Page 59 of Absolution

The knock at the door skates down my spine, and Ivy ducks beneath my desk, like this is some kind of drill we’ve practiced before.

I clear my throat and take a seat, my knees knocking into what I presume is her shoulder. “Yes, come in.”

Ruiz peeks his head through the cracked door and steps inside. “Pardon the intrusion, but did you happen to see Ms. Mercier?” he asks in his thick accent. “I wanted to ask her some things before they take her grandmother to the crematorium.”

“I, um … if I see her, I’ll be sure to tell her you’re looking for her.” Something brushes against my groin, and I shift in the chair, clearing my throat for the second time. I jerk my knee to make her stop this torment. “Thank you for handling Mass on short notice.”

“No problem. Hope everything was well in New York.”

“Yes.” At a grip of my balls, I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from gasping aloud. The tickle of my zipper sliding over my boxers draws my hand beneath the desk to stop her, but she swats it away, the noise drawing Ruiz’s attention.

“Everything okay, Damon? You seem … stressed today.”

Cool air hits my groin where Ivy has sprung my cock free, and I swallow hard, pressing my elbows into the desktop as she strokes her hand down my shaft.

“Jet lagged,” I choke out.

“Ah, yes. You probably need some rest. Perhaps you should snooze a bit.”

Muscles steeled with her assault, I screw my eyes shut, as wet lips suck me inside her mouth, so warm and soft, I have to squeeze my fingers together to keep from gnawing them. “You’re probably … right. I’m … not …sogood.” Air trapped in my lungs, I hold my breath while she runs her tongue over my weeping tip.

Brows winged in concern, he cants his head. “Anything you need? I’m happy to help.”

For a split second, a visual of Ruiz’s hand performing the work of Ivy’s mouth makes me want to cringe, but instead, I shake my head more frantic than I intend. “I’ll … get sleep. As you suggested.” I draw in a shaky breath, my hands practically white with tension, as I wait for him to get the hell out of my office.

“Good, good. Perhaps we can have lunch?”

“Sure. Lunch … lunch works.”

“Excellent, I’ll finish up with Ivy and meet you back at the rectory.”

“Okay, I’ll finish up with Ivy, too.” Alarm shoots through me at the slip of my words, and when Ruiz tips his head in confusion, I let out a nervous laugh. “Paperwork, I meant. When I finish … paperwork.”

“Ah, okay.” With a nod, he turns and exits my office. The moment he’s gone, I push away from my desk, furious and hard enough to hammer nails.

Lipstick smeared over my shaft marks her torment, and the moment she pushes to her feet, I shove her back against my desk.

“You have no idea what you’re toying with, woman.”

“Oh, I know exactly what I’m doing.” The sweep of her tongue over her lips sends another shiver down my spine, as the pain of blue balls settles in. “I’ve had it inside me many times now.”

“He’s looking for you. You better find him.” My eyes dip to her mouth and back. “Fix your lipstick first.”

Her eyes dip between us and back, as well. “Might want to fix yours too.”

With more reluctance than I care to admit, I stuff myself back into my slacks and straighten my shirt. “I’ll be at your place tonight. Six sharp.”

Her face turns smug enough that I want to smack the smirk right off her lips. “I’ll have bells on.”

“Keep the nylons on.” Leaning forward, I avoid her red lips to plant a kiss on her cheek. “And the heels.”

Brow cocked, she wipes the smeared lipstick with the same Kleenex she used to dry her tears earlier. “Kinky, Father.”

“I told you to call me Damon when we’re doing this.”

“I like Father. It has the same ring asDaddy.” She grips the back of my neck, leaving a kiss on my cheek, and the second she pulls away, I slap my hand over it to wipe the evidence away. “I’ll put on fresh lipstick, too.”

On her way toward the door, I ogle her legs, the black nylons reminding me of the hole I ripped just moments before.

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