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“How’s my baby girl doing?” I asked.

My heart beat in my ears, and our gazes found one another. Using my thumb, I parted the wet folds of her labia to discover the swollen crux of her clit. Lowering my face to her center, I sheathed my tongue inside her. My angel arched towards me as I probed at her with my mouth, stroking and swirling around her slippery, throbbing nub until she pressed closer, driving herself against my face, crying out for release. I pulled away just briefly to reassure her. “I’ve got you, baby girl. Relax and rub your pussy on my tongue.” As her passion built, my own grew stronger, but tonight wasn’t about me.

Keeping up the licking, teasing and conquering with my tongue, I worked fingers into her to find that special spot that would electrify her and flood her with pleasure, worried my dick would never fit. She squeezed so tightly around me.

I needed to watch while the sensation ripped through her like a tumbling wave. To discover whether her teeth would gnash, her toes would curl, or her back would arch up off of the mattress… only nothing… not one thing in all my forty years on this planet Earth could have prepared me for the ultimate pleasure she expressed when her body bowed to sensation. It first rippled through her beneath my mouth, then her orgasm hit full force. She drenched my fingers as the climax seemed to scorch her body clean.

I had an inappropriate thought: He takes away the sins of the world. It’s as if that’s what I was doing for her. Her frantic, grabby hands pulled at my hair as she came. She gasped, “Oh my god. Oh, god. What are you doing to me?”

I collapsed into the tangle of her slender limbs.

I had made her my woman and leaned back against the headboard, breathing hard right along with her, even though I hadn’t come. “I thought I made it clear, Jolene. I wanted to please you.”

“And what about you?” she asked.

As I pulled back the covers and tucked them around her, I could see that her eyelids were growing heavy, and the day was coming to an end for my angel, created in a state of grace by God. A mystery made of wonder and beauty, something not everyone knew how to love.

Mine.

I wasn’t one of those religious men who looked askance at other doctrines. Wisdom, learning, understanding—it all came from the Almighty, no matter the source. With that attitude in mind, I quoted Rumi to her. “Even after all this time, the sun never says to the Earth; ‘You owe me.’ Look what happens with a love like that. It lights the entire sky.”

Her eyes were misty and wistful, but sleepiness won out. Jolene’s breathing was steady and even now, and she emitted a great yawn, her fingers laced across her belly. I smoothed her hair back out of her eyes and placed a kiss on the tip of her nose.

I didn’t want to be her lapdog, a thing she pat on the head. I tilted my head to the side. Watching her while she fell asleep, my touch lingered on her shoulder. I’d given her physical satisfaction, and that helped ease my worries.

She’d let me in a little.

Now to discover what it would take to explore her soul. Perhaps tonight, while I slept, God would perform a miracle for me and she’d wake up to love me deeply. She’d be vulnerable with me and let me make a home in her heart.

I’d keep all her secrets safe with me.

Chapter 12

Jolene

The overly cheerful sunlight came in through the window. It was unclear which woke me first. The light of day or the succulent, seductive smell of coffee wafting in under the door. I donned the borrowed tracksuit from Rex’s mother and ran a brush through my hair. This time, I used an extra toothbrush left on the counter, with a note reading, Good hygiene is everything, baby girl. I could almost hear his joking tone of voice as I read the words and smiled to myself.

Reverend Pritchett had no shortage of beautiful woman women in his life. They came every Sunday and volunteered during the week, simply to be at his side. Word on the street was, there were more devout ladies in Briarville nowadays than ever before, and that was only because they longed to bask in the light of the clergyman’s attention.

But he only had eyes for me.

His attention was so different from that lacking in my marriage, I thought, while plaiting my hair into two loose braids. He’d been complimentary last night, and his praise meant a lot.

Just not something I was used to.

Still, every time he looked at me, I wondered what he really saw. He was so good at reading people.

Did he see what a disaster I was on the inside?

His stare turned me to jelly.

And he did more than watch last night, didn’t he, you little vixen?

A smile of self-satisfaction looked back at me from the mirror’s reflection.

Maybe I could tell him the sad truth about my life. No, I wasn’t ready yet. And I didn’t want to risk him thinking me as pathetic. It was too embarrassing to talk about, and I didn’t want his opinion of me to change just because I shared my secrets.

Just thinking of his mouth, hands, and tongue on me made my lower belly clench with need in a way I no longer knew was possible. He’d awakened something inside me that had been hibernating for a very long time.

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