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A weight engulfs my body, and I feel like I’m sinking into the bed. The pity in his voice is unmistakable.
I’m so stupid.
Of course he wasn’t serious.
“I never should have done this,” he says.
My throat is choked, but I manage to huff. “You. Always you. I have no agency in this.”
“Of course you have agency, but you haven’t done anything wrong. I’m the one who sinned here.”
“Because I’m yourintern.” I spit out the word.
“It might not mean anything to you, but it does to me. You’re part of my flock.”
I hum. “It sounds kinky.”
“Mariana Hernandez.”
My tummy does a little flip at his stern tone. Before I get the chance to say something cheeky, he leans forward and kisses my mouth. “Let’s not talk about it anymore. For right now, I’m happy.”
“Even though you’re sinning?”
He lets out a long breath. “Yes, though I hate to say it.”
“Are you implying that you want to go a few more rounds since you’ve already sinned?”
He smiles, stroking the hair around my face. “Cheeky girl. I don’twantto be a sinner, but…” He swallows. “I don’t know how I could possibly get through the weekend without doing this again. Telling myself I could would be setting us both up for failure.”
I lean forward and kiss his cheek. “I agree.”
He lets out a long sigh. “Let’s just have this weekend.”
“I like that.” I trail my mouth from his cheek to his jaw. “Let’s live like there’s no tomorrow, Pastor.”
* * *
Brandon sets the phone on the receiver. “I just spoke to the staff, and they’ll have a room for you by three p.m.”
I step out of the bathroom, running a hand through my freshly curled hair. “And what… What should we say? If the other pastors find out my room flooded?”
“We’re not going to lie to anyone.” His voice is stern. “We’ll tell them you had to sleep in here because your room flooded, but we also don’t need to tell them any more than they need to know. It’s none of their business.”
I smile. What a contrast he is right now to moments ago when we lay in his bed and he stroked my hair and kissed me softly. At one point, I woke up to the deep rumble of his laughter, and when I asked him what he was laughing about, he said I was talking in my sleep. There was so much affection in his voice.
Now, he’s all business. My boss. My stern daddy.
It makes me want to be naughty.
He walks toward me and pins me with a glare. “I don’t like that look you’re giving me, Ms. Hernandez.”
I cock a brow. “What look?”
“Like you want to be spanked.”
Electricity shoots into my groin. “Maybe I do.”
His playful expression vanishes. “I was too rough with you last night.”
