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He watched her.

She had become his complete undoing and he crashed his lips onto hers while spilling his orgasm into her. They rode the wave of pleasure together until they were both left panting, dripping with their own pleasure.

Eliza, completely spent, laid her body back against the counter again and stared up at this beautiful man standing between her thighs, still sheathed inside of her.

“Holy shit,” she breathed, “This cannot be real. You have got to be a god or something.”

Judas couldn't help but laugh at her statement. If she only knew.

Chapter eight

Eliza was called a workaholic on more than one occasion and it had been an issue with every partner Eliza had even attempted to have a relationship with. They would always want her to drop everything for them on a whim and all she wanted to do was work on research for her next big case. She loved her job and that had always been priority one for her. Plain and simple.

While working for her father had not been the same kind of obsession as her own personal work, Eliza could never be considered a lackluster employee. Doing her job and doing it well was something Eliza held near and dear. Being presented as an above and beyond employee was something she had never been willing to compromise.

Until this morning.

Nearly 48 hours passed since Judas rocked her body fully, but she hadn’t stopped thinking about it for even one second. Sitting at her desk with Monday’s to-do list staring up at her did nothing to correct that either. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw him standing over her, heard him claiming her as his, and felthim touching parts of her soul she didn’t know existed. Recalling it in that moment, sent shivers down her spine in delicious ways. She cradled her head in her hands and wondered how she would ever make it through the day. Especially once he arrived.

Shaking her head to try and hold off the flashing images of his divine body, Eliza trudged through the office to make a cup of coffee. Coffee tended to at least slightly calm her nerves and bring peace to her mind. This morning, though, it seemed it would be served with a side of Judas Christian and that would do nothing to take him off of her mind.

He was in the kitchen pouring himself a cup as Eliza stood frozen in the doorway staring at him. She saw him naked not two days ago and that was all she could see when she looked at him. Wanting to enjoy the view, she took in the sight of him as long as she could without getting caught. Unfortunately, she’d underestimated how long that was and she was sure he saw her out of the corner of his eye as he turned toward her. Without waiting to find out, Eliza whipped on her heel, marching away from the kitchen as if she never intended to go there in the first place.

As she spun, Lydia smiled at her in that conspiratorial way that said she knew exactly what Eliza was just doing.

Walking past her at lightning speed, Eliza muttered, “Shut up, Lydia.”

The woman’s laugh followed her as she hid behind her office door.

Meanwhile, Judas, having immensely enjoyed catching her staring at him as he poured his morning brew, slowly sauntered behind her as she ran away. He nodded cooly as he passed Lydia’s desk.

“Good morning, Mr. Christian,” Lydia said with a smile.

He paused to be polite and offered his own greeting, “Good morning, Lydia.”

The woman continued smiling up at him with a twinkle in her eye, “Seems our Eliza is quite distracted this morning.”

Judas hated that he felt a warm heat flood his cheeks and feigned ignorance, “I’m sure she is. She’s a busy woman.”

Lydia winked at him now, “I’m sure she is. Have a great day, Mr. Christian. Tell Eliza she forgot to get her coffee, would you?”

Judas laughed, unable to contain himself, “How about I just bring her one myself?” He walked back into the kitchen and poured a cup for Eliza before heading to her office. Lydia smirked as he walked by.

Shaking his head, Judas knocked on Eliza’s door. There was no response but he knew she was hidden away inside. He cracked open the door and held the cup of coffee through the opening. From directly behind the door, Eliza’s hand shot out and snatched the cup away.

“Thank you,” she mumbled.

He chuckled, pushing the door open further, and with it, her body away from the doorway. He peeked around and saw Eliza sipping her coffee in hiding. “Can I come in?” he asked.

Eliza’s face burned bright red but she nodded her head.

Walking inside, Judas took a seat at her desk. He looked over his shoulder and gestured toward another chair, “Join me.”

Swallowing a large gulp of coffee, she crossed the room to sit across from the most sexually gifted man she ever met. They stared at one another for a full three minutes of complete silence.

Judas cracked first, “Are we good? I’m sorry if I crossed boundaries I shouldn’t have.”

“Sir, you have not crossed any boundaries. I gave willing consent and active participation. It’s just…” she let out a hysterical cackle before falling quiet.

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