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“Didn’t sleep well last night?” I already know the answer to this question.

After her first orgasm, she didn’t stop. She kept going. Pushing herself to see how many she could draw out before she couldn’t take any more. It was well past midnight when her fourth orgasm ripped through her, and she immediately fell asleep.

The act of her giving herself multiple orgasms made me jealous. I should have been in there with her. I should have been the one to pleasure her.

It should have been my fingers inside of her, causing her to become breathless as orgasms hit one after the other. I should have been the one pushing her over the edge, watching her lips part as she spirals from the euphoria.

I should have been in there, with her, feeling how wet she got every time she came.

It should have been me.

“I slept fine. Just didn’t fall asleep til late.” The exhaustion she feels makes her yawn. Images of me shoving my cock in her mouth, fucking her until tears spill from her eyes, flood my head.

Celine’s eyes fall, and I know she can see how hard I am by the way her cheeks start to blush. If only she knew what I was thinking. Her eyes turn away, and she clears her throat.

“Yeah…” she draws out the word, “I’m going to take a nap.”

“Do you need me to escort you?” Tell me no because if I walk you to your room, I’m afraid I won’t be able to hold back.

“No. I’ll be fine on my own.”

With one more subtle gaze at my slacks, she curves around me and rushes to her room. I don’t follow her, and I won’t. Standing outside her door in the middle of the night is one thing, but doing it during the day, when everyone is still awake, is too dangerous.

Instead, I take a deep breath and head back to my room. I’ll just have to imagine the way she sounds when I’m alone.

Chapter 21

Celine

Two days have passed since Father Alexander caught me talking on the phone with my friends. And since I witnessed the bulge in his pants. It was a nice image to get myself off to that night, but I’ve been thinking about what he could have possibly been thinking about that got him to that point.

Maybe my getting into trouble was a turn on for him. I’ve met many men with kinks like that, but I never would have expected a priest to be into it.

I also haven’t been able to stop thinking about how Father Alexander opened up about what he knew of Father Keaton’s activities behind closed doors. I knew that I wasn’t crazy for thinking something was going on between him and Joanna. I’m still dumbfounded that it is happening, given Father Keaton’s status here and the fact that he is a priest.

Thoughts had been clouding my mind throughout Sister Alice’s meeting with me. She wanted to check in to see how I’ve been doing during my time here in the convent, and even though I was answering her questions, I wasn’t fully invested in the conversation.

I wondered how Father Keaton and Joanna began having sex with each other. Joanna is a woman of God, and knowing she is engaged in such activity is mind-blowing. But then again, Joanna is full of surprises. She does have an attitude buried deep inside her.

Sister Alice had left ten minutes ago, and I’ve been sitting here in the office, staring out the open door. Sitting in the chair, I chew on my bottom lip as I roll my pointer finger over my thumb, wondering what I should do next.

Since it is Saturday, I planned on going to the library to continue cleaning for Sister Greta. There is still plenty to do in there, and sometimes it feels like I’ll never finish doing my duty in there.

After a few more minutes, I finally find the motivation to get up and leave the office used for visitations. When I step out into the hall, the silence is deafening. I look to my right, which heads toward the chapel, and am surprised when I don’t hear any voices. All the women must be doing their own things.

Knowing that I’m alone, the longing to step foot outside this convent is strong. Even just for a second, I would like to taste that freedom. I turn my head toward the lobby. The itch to break the rules intensifies. With no one around, it would be so easy to sneak out for a moment.

My feet move before my brain can process, and within seconds, I am standing at the front doors. There is a loud pounding in my chest that floats up to my ears, blocking out the silence around me. I wet my lips and reach my hand out to the handle. I’d only be out there for a second, and then I’ll turn around and come back in.

Having the plan set, my hand pushes down on the handle, but when it doesn’t budge, my brows furrow. I give it a good wiggle and realize that the door is locked. A laugh of disbelief leaves me at the fact that I’m quite literally trapped here.

“What are you doing?” The familiar voice causes my hand to drop from the handle.

I spin around, an innocent smile plastered on my face as I lock eyes with Father Alexander.

“Nothing.”

“Really?” His eyes move to the door behind me. “You weren’t just trying to leave?”