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“Good.” I slide back into her, savoring the warmth of her tongue as it glides against me each time I thrust my hips.

Her mouth pools with saliva, and it’s coating me. I watch where we are connected and love how every time I pull out of her, my cock glistens. It makes me eager to sink myself in her pussy to watch how it shines with her arousal. Movement causes my focus to shift, and I find her pressing her thighs together.

“You need relief, little sin?” She hums around me as I slow the movement of my hips. “Touch yourself.”

She desperately grabs at her dress, blindly tugging the fabric up her body and having to lift her hips to get it past her waist. When the material bunches up around her stomach, I groan with pride that she still isn’t wearing underwear. She is making it easy for me to take her whenever I want. One less barrier between us.

I extend my hand, pushing myself deeper down her throat as I run a finger slowly through her slit. The moan that sounds in her chest is deep, vibrating around me, and when I completely remove my hand from between her legs, she wastes no time replacing my finger.

I watch her rub her clit as I drive into her with a force I would use if I were fucking her. Although I am rough with my movements, she doesn’t falter. Her throat stays open for me, and she picks up the speed of her fingers. We are both chasing a high, and I think I’m about to reach mine.

“Fuckkk,” I curse through clenched teeth as I still inside her, spilling everything down her throat.

Her legs begin to shake, and then her body stiffens, her back slightly arching off the desk as she finds her release. My cock twitches against her tongue, and I carefully withdraw from her.

“Holy… shit…” she says between breaths.

I chuckle, making my way around the desk to help her sit up. I take in her appearance; tears streaming down her face, spit dripping from the corner of her mouth. She picks up the hem of her dress, wiping away the evidence of what I did to her.

“I’ve never done something like that before.” She laughs in disbelief.

I praise her while tucking a stray hair behind her ear. “You did so well.”

Her cheeks are already red from what took place, but they grow a shade darker at my words. “I’ll have to double disinfect Sister Greta’s desk now.”

“Probably a good idea.”

Celine swings her legs to the side to dangle them off the desk. “Was that a proper goodbye?”

Grinning, I step forward and cup her head in my hands. “It was perfect.”

She’s perfect.

Needing to taste her, I place my mouth on hers. She melts in my touch and parts her lips for me. I slide my tongue in once, tasting my release before dragging myself away from her because if we keep kissing, it’s going to lead to me buried between her thighs.

“I need to go pack.”

“Okay. I’m going to stay and clean her desk off.”

I back away. “I’ll see you when I get back.”

“See you.” A bashful smile grows on her face, causing me to bite my cheek to hold back the huge grin that wants to appear.

I turn to walk away, but can’t help myself and say, “Oh, and Celine.”

“Yes, Alex?”

“That was the only exception. If I find out you misbehave while I’m gone, you won’t be so lucky.” Her smile weakens, and I wink at her as I walk away and allow that smile to spread as I leave the library.

Once I step foot out into the hall, I’m counting down the minutes until I return to her.

Chapter 28

Father Alexander

It feels weird to be wearing regular clothing. The only time I dress in anything other than my work attire is at night while I’m sleeping. I still had some of my personal belongings tucked away in a box underneath my bed, and getting them out to pack for my visit with my mother made me feel… normal.

Not that I didn’t feel normal in what I wear in the convent, but being in casual attire made me realize I never felt like myself in clerical clothing. Now, wearing a pair of jeans and a NYU hoodie that I stole off a buddy years ago, I look more like me.