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Her back arched as I slid a finger into her wetness. She was so slippery and soft I wanted to stay there licking her pussy forever.

“Oh God,” she called out.

As her voice echoed through the church, she ran her fingers through my hair. I moved my tongue faster as her hips bucked.

“Charlie,” she whispered. “I need you inside me.”

I stood and she reached for my pants. I slipped another finger into her as she released my cock. As she leaned up, she took my manhood into her mouth.

“Fuck, your sweet mouth feels so good,” I said. “But not as good as your pussy.”

She looked up at me and smiled.

“I want you to kneel for me,” I said with a grin.

I sat down and wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her to me. As our lips met, I parted her mouth with my tongue as she fumbled with my hidden shirt buttons. I found the open seam and pulled it apart, opening my shirt.

As her hand slid over my chest, she positioned her knees on either side of me. With the tip of my dick, I teased her wetness until I thrusted into her. Her body quivered.

I cupped her ass and guided her hips with my thrusting. As I looked at her our eyes met and I felt that mix of lust and emotion that I had only felt for her.

I moved my hand into her hair and pulled her closer for a kiss. Her soft lips and warm tongue combined with how tight she felt around me were enough to send me over the edge, but I waited.

Shifting down in the seat, I leaned back so I could rub her clit as she rode my cock. Her body shook and vibrated before she let out a gasp. As her orgasm took over, I came into her.

She stayed on top of me, her head on my shoulder. Without a word she moved onto the seat next to me and picked up her panties. As she went to put them on I stopped her.

“Those are mine now,” I said as I plucked them from her hand.

“What are you going to do with them?”

“Hold them for ransom,” I said with a grin.

“I have a feeling I’ll have them back really soon,” she said.

“Let’s just say you should wear skirts more often.”

* * *

The more time I spent with Ava, the more I wanted her. It wasn’t just sexual, sometimes it was just having that intimacy and connection with her that I wasn’t supposed to have as a priest.

Still, I was torn. Until I met her I thought my days of temptation were over. While I couldn't deny how I felt about her, part of me wondered if Ava was just a test of my faith. I was a priest and I would always be a priest. No matter how much I tried to pretend I wasn’t one.

As much as I wanted to continue my dual life of man and priest, I knew I couldn’t. I needed to make a decision. I had to choose between my calling and the woman who had my heart.

CHAPTER TEN

Ava

Three weeks had passed since the day at the clinic that changed everything between Charlie and I. During the day he went to the church or we helped Ramon. At night we had dinner together and slept in each other’s arms.

I was cleaning up after the last of the patients had left, when Charlie entered the clinic. His face was somber and he wouldn’t meet my eyes. My heart sank. He didn’t need to say anything, I expected this day would come.

“Dinner at seven in my room tonight,” he said.

“Okay,” I said, but he was already headed out the door.

I went to my room and pulled out the only skirt I brought with me. I was torn between wearing it again or just going over in my jeans. I couldn’t help but think that it was our last night together and I thought I should look nice. I chose the skirt.