Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86841 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86841 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
All the while, I was going to live a lie. Because I couldn’t stop this. Not after I’d had Saylor. I might as well still be buried inside her because she owned me. I didn’t know how this would work, but it had to. If I lost her, I wasn’t sure my sanity would remain intact. The weight of my responsibility and vows to God and Delana’s memory felt like Mount Everest sat on my shoulders, pinning me down.
I tucked in my shirt, unable to take my eyes off Saylor as she pulled her dress back over her body. I bit back a groan once that view was taken from me. There wasn’t a piece of art in the Louvre that could compare to the sheer beauty of that woman naked.
She ran her fingers through her long platinum tresses, smoothing the tangles I’d caused from my need to bury my hands in it. She was her own brand of holy. When her cunt had taken my cock, I had been certain that she was the heaven I preached about.
Her sapphire eyes met mine, and she smiled, tossing her hair back behind her shoulder. There was something different shimmering in those depths.
Was this the connection that came when you shared your body with another? It was an intensity that spread inside me and should terrify me, but with her standing there, my own personal angel, I embraced it.
“What are you thinking?” she asked, a slight trace of fear in her eyes.
Ah, Dimples, even if I wanted to put a stop to this, I couldn’t.
“That I want to haul you off to some deserted island and keep you naked.”
Musical laughter filled the room, and my chest felt lighter. She had that power to make me forget for a moment the things I couldn’t change. Not even for her.
“But I have to get to a marriage counseling session,” I told her. “Trying to focus will be an issue. Seeing as I’m going to be thinking about my cum in your panties all day.”
She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, and I wanted to go take it into mine. Flick my tongue over it. But if I did, I’d never make it out of here.
“Can you get on birth control?” I asked.
“So, this isn’t a onetime thing? Moment of weakness? You aren’t going to walk out that door and remember you’re a priest and we just sinned.”
I shook my head. “If I thought you were my weakness before, well, you’re my undoing now,” I told her as I walked over to touch her cheek, shoulder, run the back of my hand down her bare arm. I loved her skin. “You are the most beautiful sin I’ve ever committed. Over and over again.”
Her lips parted, and it took every ounce of willpower I had not to claim that sweet taste again.
“I have to go,” I whispered.
She nodded, and I stepped back, then headed to the door. Unlocking it, I glanced back at her.
“Friday night, you’ll be in my bed. Cancel the rodeo.”
Twenty-Seven
Saylor
Jude:
Who helped you put those shelves together?
I read the text while towel-drying my hair.
Saylor:
Just because I’m female does not mean I can’t read directions and use a screwdriver.
Smiling, I picked up my brush, watching for Jude’s response. He’d had a financial meeting, two counseling sessions, two hospital visits, and a funeral today. I had sulked some when he texted me his schedule this morning, but made myself get over it. He had a job, and so did I. Putting the cabinets together had kept me distracted.
Jude:
Trust me, I am aware that you’re capable of anything you put your mind to. They were heavy. I thought you’d have needed help holding them up while getting the screws in.
Nope. I’m a badass.
Saylor:
It was easier than it looks.
I did have a small cut on my ankle from where one had slipped out of my hand and a bruise on my thigh. But I didn’t tell him that.
Jude:
I need to see you.
I set the brush down and picked up the phone to walk into my bedroom while smiling at his words. Yesterday morning felt like forever ago.
Saylor:
You’ve been a busy man.
And I am trying not to be clingy now that you fucked me.
Jude:
Tomorrow doesn’t look much better. While I’m in morning Mass, can you go to my office and wait on me?
I gripped the towel tighter, just over my boobs.
Saylor:
Yes.
I’d never been to his office. The idea of meeting him in there excited me.
Jude:
Lock the door. Don’t open it for anyone. I’ll have the key.
I licked my lips, wishing tomorrow morning weren’t so many hours away.
Saylor:
Yes, sir.
My phone rang, and his name lit up my screen.
“Hello, Father,” I said into the phone while smiling.
“I needed to hear your voice.” His tone made me shiver.
“And here I thought, it was the sir that had you calling.”