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The whole fucking night.
How is it possible that my body is so light and unburdened? I’m technically deceiving all the people in the room. They’d never think that the pastor who just spoke about Paul’s sexual ethic would turn around and fuck his young PA in his cabin afterward.
It’s like I’ve been living in a dreamworld these past twelve hours.
I don’t want to leave it.
As I descend the steps of the stage, my gaze immediately finds Mariana. She’s sitting in the front row, tapping away on her laptop, taking the last notes for the day. The soft glow from the screen illuminates her face. Her dress has slipped off one shoulder and one thought comes to mind.
Mine.
This perfect woman is all mine.
As I approach her, she looks up from her laptop. “Hey, Pastor.” There’s that saucy lilt to her voice that used to drive me insane.
Before she was mine.
“You’ve been sitting for a long time.” A deep, satisfied possessiveness wraps around me like a blanket. I lean forward and whisper in her ear. “Are you sore?”
“I am, actually.” Her eyes narrow. “My butt’s sore from all the…sitting.”
A deep laughter is pulled out of my chest.
She narrows her eyes, mouthing, “Kinky bastard.”
I’m not even worried that someone around us might be watching closely enough to pick up what’s going on.
I care for nothing but her.
* * *
How will I ever give this up?
She swivels her hips, grinding into my cock as she rides me. I grip her hips tightly, thrusting upward to get more of her.
Fuck, I need more.
I could have her for eternity and never be satisfied.
“Kiss me,” I command, and she smiles dreamily before leaning forward.
As our lips touch, her body melts into mine. She runs her hands along my back, exploring my skin. When I pull her closer, her chest moves rapidly against mine. “Are you tired, love?” I ask.
“No,” she pants.
I smile. “Liar.”
She laughs breathily. “I’m tired, but I don’t want to stop.”
That frantic, fevered tone… I recognize it immediately, because it’s how I feel, too. We only have a few hours before the sun comes up.
It will all be over soon, and I want to weep at the unfairness of it. Why God? Why did you allow this to happen? It’s misery to experience bliss like this, only to be forced to give it all up.
I need to extend it as long as I can.
I move my hands down to her hips, and in one swift motion, I flip her beneath me. I reach for her wrists and pin them above her head. “I’ll do all the work from now on.”
She smiles sweetly, and my heart swells. Oh fuck, this feels like love.
