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For me.

My heart booms at a choppy pace. I want to toss Mr. Tandy aside and reach for her, pull her into my arms and comfort her. Oh lord, how can I withstand this connection?

“Farrah,” I say hoarsely, throwing Mr. Tandy to the ground. He scrambles away and starts to run back in the direction of the village, but I only have eyes for her now. I draw her out of the church and into my arms, stroking her long hair, moaning in my throat when she crosses her wrists behind my neck and molds her body to mine. “If he touches you again, sweetheart, I will end his life,” I say, in a hushed vow. “Never. Again.”

“You’re making a habit of saving me,” she whispers back, looking at my mouth. “Now, I’m going to save you. It’s only a matter of time before someone comes looking for you, Father. You must go back inside and finish mass.”

“One more minute,” I rasp, holding her tighter, so tight I can feel her heartbeat. “I take it back. No amount of time is enough with you.”

She looks up at me with solemn eyes, pulling out of my embrace slightly, visibly conflicted. “You can’t say things like that.”

“It’s getting harder and harder to stop myself.”

“But—”

“Father McDaniel.” The monsignor’s voice crackles through the morning air and I watch Farrah’s eyes widen on the man beyond my shoulder, her hands dropping decisively from around my neck. “That was quite a show you put on in there.”

Still in the grip of my anger, I turn on my superior, managing to process the revelation that he witnessed my behavior in the chuch. “He was manhandling Farrah in the back row. Hurting her. I would intervene every single time.”

The Monsignor arches an eyebrow. “And would you comfort just any woman in the same way?” His gaze ticks from me to Farrah and back. “I highly doubt it.”

I say nothing. Any protest to the contrary would be a lie.

“You’ve just failed your test,” drawls the other man. “Mr. Tandy has confessed to me many times, we well, you see. I invited him to morning mass to see how you’d react to having him near Farrah.”

Ire stabs me in the dead center of my chest. “How dare you,” I growl.

There’s a flash of awareness in his face, as if he realizes he’s pushing me too far now, and he starts to back away. “You have passed once, failed once. Tonight will be the tie breaker that determines if my suspicions hold water—and I believe they do.” He turns to leave. “I suggest you prepare yourselves.”

I spend the rest of the day in a daze, vacillating between trepidation and lust and outrage over the monsignor’s actions. Wondering what challenge the evening will bring.

If I have the strength left inside me to pass any test where she’s concerned.

I don’t see her for the rest of the afternoon or evening, but I catch glimpses of her red hair when I turn corners. Catch her scent lingering in the hallways of the rectory. She’s an apparition haunting my heart, my soul, my body, and so by the time I’ve retired to my room for the night, I am battling an undeniable impulse to wait until midnight, then go find her. Enter her room and join her in bed so that we can have our fill of each other, once and for all. My cock is stiff as a pike at the prospect of finally uniting with her wet pussy, making her gasp and whimper over the girth of my sex, which stretched her lips so wide when she knelt and sucked me just last evening.

I close the door of my room and lean back against it, closing my eyes, attempting to replace my carnal thoughts with holy ones…and failing. There’s only her—

“Thank you for joining us, Father McDaniel,” says the monsignor.

My eyes fly open to find my superior sitting in my bedroom by the fireplace.

Wait. He said “us.” Thank you for joiningus.

Pulse kicking into a riot, I drag my attention to my narrow twin bed…

And see that Farrah is there.

Chained to the headboard.

Completely nude.

“What is this?” I ask, raggedly, stumbling toward her as if in a trance. “Why…is she chained?” And then a bellow builds inside of me, shaking the rafters. “You should not be seeing her like this.”

Just like this afternoon outside of the church, he looks hesitant, as if realizing he might be playing with fire.You have no idea.

“You will sleep in bed with Farrah tonight. If you can make it to morning without…indulging in her charms, I will notapproach the clergy with my concerns.” He leans back in his chair. “I’ll be serving as witness to your triumph. Or your ruin.”

Chapter Eight

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