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She shrugged and strolled into the kitchen. “If you keep exchanging fuck-me eyes with him, you’ll see.”
My heart was in my throat. She’d noticed the way Logan stared at me over dinner. Heat climbed up the back of my neck, thinking she noticed everything.
“Louise, wait, have youdonesomething with him?”
She flipped on the lights, momentarily blinding me, and grabbed for an apron.
“I’m not going to give you gossip so you can spread rumors about me to the other girls. You think I don’t know what they already say about me being looney? It’s because they found out what I did to my dad’s bakery, and apparently, my accident sent me crazy. Anyway, you can go now,” she demanded. “You’ve already put me in a bad mood.”
“Okay, I’ll leave you, but seriously, your cupcakes were divine.”
As I strolled out of the kitchen, munching on the rest of the stolen cupcake, her admittance echoed in my head, adding to the mystery that was the Fathers and the institute.
On my way back to my room, I washed down the cupcake with the water from my bottle as I wandered through the dark halls. Lost in thought, I barely noticed that I must have gotten off track. It wasn’t until the low hum of a running shower reached me that I halted in confusion. Who was having a shower at four in the morning? But that could also mean I was close to the showers and approaching my bedroom.
Flicking a glance around me, I tried to listen for which direction exactly the shower came from, considering I had three hallways around me going out in different directions and a doorway that I assumed led to the backyard. With everything being dark and only the dim moonlight streaming in through the windows as my guide, I plunged headlong into the unknown to where the sound came from.
I was making a mental note-to-self list, adding a flashlight to the items I had to collect from the closet of goodies, along with a bathroom robe for night-time wanderings through the Institute.
Pushing open the door of the bathroom, I blinked rapidly as my eyes adjusted to the lights. Every single one of my thoughts came to a screeching halt as my attention landed on the open shower cubicle directly across the bathroom from me. Father Logan, the priest who could easily pass for an underwear model, stood in the shower, completely naked, as he hummed to himself.
Apparently, I had found a second bathroom. This was not the one the girls used. I cursed myself internally, betting I’d somehow found myself back in the forbidden teacher’s section. Heart in my throat, blood rushing in my ears, and fire burning between my thighs, I froze in the doorway, my mouth dropped open and cheeks flaming.
Logan was washing the shampoo out of his hair under the spray of water, and his body… I salivated at how perfectly sculptured he was. Water and suds slid down his body, and when he shifted around to get the back of his head, he gave me a full-frontal view.
Holy hell… what was hanging between his thighs. That couldn’t be…? I lost my mind.
I was terrified to think how big it got when at full mast. Lucky for me, he had his eyes closed, but at least I had enough sense to slide behind the doorway and only peeked out because I was desperate like that.
Was I really watching this?
A shower with the most gorgeous man, naked and running suds over his tempting body.
I should be running in the opposite direction back to my room, yet instead, my feet are glued to the tiled floor, enjoying a filthy fantasy.
I’d had two boyfriends, both I’d slept with, and they weren’t experienced either. So, there was a lot of fumbling and giggling and awkwardness. But staring at Father Logan, standing at his side from my view, a tingle of excitement jolted through me. He definitely had the look of someone who needed to take control and exert dominance.
My heart thundered harder at the thought of those large arms on my body, and I bit down on my lip at the sheer size of his heavy cock. I bit even harder to stifle a moan lingering in my throat. Every inch of me was buzzing, and my panties were drenched. So, when this gorgeous man slipped a hand down the front of his chest, across his eight-pack abs, and stroked himself, I almost choked on my breath.
There was something scorching hot to see a man touching himself in such a way, knowing how to handle such a big weapon. I was so turned on by the image, my pulse thumped faster through my veins.
Clinging to the doorway, I had my gaze locked on the way he wrapped his hand around that huge elephant trunk, palming it. Water droplets glistened on his skin, and the view was mesmerizing. I locked the image to my mind, my nipples grazing against the fabric of my pajama tee, imagining myself riding him.
Fuck. Fuck.
I had to get out of here because, firstly, I was spying on a priest; secondly, he was jerking off; and thirdly, I hated myself for wishing I was in there with him.
It felt intrusive, wrong on so many levels to stand there, ogling him, yet I was unable to tear my gaze away. I was savagely aroused, and nothing I said to myself made me leave the bathroom. I kept squeezing my thighs together, heightening the growing sensation. Just seeing him touching himself had me shaking with arousal.
He jerked his hand back and forth, harder and faster, as water rushed over his body. He had his eyes open, but he was staring at the ceiling, grunting too loudly to notice he had a small audience of one.
God, I really wasn’t a horrible person, but I couldn’t stop watching the superb way he gripped that thick shaft of flesh, how expertly he worked it. Muscles flexed, and in a heartbeat, he shuddered and growled as an explosion of cum spurted out in long streams. I flinched at the force of his explosion. His escalating groans pulsed through me like a heartbeat across the heat between my thighs.
Sweet Mary, this wasn’t fair.
It kept going and going as though he had an endless supply. A tremor passed through me that he’d finally spot me. While he was distracted, I started backing away, my gaze wide, my underwear soaked… just as he grumbled.
“Oh yes, that’s it, Kitty Cat.”
