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I knew this was where we should stop. I’d caused him to commit sins, and although I didn’t worry about my sins, he did his. If he watched me get off, that would just be another sin.

“Please.”

The urgency was what made me do it. I would do whatever he wanted if he asked me like that.

Cupping my breasts, I watched as he started to pant. His teeth clamped down on his bottom lip. I began to trace circles around my nipples. One of his hands went down to grab his crotch as he groaned.

“Pinch them.”

I did, and he let out another deep sound from his chest.

I squeezed them hard, needing to ease the ache, but it only made the heat between my legs rise. I needed to rub against something. I was so close. Right, wrong, what I was and wasn’t supposed to do in front of a priest—it all went out the window.

Letting go of my right breast, I pushed my hand down the front of my dress. Jude opened his mouth, but nothing came out as he froze. My fingers slid into my satin panties, and my knees buckled as a moan tore from me, much louder than the others. That was what I’d needed.

I heard Jude say something, but I was already spinning. Rocking against my hand as I pumped two fingers inside me, and my pleasure exploded. With my mouth open, my body jerking with each pulse, I watched Jude.

A strangled roar came from him, and I saw then that his hand was in the front of his slacks. He’d been jerking off, and I had missed it. I wanted to see his cock. That big, tanned hand wrapped around it.

Slipping my hand back out, I stood there, gulping in air as I slowly came back down. Jude dropped his head, closing his eyes. The slump of his shoulders didn’t bode well for me. That was regret. His body language wasn’t one of a man who had just gotten off, but one who wished he hadn’t and felt guilty about it.

I tugged my dress up, covering myself and zipping it back up. He still hadn’t lifted his head. If anything, he looked even more upset. I understood that he was a priest and what had justhappened went against his vows, but I was still standing here. His ignoring me to sulk or pray or whatever he was doing was rude. Only one man…no, only one boy had seen me like this. Crosby had been the only sexual experience I had until now.

I was a little vulnerable at the moment, and he wasn’t helping things. Clenching my teeth, I tried to calm my rising temper, but it was surging in fast. Like a train off its track, unable to stop.

“Maybe I should go,” I said, giving him the chance to say something. To stop me. Tell me no, to wait. That he wanted me here. Anything.

“Yeah”—he nodded—“I think you should.”

Anything but that.

I would have preferred he had just slapped me. It would have hurt less.

Sixteen

Jude

Ripping off my collar as I walked back into the rectory after evening Mass, I tossed it, letting out a roar as frustration pumped through me. I’d been on autopilot since standing under the cold water of the shower after Saylor slammed my door on her way out. To get through confessionals and Mass, I’d had to shut it down. Not think about it.

I stood in the center of the house. With my hands on my hips, breathing like I’d just run a race. My eyes swung over to where she had stood when she dropped the front of her dress and showed me the most perfect tits on the planet. Granted, I hadn’t seen many, and what I had seen was years ago and on television. But even I knew that hers were spectacular. The sounds she had made…I groaned, running a hand over my face as my cock swelled in my slacks. The sight of her orgasming was branded inside my head. It was going to be all I ever saw again when Iclosed my eyes.

Why had I allowed it? I was a priest. I’d made vows. People trusted me. They came to me for direction. I was meant to lead them spiritually. That was what I had chosen to do with my life.

Today, I had not only urged a woman on as she played with tits that I would have cut my left arm off to touch, said not one word to stop her when she slipped her hand between her legs and pleased herself, but I had also stuck my hand down my pants, grabbed my cock, and jerked it, then shot a load while watching her orgasm. The worst part was, I wouldn’t go back and change it. I should want that. I should.

But I didn’t.

Unbuttoning my shirt, I stripped it off and tossed it, then started toward the bedroom while I unbuttoned my pants. Stopping when my eyes landed on the end of the sofa. Saylor’s jacket was folded neatly. She’d left it, and I’d spent the afternoon in a cold shower, not realizing it was there.

Going over, I picked it up and held it to my nose. This—this was my crack. I inhaled again, feeling my cock twitch. Shoving down my pants and boxer briefs, I sat down on the sofa, holding the jacket to my nose. Smelling nothing but vanilla and cinnamon.

My free hand wrapped around my throbbing erection, and I tried not to do anything but hold it. But then I saw Saylor’s beautiful face, her mouth slightly open, color in her cheeks, eyes hooded, her tits rising and falling with her rapid breathing. I no longer held any control of my hand as it pumped my swollen cock.

I let my head fall back on the sofa, keeping my nose buried in her jacket while I imagined her naked, legs spread so I could see her pink-tipped fingernail sliding between her sensitive flesh. Wetness coating it. Her holding it up so I could see it. Taunting me with her smile.

“That’s it, Dimples. Play with that pretty pussy.”

She opened her mouth, cried my name.