Judas. I–I…I need you, need this. Just–”

I captured her lips with my own again, kissing my way down her neck like a man who’d been starving for far too long and suddenly been presented with his first meal. “Just what? Anything you want, Scarlett, only say yes.”

She whimpered as I grabbed her ass and lifted her to the counter, setting her on my level so I could better access her. That shirt of mine she wore came right off, baring her nude body to me in a flash, sending me reeling. I ached for her in ways I hadn’t thought possible. Such intensity nearly knocked me over in its force.

“Just don’t be gentle.”

With a growl, I captured a nipple in my mouth, savoring every inch of her skin like it was the last time I’d ever see a woman naked in my life.

“I won’t.”

8

JUDAS

I didn't wakeup today with the intent to break my holy vows. Hell, I didn't ever think there would be a thing in this earthly plane that could tempt me away from the path I'd chosen to follow. But standing here in my kitchen with a very naked, willing, and wanton Scarlett McKeen in my arms, her legs spread around my torso, baring her holy fucking soul to me, prepared to go to hell for a taste of the man she'd been fantasizing about for months—me—I couldn't give a damn less about the promise to remain celibate. The devotion to my God.

Nothing was as powerful as the rush I felt when she looked at me like she wanted to devour me. Nothing was as heady as the feeling of pleasure that raced through me when she dragged her nails down my arms as I nibbled at her neck. There was nothing on this earth that felt anywhere near close to the emotions that rolled over me in waves when she begged me to take her, naked on my fucking kitchen counter, panting, needy, and?—

I slipped my hand to her thighs, humming to myself in satisfaction when she scooted a bit closer to my touch, showing me with her body where she wanted my touch.

—yep. Wetter than the fucking torrential rain that poured down outside.

"Fuck, Scarlett," I groaned, running my finger along her wet, hot slit. "You make it so easy to sin."

She tipped her head back and rocked into the sensations I brought her, gasping in shock when I slipped a finger inside her warm cunt. "You're one to talk," she panted. "Do you know how hard it is to talk to the man you want to fuck about yourimpure thoughts?"

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