Page 8 of Possessive Priest

“Of course I am. He’s a priest, Jimi. There are no other hands I’d feel safer in.”

We end the call, and I make my way toward the office. I want those safe hands all over me. The way he holds me when we kiss is something I never want to stop.

Hunter pushes the desk closer to the wall to make sure the heater is in the center of the room. My eyes follow his every move, the flex of his muscles as he shoves furniture around, doing his best to keep us warm inside the office. I close the door and lock it again.

When his eyes shoot over to me, heat blankets my face from lust and hesitation. “It’s better to keep the heat inside this small space.”

He gives me a crooked grin and nods. I hope he doesn’t ask about the lock, but I don’t want anyone walking in on us in case someone digs us out sooner than the morning.

“That works, baby girl. I have a blanket in the bottom desk drawer if you get cold.”

“Why is there a blanket inside your desk?” I ask him, moving around to retrieve it.

“Some days I need to rest my eyes a bit. I’ll stretch out here and take a minute to prepare myself for whatever's waiting for me outside that door.”

It brings my eyes directly to his. The depths of varying shades of brown make his eyes the color of honey in the right light. I can only imagine how long his days must be when he has to force those gorgeous eyes of his to stay open.

“Running a church must be exhausting.”

He smiles. “It certainly has its perks. I get to meet new people and help others find some peace in a world full of chaos.”

“Are you allowed to share that with anyone, Hunter? I know you took a vow, but don’t some priests get married?”

He nods. “Some do. There’s usually a conversation with the Archbishop if that comes up. However, it’s hard to keep the congregation a priority when your personal life starts to become front and center. I just know if I were to be with you, I don’t think I’d be able to focus on anything else.”

My heart races, knowing that I’m having this effect on him. “If you were with someone like me, I’d help you keep God and the congregation a priority. How does someone like you date, if that’s what you wanted to do?”

By now, we make ourselves comfortable on the couch and huddle together in front of the heater. At first, it’s just our shoulders bumping against one another with the blanket over our legs. Hunter’s leaning back against the couch, and I find myself leaning closer to the heater.

“I know how to date, baby girl. I wasn’t always a priest.” His smile is warm and inviting.

“Oh.” Surprise ripples through me and also a sense of mischief. “How long have you been a priest?”

“About 12 years. I committed my life to the cloth after my 26th birthday.”

“Wow, you’re around my brother’s age.”

“Does that bother you?”

I turn to him, unintentionally resting my hand on his leg. “It doesn’t. I don’t mind at all. I like the way you make me feel, Hunter. That kiss was everything I imagined my first kiss to be. Is it bad that I want to do it again?”

He hooks a finger under my chin. “It’s not, but if we start, I don’t think we’ll be able to stop.”

That gives me the nudge I need to lean into Hunter. I’m ready to do so much with him. My body wants to be near him every chance I get. There isn’t a single memory of anyone who sets my body on fire with insatiable lust the way Hunter does. It’s one of the reasons why I’m still a virgin.

However, Hunter stops me from getting the kiss I desperately want. The strength behind his touch sends shivers down my spine. Our eyes lock as he tells me, “Baby girl, you need to know that I won’t be able to stop.”

“I don’t want to be the reason you break your vows, Father.”

He looks up to the ceiling before returning his gaze to me. “Harper, you’re the only reason I’m willing to break my vows. When I break my vows, you don't have to call me Father, but you can still call me Daddy. ”

The release of his inhibitions as he closes the gap between us, claiming my mouth with a kiss, sets off fireworks between us. Hunter’s tongue pushes inside of my mouth, tasting me and making my pussy twitch with desire.

The moment captures us both as the blanket falls and Hunter leans closer to me until the point he’s on top of me, between my legs. The weight of his body pressing me into the couch makes my hands explore him—all of him.

Muscles in his back bulge, flex, and move under my fingertips. The chemistry between us draws a moan out of me as he kisses me into sweet bliss. I don’t want this to ever stop.

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