Page 20 of Sinner (Priest 2)
I swallow down a noise. I routinely fuck women who wear La Perla or Agent Provocateur, but somehow the sight of those simple cotton panties have my cock flaring and leaking all over the inside of my pants. I have to turn away from her to get a fucking grip on myself.
“Sean…?” she asks hesitantly, and when I turn back to her, there’s real worry on her face, worry that’s quickly turning into embarrassment.
What the fuck have I done?
“I’m sorry,” I mumble. “I’m so fucking sorry. I got—I have to go.”
And I leave as quickly as I can, forcing myself not to look back at the thoroughly kissed nun still perched on the counter.
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I kissed Elijah’s baby sister. The one who’s a nun—sorry, postulant—the one with the parents that my parents still refuse to speak with. The one who is currently causing my firm a giant PR headache, and to cap it off, I didn’t even manage to talk to her about the deal at all.
Not even once.
Valdman’s going to be pissed.
And Elijah’s going to be pissed.
And now probably Zenny is going to be pissed too, and with good fucking reason.
What is wrong with me? Sean Bell doesn’t do shit like this! He gets what he wants, he fucks whom he wants, and then he lives like he wants—no guilt, no ties, all the success in the world.
/> I run an agitated hand through my hair as I throw open the door to the Audi and get inside. I’ve barely even got the car started before my phone lights up.
Elijah.
Fuck. Okay. You know what? This is good, actually. This is fine. There’s no need to be scared; Sean Bell doesn’t get scared.
“Hey, man,” I say as I answer the phone. “What’s up?”
“What’s up with you?” Elijah asks dryly. “You’re the one who called.”
“Right,” I say.
Right.
“So, um…” I pull the car off the curb and into the street, trying to order my thoughts and trying to ignore the way my still-straining cock chafes against my zipper. “Your sister. Zenobia.”
“Did you see her last night? I brought her with me to the thing—I meant to have you come over and say hi to her. I don’t think you’ve seen each other in a while.”
I resist the urge to bash my head against the steering wheel. “Yep. It’s been a while. And I saw her.”
And nearly kissed her. And then I did kiss her today and almost made her flash her pussy to me while another nun was down the hall.
“Good, I’m glad you got to see her.” Elijah does sound genuinely happy, and an unfamiliar feeling of guilt crawls through me.
“Yeah, so…she’s a nun now?”
“She’s wanted to be a nun since she was a teenager. I never talked to you about this?”
“Sure didn’t,” I reply, navigating the car back to the firm. “Has it been hard with…you know? Your parents? And them wanting grandchildren and stuff?”
“Jumping right past the small talk today, I see,” Elijah says, amused. “Yes, it’s been hard, but it’s fine now. At some point they have to understand Zenny and me are allowed our own lives. We probably should have made it easier on them by rebelling in high school instead of waiting until after we graduated, but there you are. Why are we talking about this again?”
“Uh. Well. Zenny and I are sort of working together now. Or against each other, depending on how you look at it.”
