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.
She turns around, straddling my lap but not making contact with my groin. Her eyes fixate on me, and I have a hard time keeping my thoughts out of the gutter.
“Like this?” she asks again.
“Yeah,” I croak out. “Eva,” I whisper, gazing up into her soft blue eyes. “You’re stunning, and I’m sure these men will fall to their knees when you dance for them.”
She bites her lower lip. “Benedict,” she whispers, and I nearly explode at the sound of her needy voice.
If I wasn’t in this office right now, if she didn’t think I was a priest right now, I’d do things to this woman. Things that should be illegal. Things that would never make her question if she would ever want to give up sex ever again.
It’s clear in my mind that I want this woman. Badly.
She continues to grind her body against me, and my body grows hard.
And she fucking notices. Her eyes slam into mine.
“Oh no,” she whispers. “I should get going. I’m so sorry.” She stands, nearly knocking over my entire desk. “I’m sorry,” she utters out, making her way toward the door.
“Wait,” I say, but she doesn’t.
She rushes from my office, and I’m left wondering what the fuck just happened.
I feel like shit, and the guilt weighs heavily on my system. I shouldn’t be making Eva feel this way.
Not now. Not ever.
I grab my phone from my desk, swiping it on and bringing up Vin’s contact.
He answers on the first ring. “What’s up?”
“I need you to look into a Christopher Matthews for me.”
“What’s this all about?”
“Just a hunch for now.” When I mentioned Gregory Saunders name to Eva earlier, there was a moment of recognition behind her blue irises. If she does know him it would most likely be related to her ex-husband.
“Okay. I’ll get back to you when I’ve got any information,” Vin says, and I thank him before hanging up the phone.
Hopefully we can get to the bottom of everything and get this trafficking ring taken down once and for all.