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I was in love—truly, completely in love—for the first time in my life.

Twenty-Six

Jude

I had vowed fealty to God.

The reasons why remained. Just like the reasons why I couldn’t take off my collar and walk away from this life I’d chosen. I’d made a decision as a young man that I wasn’t mature enough to make. But it’d set off a chain of events that locked me into this life regardless.

All the while, I was going to live a lie. Because I couldn’t stop this. Not after I’d had Saylor. I might as well still be buried inside her because she owned me. I didn’t know how this would work, but it had to. If I lost her, I wasn’t sure my sanity would remain intact. The weight of my responsibility and vows to God and Delana’s memory felt like Mount Everest sat on my shoulders, pinning me down.

I tucked in my shirt, unable to take my eyes off Saylor as she pulled her dress back over her body. I bit back a groan oncethat view was taken from me. There wasn’t a piece of art in the Louvre that could compare to the sheer beauty of that woman naked.

She ran her fingers through her long platinum tresses, smoothing the tangles I’d caused from my need to bury my hands in it. She was her own brand of holy. When her cunt had taken my cock, I had been certain that she was the heaven I preached about.

Her sapphire eyes met mine, and she smiled, tossing her hair back behind her shoulder. There was something different shimmering in those depths.

Was this the connection that came when you shared your body with another? It was an intensity that spread inside me and should terrify me, but with her standing there, my own personal angel, I embraced it.

“What are you thinking?” she asked, a slight trace of fear in her eyes.

Ah, Dimples, even if I wanted to put a stop to this, I couldn’t.

“That I want to haul you off to some deserted island and keep you naked.”

Musical laughter filled the room, and my chest felt lighter. She had that power to make me forget for a moment the things I couldn’t change. Not even for her.

“But I have to get to a marriage counseling session,” I told her. “Trying to focus will be an issue. Seeing as I’m going to be thinking about my cum in your panties all day.”

She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, and I wanted to go take it into mine. Flick my tongue over it. But if I did, I’d never make it out of here.

“Can you get on birth control?” I asked.

“So, this isn’t a onetime thing? Moment of weakness? You aren’t going to walk out that door and remember you’re a priest and we just sinned.”

I shook my head. “If I thought you were my weakness before, well, you’re my undoing now,” I told her as I walked over to touch her cheek, shoulder, run the back of my hand down her bare arm. I loved her skin. “You are the most beautiful sin I’ve ever committed. Over and over again.”

Her lips parted, and it took every ounce of willpower I had not to claim that sweet taste again.

“I have to go,” I whispered.

She nodded, and I stepped back, then headed to the door. Unlocking it, I glanced back at her.

“Friday night, you’ll be in my bed. Cancel the rodeo.”

Twenty-Seven

Saylor

Jude:

Who helped you put those shelves together?

I read the text while towel-drying my hair.

Saylor:

Just because I’m female does not mean I can’t read directions and use a screwdriver.

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