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I push all the thoughts about the future away and let Benedict have his way with me. He removes his hands from under my blouse as he makes quick work of his zipper, pulling his pants and boxers down in one rapid movement. He fists his dick in his hand, and then he lifts me onto the counter. “Spread those fucking legs for me.”

I do as he asks, and he pushes my skirt up, positioning himself between my legs. I lean back, letting my ass scoot closer to the edge of the counter so he can get better access.

He positions himself right at my entrance, and in one single thrust he’s all the way inside me, his body stalling for a moment. “Fuck, you feel so damn good. The way your pussy grips me is like magic.”

I gaze into his crystal-blue eyes, and he presses his forehead against mine as he picks up speed.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he whispers across my lips, our bodies moving in tandem, finding a rhythm that has me barreling toward my orgasm.

He keeps pumping inside me, his dick hitting just the right spot. I wrap my arms around his shoulders, keeping him close. My legs wrap around his back as he keeps fucking me. It’s a quick fuck, but I love it.

I love being able to do this with him. My imagination runs away with the fantasy, and I picture him coming home from a latenight of work. Or maybe we’re getting ready to go out for a night on the town, and just like tonight, he can’t wait to bury himself inside me. I imagine us at a club, heading to the bathroom because we can’t keep our hands off each other.

Seriously, it’s how I feel every time I’m around him.

I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get enough of him.

His hands stay planted on my ass, squeezing, tugging me closer toward him as he keeps thrusting his dick deeper inside me.

Over and over. Deeper and deeper.

I don’t ever want it to stop.

“I’m so close,” I grit out.

His forehead is still against mine as our mouths are inches apart, breathing the same air. “Come all over me,” he whispers before claiming my lips with his.

Our kiss is fervent, a clash of need and desire that consumes us both. His lips crash against mine, hot and demanding, as if we’ve been starving for this moment. My hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, and he responds by gripping my waist, pulling me flush against his body as his dick pounds inside me.

I can feel the heat radiating from him, the tension in his muscles as he holds me, like he’s afraid to let go. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, deepening the kiss, and a low, throaty moan escapes me. The taste of him—warm, intoxicating—is addictive, and I can’t get enough.

Every stroke of his tongue against mine sends sparks of electricity through my body, igniting a fire that’s been simmering for too long. His hands roam over my back, onesliding down to cup my ass, pulling me even tighter against him. The intensity between us grows, the kiss turning wild and heated, full of pent-up passion that we’ve been holding back.

I’m breathless, my heart pounding as our kiss becomes more frenzied. His teeth graze my lower lip, sending a shiver down my spine, and I gasp into his mouth, only for him to kiss me even harder.

He leans over me, his dick plunged inside me to the hilt. He kisses me hard. Rough. His tongue explores as his hands grip me tighter as he deepens the kiss. It’s all-consuming.

My orgasm crashes into me, blinding me for a split second as it all comes to a mighty explosion. My heart hammers inside my chest, desperate to break free, as my body pulses and thrums. I’ve never been more turned on in my life. I’m needy for this man, and I realize he could do anything he ever wanted to me, and I’d come back, begging for more.

It’s clear to me that I’ve gone and fallen for a priest, and I don’t know what to do about that.

Chapter 31

Benedict

Eva has her son this weekend, which has given me the perfect window of opportunity to follow Christopher. Something in my gut tells me the man’s up to no good, but now I need hard evidence to back it up. This is beyond intuition—it’s a game of cat and mouse, and I can’t afford to make a wrong move. I dress in plain clothes, opting for black pants and a simple black button-down that blend into the crowd. No need to stand out.

As a backup, I’ve tucked my priest collar into my pocket. If Christopher spots me, I can easily play it off, pretend I’m out running errands, doing the Lord’s work. The irony isn’t lost on me.

Vin knows I’m tailing Christopher today. He’s got eyes on the situation too, and he’s assured me the team is ready, standing by in case things go sideways. I don’t doubt him, but it doesn’t ease the tension crawling up my spine. Every step I take feels heavy,calculated, as I blend into the streets, following the man who’s caused so much destruction in Eva’s life. Today, I’m hoping to catch him in the act.

Christopher’s car pulls out of his driveway, and I follow at a safe distance, my heart racing but my focus steady.

It’s a Friday afternoon, and for the first few hours, Christopher does nothing but menial errands—dry cleaning, a stop at the bank, grabbing coffee like it’s just another routine day. He pulls into his office building eventually, and I keep driving, circling the block. Patience is key here. I can’t risk parking too close and drawing attention. If he’s as paranoid as I suspect, he’ll spot a tail immediately. I find a spot a few blocks away, close enough to see him when he leaves but far enough not to stand out.

Time drags on, each minute ticking by slower than the last. My muscles tense from sitting in the car for hours, the fading afternoon light turning into the dull, gray glow of early evening. It’s nearly eight when his sleek black Mercedes finally pulls out of the parking garage. I sit up, my heart rate spiking. I follow, keeping a good distance, my headlights dim. He’s not alone. A brunette sits beside him in the passenger seat, and it’s definitely not his wife.

I’ve seen pictures of Jessica Matthews before, and this woman is a complete stranger. Christopher swerves into traffic, weaving through cars with the ease of someone who’s done this before. I follow carefully, my grip tightening on the wheel as I stay just far enough behind.

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