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“Great! I think we should tell the volunteers to be here at seven that morning. What do you think?” he questions, settling himself on the chair opposite my desk. My hand flies under the wooden top to grip Sage’s hair, holding her still. But the naughty little lamb doesn’t obey me. She continues her torture of sliding me into her throat.
“I can. We can. I think I need to . . .”
“You okay, Father?”
I nod before answering. “Yes.” Leaning back in my chair, I try to appear nonchalant, but I meet Sage’s teary gaze between my thighs. Her pink lips wrapped around the base of my dick has my release skittering down my spine and filling her mouth with jet after jet of hot semen.
“Great, I’ll let you get on with it.” He smiles, reaching out a hand to me, which I have to accept. He offers me one last grin before leaving me to punish my little lamb for being a very bad, dirty girl.
Once the door clicks shut, I’m up on my feet. She’s tucked me back into my slacks, thankfully, but I’m angry. I used to take chances before I joined the church. I used to do a lot of shit before I became a man of the cloth. Things like what Sage just did wouldn’t bother me, but I’m meant to be a new man. A better man. I reach for her arm, tugging her up from under the desk.
“What the fuck is wrong with you? What if we were caught?” I grunt in her face, causing her to flinch. It’s the innocence in her expression that stills me for a moment.
“I thought you liked the danger?” she questions easily. And I realize she’s right. I do. I fucking do. Every nerve in my body is alight with a spark I haven’t felt in a long time. That need to do things everyone deems as wrong. Memories flit through my mind of fucking a woman in public, the excitement of getting caught, having my dick sucked while she’s on the phone to her husband, sniffing cocaine from a woman’s cunt. Everything. I did it all.
“I do, but this . . .” I meet her beautiful gaze, the one that seems to look right through me. The one that somehow makes me a man and not a priest. It frees me from the shackles I’ve chosen for myself. I know if I spend more time around this girl, my whole world will come undone. It will unravel like a thread, inch by inch. And I’ll be left in the disaster I myself have caused. “I can’t do this, Sage. It’s wrong.”
“What? You can’t just shove me out of your life. Why do you deny what you feel for me?” she continues. Asking me things I don’t want to answer. She needs to leave. I can’t be around her without losing my focus. My mind should be on the church, on my job, but it’s not. Since I first saw her, since I touched her. It’s always been her.
“Sage, you need to find someone who can give you a life. Give you love,” I tell her, not meeting her gaze. I know if I look at her, I’ll crumble. All my restraint will tumble to the ground, and I’ll do the one thing that will inadvertently shatter my world.
I’ll fuck her.
Sage
He doesn’t turn to me. He doesn’t afford me the honesty by looking into my eyes and telling me to leave. Anger bubbles through me. I don’t want to leave. I don’t want anyone else. I want him.
“Are you ever going to look at me?” I taunt. Taking a step closer, I feel the shudder running through him as my hand settles on his shoulder. His restraint is slipping. I can tell from the way his head shakes, his eyes trained on the floor, and his shoulders tighten with stress. I’m causing this. Sadness fills me then. It grips my heart, and tears spring to my eyes.
“Sage.” My name is a tortured whisper on his lips.
“I’ll go. But remember one thing, Reid; you’re still a man. It doesn’t matter what uniform you wear. And it doesn’t matter what promises you’ve made. Underneath it all is still a man.” My hand slips from his shoulder, and I leave him. Heading for the door, I blink, and a tear falls from my eye. Just one. We’re not breaking up—we weren’t dating—but I feel the ache in my chest just the same.
His taste is still in my mouth. I revel in it, knowing it will never happen again. I know it can’t. I’ve already done something so forbidden. My hand is on the doorknob when suddenly I’m pressed against the door. His hand comes out, flicking the key, locking us in the office.
