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“Right to the point. I can appreciate that,” he answers with a grin.
A full panty-melting grin I’ll be using to masturbate to later tonight. What? I do have needs, you know. I hope my vibrator can make it another time. I fear I may have worn it out the past few days with fantasies of Lachlan filling my head.
Little does he know that I can’t be in his presence without my nipples hardening and wetness gathering in my panties when he smiles at me. If he did, I don’t think I would be getting this grin. It would be very un-priestlike to appreciate a woman being turned on because of him.
I have become a fully-fledged, needy, sex-deprived woman because of Father Lachlan. I can admit that much, at least. My body is aching for his hands to roam it. The hands of a man. Someone who works hard.
I wonder how his hands became as calloused as they are since he is a priest. I don’t think priests do much manual labor, but then again, I guess I don’t fully know everything that goes into it. Gala planning sure doesn’t seem like it should fall under the job description, who knows what else does.
His jaw twitches and pulls me out of this haze I’ve fallen under. I almost forgot why I’m here.
Lachlan clears his throat and pulls at the collar around his neck. Can he sense my arousal? I certainly hope not.
I start shifting in my seat as I wonder if he can. I have to focus on the point of the meeting and not my very sinful thoughts that seem to star Lachlan.
Focus, Avery.
“If there is a particular sponsorship you would like me to do, I’d be happy to review that now. My husband and I are already a silver sponsor but could tack on something else.”
I have to spit out referring to Kevin as my husband.
Lachlan’s fingers are raised to his mouth, tented as he pensively takes in the mention of Kevin and my offer. He must have noticed how much I hated mentioning Kevin.
I can tell I’m starting to get flushed. This is going poorly; I have to get out of here. It’s like I haven’t been around a man I’ve wanted in ages and have no clue how to act. Dating anyone is going to go really well in the future if I keep this up.
I continue before he has the chance to say anything.
“Or if there is some other way I can be of service outside of a sponsorship, I would be open to that as well.”
Oh no. That came out poorly. Shit.
What. Is. Wrong. With. Me?
And why is he not doing the courteous thing and bailing me out of this awkward and one-sided conversation?
Dear God, I’m becoming Missy.
I’m getting hotter every moment I’m under his gaze as he lets the silence drag on. My skin is definitely beginning to flush a light pink, and suddenly, I wish I wasn’t wearing a bra. My breasts are feeling so restricted right now I just want to rip it all off to cool down.
Lingerie is one thing that I do for me, not for any man. It makes me feel desirable, knowing that what I’m wearing underneath my clothes would be considered shocking to someone else who saw it. No one would expect someone like me to care enough to have so many pretty, dainty lingerie sets at home.
I know there’s no way Kevin will be seeing any of them ever again, at least. Especially not since the whole sleeping-with-his-assistant-on-my-brand-new-rug situation. Nope, sorry, can’t let the rug part go.
I can’t even remember the last time we had sex. Was it four or five months ago? Clearly, I missed another red flag of his by assuming he was just busy in the office all those late nights.
Lachlan nods his head and begins to stand up.
His towering figure has me craning my neck to maintain eye contact. His broad shoulders are mouth-watering, and I love the assertive stance he takes.
I need to stop getting so lost in my thoughts around him.
He comes to the front of his desk and leans against it. His hands grip the edge of it tightly, making his arms flex at the motion. Allowing me a close-up look of his veins pulsing on display.
Even though I’m actively trying to curb my lust-filled thoughts of him, I’m still very grateful that his sleeves are rolled up, giving me the best arm porn I could have ever imagined.
Lachlan catches me staring at them. He exhales heavily. His head is hanging down momentarily, causing some loose pieces of his hair to fall over his forehead.
My nipples are now pointy tips that I can’t make go away. They’re clearly showing through the thin lace bra and summer dress I’m wearing. Next time, I’ll wear a sweater, even if it is a hundred degrees outside.
