Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
“That depends on the scenario,” I tell her, forgetting that I’m still a priest. “I bet you’d like me telling you what to do.”
“I think so too. What’s the first thing you’d like me to do for you, Father?”
My mind silently answers her question. Wrap your lips around my cock and suck until I spill my seed down your throat.
I have to take a deep breath to stop my intrusive thoughts from taking over. The chair slides back as I push myself out of the seat. My eyes scan the room, knowing that I probably need to leave. I can’t walk away from Harper, though, stopping just in front of the open door.
Harper follows me. But when I think she’s about to walk out, she closes the door instead. It’s definitely the first thing I want her to do. Harper puts her back against the door, her hands behind her on the knob, locking it.
My hands press against the door and wall beside her, caging her between my arms. My teeth graze my bottom lip, narrowing my gaze to lock eyes with her. “What do you think you’re doing, little girl?”
Without warning, Harper pushes onto her tiptoes and smashes her mouth against mine. My eyes are wide, but I don’t want her to stop. I relax a bit and enjoy the moment, letting my mouth move over hers before my tongue gets greedy. It pushes between her lips where I taste the sweetness of her mouth.
A groan seeps from my throat as my hands drop down to grip her by the waist, pulling her close to me. The sound of someone else coming toward the office forces me to stop the kiss and take a step back.
“I’m sorry, Harper. Forgive me,” I tell her.
She touches her lips, and the redness of her skin fades as she speaks quietly. “No, don’t be sorry. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have forced myself on you. I should get going. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. Your apology is accepted, and please forgive me for allowing my impulses to let this go too far. It won’t happen again.”
“What if I want it to?” Her innocence does something primitive to me. I want her all to myself, to grab on and never let go. However, I need to stop this before it goes any further.
I take a few more deep breaths and move away from her. “Don’t waste your kisses on me. Maybe you should look into, uh, kissing someone else.”
I hate the idea of her being with anyone else, but what am I supposed to do? Should I break my vows to be with her? I will if she wants me to.
“Isn’t that a sin?” she asks.
“Kissing isn’t specifically a sin. However, because it can lead to more intimate things, it’s up to the couple to decide if kissing should be off-limits.”
Baseball.
Mary Magdalene.
The book of Psalms.
I need anything to distract myself from doing what I know is wrong but will feel more than right.
“What if we agree to kiss only?” she asks from the door.
“We?” My vows may not allow me to have a girlfriend or casual sex. There’s nothing against kissing, but I won’t be able to stop myself from wanting it all from Harper. I know it will never be casual for me with her, but if this is just a crush or an itch she wants to scratch, that’s not going to work for me. When we cross that line, she needs to be mine forever.
“Yeah, you and me, doing more of what just happened. You’re the only person I’ve ever kissed and the only person I want to—”
I cut her off. “What do you mean I’m the only person you’ve ever kissed?”
“I mean, you’re the first and only man I’ve ever kissed. I’ve never been intimate with anyone, nothing outside of that perfect kiss.” She lets out a breath, weighted with lust and yearning.
If this is a test from God, I am going to fail. How on earth is someone like Harper Haven untouched? And mine.
It feels like my brain is short-circuiting as I speak. “Okay. That’s okay. It’s alright, Harper. We don’t have to kiss—”
This time, she interrupts me. There's a hint of worry in her gaze. “Did you like it?”
“Yes, I can’t remember the last time I’ve kissed or touched anyone. I’ve been a priest for over a decade, and there is a celibacy vow we take.”
She raises an eyebrow with a curious grin, pushing away from the door to get closer to me. The sound of my pulse beating like a drum against my ears makes me wonder what she’s about to do. I hope she tries to take another kiss.
“So celibacy just means you’re not getting married, right? What about abstinence?” She licks her lips. The way her eyes take me in, head-to-toe, tells me she wants me to break my vows. For her, I don’t know how long I could hold out.