Chapter 251 You Are Very Sweet
One of Judson's large hands gently kneaded Eula's chest, while the other slipped under the hem of her shirt. The smooth skin melted under his fingers, and Judson's breathing grew more rapid and heavy.
At that moment, the door was suddenly pushed open.
"Mr. Nash..." Myles called out as he entered, then froze, quickly retreating and closing the door behind him.
Eula was awakened by the sudden sound. She moved her hands that were wrapped around his neck and then pushed him away.
He was pushed back a little, but then he kissed her heavily again.
Eula felt like she was about to drown, and Judson's large hand was domineeringly mapping her form, making her increasingly uncomfortable.
It seemed... it seemed like she was wet down there.
She was both ashamed and anxious, using force to push him away.
"Mr. Nash, calm down." After pushing him away, she felt a chill on her chest. She looked down and screamed in fright.
She quickly turned around. 'When did this happen? My shirt has been unbuttoned, and even my bra has been pushed up,' she wondered.
So just now, her breast was completely exposed to him.
She was mortified, utterly mortified.
Judson touched his lip, which she had bitten, and there was a trace of fresh blood on his fingers.
He squinted his eyes slightly; Eula had looked so enticing just now.
However, the sensation between his fingers was real, and he didn't feel he had lost out.
After Eula had composed herself, she turned around, her lips slightly swollen.
Her face was as red as an apple, and she glanced at the flowers in the trash can, wanting to pick them up but not daring to.
If she picked them up again, who knew how Judson would tease her?
Blushing, Eula returned to her seat, covering her face with her hands.
The scene just now replayed in her mind, and her panties were soaked through.
'How embarrassing. If Judson finds out, he will definitely think I want him,' she thought to herself.
She had never felt this way before. What was happening to her lately?
Was it because she was getting older and had desire?
Eula couldn't work with devotion anymore; she just covered her face and muttered to herself.
Judson went into the break room and didn't come out for a while. Eula was relieved that he had the sense to know they couldn't face each other right now.
About ten minutes later, Winnien came in and placed a bag on Judson's desk. "Mr. Nash, it's for you."
"Okay, You can go now," Judson told her.
Winnien nodded slightly and walked towards the door, glancing at Eula instinctively.
Eula quickly removed her hands and smiled at her. "Hi, Winnien."
"Ms. Lowe, your face is a bit red. Are you running a fever?" Winnien asked.
Eula shook her head. "No, I probably just slept on my face and it turned red."
As she said this, she was extremely flustered.
Winnien didn't stay long and left the office.
Eula breathed a sigh of relief. 'Thankfully, there is no one else around, or I will have been utterly mortified,' she wondered
Judson placed the bag on her desk, his eyes dark and unfathomable, looking at her with a deep, intense gaze. "Go change. Being that wet must be uncomfortable, right?"
Hearing this, Eula wanted to find a hole to crawl into.
Her face turned even redder as she glared at Judson. She bit her lip, and after about a minute, she finally responded.
"Change what? Where am I wet?" Eula was still being stubborn, refusing to admit it.
Judson gave a wicked smile. "I felt it just now."
Then he held up his right hand, showing his index and middle fingers to her, and brought them to his nose to sniff.
Eula, never been intimate with a man before, couldn't withstand such teasing from him.
She suddenly stood up, grabbed the bag, and ran to the break room, wanting to escape from him. Judson was being very naughty.
Judson chuckled lowly. "Sweet, the taste here is sweet too."
