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I know the best course of action is for me to fold my arms in front of them, but I see his eyes peeking down to my chest area. It’s almost instinctual to arch my back slightly to grant him a better view.
My panties are wetter than I care to admit from being in this close proximity.
“Thank you, Avery. That’s very generous of you,” he finally replies.
It comes out as barely a whisper. I love the brogue in his voice when he speaks.
The energy simmering between us is palpable. It’s very wrong. I am still technically married. He is a priest. This is not what should be happening, but I can’t help myself trying to test the waters a bit more.
“How can I be of service, Father Lachlan?”
The innuendo is clear. I am staring up at him, waiting for him to tell me what he’s going to do with me. I know I’ll say yes to anything he wants. I suddenly don’t feel as messy as I did at the start.
I lean forward, giving him a much clearer view of my breasts.
Lachlan’s eyes are filled with lust as he tries not to stare at my cleavage. His hand reaches for my face, and he places his finger under my chin.
My breath hitches.
“Avery.”
It comes out sternly, almost as a caution that this can’t be happening. My mouth parts, and I can’t help but lick my bottom lip before biting it as I wait for more.
His intoxicating green eyes look right at my mouth as his jaw ticks like he’s battling this attraction just as much as I am.
I don’t know what I want to happen. Desire is coursing through me. I have never been this aroused simply by being someone’s focus.
I know I’m addicted to Father Lachlan O’Connell’s attention. But it’s wrong. Even though I know I’m getting separated soon, I can’t keep tempting a priest like this. I have to put a stop to this unbearable game of indecision we’re both playing.
He removes his finger from my chin and steps to the side of the desk. He makes the decision before I can.
Disappointment fills me almost immediately, followed by shame. I hang my head low for a few moments. It should have been me who stopped this, not the priest.
“Avery,” he whispers gently this time.
My eyes shoot up to his. I really don’t want to cry in his office. I’m not a crier, yet I just feel so gross and disappointed in my actions.
I should have known coming here was a bad idea. Not after days of masturbating to thoughts of him. I’m not myself yet. It’s only been days since I saw that video of Kevin and realized my whole life is going to change. Days since I met Lachlan too.
“I know.”
It’s the truth. He doesn’t even know that I’m getting separated soon. The fact of the matter is it’s an irrelevant point. I am tempting a priest. Someone who made a vow to God.
Shaking out of my own self-loathing, I stand and smooth out my dress before plastering on my signature shell of a smile. Shoulders back, stomach in, empty eyes, all present and accounted for.
“Father Lachlan, I’ll happily write a check to co-sponsor the entertainment for the gala. I believe that one is still pending a sponsor per the parish website. And if there is anything else I can help with as it gets closer, please contact me.”
I have to get out of here.
“Thank you, Mrs. Matheson. St. Peter’s appreciates your generosity.”
All formalities again, as it should be.
I nod before heading for his door. As I reach for the handle, I pause. Turning back to him slightly, I can see the same pain etched on Lachlan’s face as I was just experiencing.
He nods, and I slip away.
Chapter 7
