Chapter 383 Judson is very bad
Eula's eyes suddenly opened, meeting his blood-red gaze. At this moment, the fire in his eyes grew even more intense. "Hurry up and say it, or I'll stop."
Eula wasn't feeling much better than he was. If he really stopped now, she would feel terrible.
So, her hands slid to his neck. "I want you."
"Who do you want?"Judson smiled mischievously.
At this point, Eula didn't care about saving face anymore. After all, she wasn't the only one feeling it; he couldn't be much better off either.
"I want you, Judson." Before she could finish her sentence, Judson took her fiercely.
An hour later, Judson held Eula in his arms, his long fingers caressing her small face. "Eula, one more time."
Eula quickly refused. "No, your body can't take it anymore."
She shouldn't have let it happen in the first place, but at that moment, she felt like she wasn't herself anymore.
And she was in so much discomfort, Judson couldn't have felt much better either.
Luckily, he was fine, and she was very happy!
Judson chuckled softly. "Alright, we have plenty of time."
'She is my now, marked with my scent, and she wouldn't be able to escape for the rest of her life.'Thinking of this, he held her even tighter. "Sleep now! It's late. Tomorrow, we'll take the kids to see my grandparents; they miss them."
Eula was actually very tired and sleepy.
This kind of thing was particularly exhausting. After a soft "mm," she fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning, Eula woke up naturally because her phone was off and the alarm didn't go off.
When she opened her eyes, she yawned. She was still very sleepy, very tired, and her legs were sore. No, every part of her was sore.
After a while, she sat up, brushed her long hair to one side, and looked around the room with her big, dreamy eyes.
It was then that she realized this wasn't her room; it was Judson's.
Thinking about last night, a smile crossed her lips. She seemed to feel differently about him, like, like they were closer.
She got out of bed barefoot, covering her breast with her hands, and ran into his walk-in closet. She stopped in front of a row of white shirts, her long fingers sliding over them, and randomly picked one to wear.
The clothes she wore last night were no longer wearable, so she had to wear his for now.
Fortunately, his shirt was large, and on her, it reached down to her thighs, making it suitable as a dress.
Eula went downstairs barefoot, wearing his white shirt.
He wasn't in the living room. Her big eyes darted around. 'Has he already gone to work?'
Just as she was about to turn back upstairs, she heard noises from the kitchen. She glanced over and walked towards the kitchen.
When she saw his tall figure at the counter, methodically making breakfast, Eula smiled and walked up to him, hugging his waist from behind. "Mr. Nash, are you making breakfast?"
Thinking back to when they first met, she had to make him breakfast and dinner every day. Back then, he was like a boss, and she was just a maid.
She never thought she would get to eat the breakfast he made. This sense of happiness felt a bit unreal.
Judson held her small hand, his voice deep and pleasant. "You're awake, hungry?"
Eula had woken up from hunger. After last night's sex, hunger was inevitable.
Judson placed the fried egg on a plate. "It's ready. Go wait at the dining table outside."
Eula rubbed against his back again. "Oh!"
She obediently turned around, and Judson suddenly turned, giving her a kiss on the cheek. "Eula, good morning!"
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