Page 22 of Judas

“This thing between us…” she said, “It’s intense in ways I don’t really know how to handle. I’m not used to feeling this… unhinged.”

Judas laughed in agreement, “I completely understand.”

Biting her lip, Eliza collected her thoughts, “I want this with you, but we work together so I have to make sure that there isn’t going to be any kind of drama that might filter into the workplace. My dad is our boss and I’m afraid of how he might treat you if he finds out about us. I need to know that this isn’t just a fleeting thing if we’re going to risk that. I don’t want that to happen to you.”

Slowly approaching her, Judas locked his gaze with hers, “I’m not a fleeting thing kind of man.” He stood against her, pressing their bodies into one another, and continued, “I have learned to be very patient in this life and if the current intensity is too much…” He paused to caress her soft cheek, “I’m more than happy to take things as slowly as you need. Until I can prove myself to you.”

Leaning her face into his hand, Eliza knew that slow was not what she was aiming for. Not slow, just certain. She exhaled a shaky breath, “I’m comfortable with our intensityas long as I have your word that I’m not just one of many. I’m not a casual fling kind of woman.”

He smiled down at her, “I adore that about you. Your body is sinfully enticing to me, but your mind is what has me on my knees before you begging for a chance to be the kind of man you want in your life.”

Eliza smiled back, appreciation sparkling in her eyes, “Let the intensity continue.”

Judas leaned toward her and laid his lips gently against hers. The kiss was unlike anything they had shared. It was tender. It was full of promise and potential. It was more erotic than a full night between the sheets.

When he pulled away, Eliza took his hand and led him to the couch. She gestured for him to sit before straddling his lap. His hands slid up her bare thighs and he felt goosebumps spread across her skin. She stared down at him as she untied her silk robe. Letting it slide down her shoulders, she could feel his eyes on her skin. He trailed his fingers across her collarbone then let one finger glide down to her cleavage. She bit her lip, sliding the thin straps down her shoulders.

Judas pulled her toward him and planted kisses against her neck. Eliza moaned out her acceptance and let her head fall back to give him access to her throat and chest. He took the invitation and let his mouth explore every inch of her sweet skin. She could feel his erection rubbing against her as she ground into him. He freed one breast with his gentle touch and took her nipple into his mouth, rolling it across his tongue, sending shivers down her spine.

Eliza gripped his long hair in her hand and pulled his head back to look at her.

He stared into her face for a long moment, “I'm yours as long as you’ll have me.”

His words made her come unglued and she pushed her mouth to his. Never breaking the kiss, Judas gripped her thighs and rolled her body beneath his on the couch. His mouth made a trail down her form until he reached her silk thong, he gripped it with his teeth and pulled at the delicate fabric until it strained against her skin. She moaned and raised her hips toward him, arching her back and begging for more. Judas smiled up at her and began to work the silk down her body as his nails scraped delightfully against her skin.

Every sensation sent her mind further into the fog of arousal. She was so deep in this place that she didn’t even notice the sound of the frantic knocks on her front door until Judas stopped what he was doing and leaned away from her.

“Eliza, the door? Do you need to answer it?”

Eliza sat up on her elbows finally registering the sound and returning to reality. She’d never wanted to do something less than she wanted to climb out from beneath this man, but she thought of her elderly neighbor whom she’d promised to help if she ever needed it and groaned.

“Yes,” she said against her own will, “I probably should. Stay here and I’ll be right back.”

“Oh, I will be right here waiting to pick up where we left off.”

His grin was devilish and she wanted to leave his side even less. Against better judgment, Eliza stood, straightened her robe, quickly combed her fingers through her hair, and tried to appear as if she wasn’t just about to have an orgasm eaten out of her body.

Pulling the door open, Eliza’s pleasant smile slid completely off her face, “Uh, oh my God. Dad! What are you doing here?”

Paul didn’t wait for an invitation and pushed past Eliza into the apartment, but stopped in his tracks seeing Judas sitting onthe couch. He stared at his bodyguard then turned to stare at his daughter before turning back to Judas.

With a scowl overtaking his face, Paul spit out, “Boy, what are you doing here?”

Judas was tempted to tell the selfish old bigot the truth, that he was about to do things to his daughter that would make the finest sex worker blush. But instead stared past Paul to the look of horror on Eliza’s face and couldn't bear what that might do to her.

He stood, bowed in greeting to this awful human, and lied, “Miss Eliza was having car trouble, sir. A flat tire. I helped her by replacing it and she invited me in to clean up.” His eyes met Eliza’s and her gratitude shone back at him, “She is a very kind woman, sir.”

Paul turned his gaze to his daughter now, glancing up and down at her scantily clad body, “Dressed a little like the whore of Babylon to be going for a drive, aren’t you?”

Eliza blinked at the absurdity of everything that came out of her father’s mouth, “I got dirty helping with the tire. I cleaned up and threw on what I intended to sleep in. Didn’t want to dirty up more clothes for no reason, but thanks for the flattering description, Dad.”

Paul still seemed dubious at first, looking back and forth between the two, but could not wrap his mind around his daughter doing anything scandalous with the help and relented, “Well, thank you, Jude. I appreciate you being there for my Betsy.”

Judas walked to meet the man’s extended hand. The men shook and Paul handed Judas a twenty dollar bill from his pocket with a wink.

Eliza rolled her eyes and moved to stand before Paul, “Why are you here, Dad?”

Paul walked to the kitchen and began pouring himself a drink, “I had some ideas about more positive exposure as you called it and needed to get my ideas out there while they're still fresh in my head.”

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