by London Hale
“You?”
“Yes. What do you see when I walk by?”
She stalked closer, her loose-hipped gait making everything on her body sway. The woman was pure sex—all soft and sinful—and she knew it. Used it to her advantage when it suited her. She didn’t stop until she was right in front of me. Almost touching.
And then she touched.
She slowly raised her hand, almost defying the laws of time and space. It seemed to take hours for her to reach the collar of my shirt, the style I insisted on wearing every Sunday. A slight tickle at the front of my throat told me she’d made contact with my bow tie, and I’d never been more jealous of a piece of fabric.
“You work so hard to stay all buttoned up, don’t you?” she said, her voice low and sultry. “But is that who you really are? Or is it just a show you put on?” She inched ever closer, those high tits of hers brushing against my chest. Their firmness making me want to grab them, bite them, suck the tips until she begged for more.
When she was right up against me, rising up on the balls of her feet to bring her lips to my ear, when she had me completely under her spell, she whispered, “What would you be like out of this costume, Pastor No?”
Done. I was done. Forget holding back or being subtle. She wanted to tease me? Fine. I could tease right back. “Are you sure you’re ready to find out, Miss Davis?”
I took a step closer, one hand gripping her waist so she couldn’t retreat, unable to resist her for a second more. She followed suit, inching back even as I tracked her, looking me right in the eye as she laughed. Her reaction would have been insulting if it didn’t make my cock twitch.
“Oh, honey, I think we both know you wouldn’t want to take this for a spin on your first ride.”
I blinked. Twice. First, what? So that’s what she thought of me—that I was some virgin preacher who had no idea what to do with a woman? That I was inexperienced, and she’d have to teach me a thing or two? I bet she could, even though I was far from virginal. This would be fun.
I leaned closer, letting my lips come right to the edge of her ear. Almost touching her. And then I whispered, “Who said you’d be my first ride?”
She physically recoiled, staring up at me with those huge blue eyes that had haunted me from the moment we’d met. She gave me a solid once-over. Appraising me. Which was fine, because I was doing the same to her.
“What?” I asked with a shrug, taking another step closer to her. Practically grinning when she tried to take a step back. “Did you really think—”
A clock chimed, and Harper’s sultry smile reappeared, though it was a lot less sure at that point. “I think that’s your cue, Father.”
Stupid busy Sundays. I wasn’t ready to let her go, though. Not yet. Not now that I had her attention. Not now that I’d gotten my very first touch. “Do you have to wear blouses with such revealing necklines? It’s a distraction. And I’m not a virgin.”
“Yes. I do. I’ll wear whatever the hell I want. But it’s good to know you don’t approve. I’ll be sure to wear it more often.” She tugged her shirt a little lower, smoothing the silky fabric over her waist. Pulling it tight across her breasts. “And you might as well be a virgin. Hell, you might as well be a priest.”
Was that disappointment in those wicked eyes of hers? I licked my lips, imagining the taste of hers. Wondering how soft they would be on my skin. How tight when wrapped around my cock. This woman released something inside me I hadn’t even known was there, but now that she had, I refused to be caged again. I wanted her. Had since the first moment I’d laid eyes on her. I just had to convince her to take the chance.
I moved back, grabbing her hand to pull her with me. She seemed almost shocked by that—by the fact that I could be a gentleman. What kind of men had she dated?
Never mind. I didn’t want to know.
“You know the difference between a priest and a pastor?” I asked as I headed for the door.
“Different faiths, of course.”
“True, but that’s not where I was going. Priests take a vow of celibacy. Pastors follow the guidelines of the faiths they preach.” I pulled the door open, glancing once more at the sultry siren who had no idea what she was in for. “We nondenominational pastors follow wherever the Lord takes us. Today, he brought me to Sin…and to you. I doubt this will be the last time he puts us on the same path. Good day, Miss Davis.”
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Also by London Hale
The first three books in the Temperance Falls series feature taboo relationships and May-December romances. After all, it’s summer on the island, and these couples are out to get a little sweaty.
Daddy’s Best Friend
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The DILF
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Nanny With Benefits
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The second trilogy in the Temperance Falls series feature taboo relationships of a different sort. On the island, the business of selling sex in all its forms is thriving, and our couples give a whole new meaning to opposites attract.
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Sinful Attraction
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Sinful Distraction
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About the Author
London Hale is the combined pen name of writing besties Ellis Leigh and Brighton Walsh. Between them, they’ve published more than thirty books in the contemporary romance, paranormal romance, and romantic suspense genres. Ellis is a USA Today bestselling author who loves coffee, thinks green Skittles are the best, and prefers to stay in every weekend. Brighton is multi-published with Berkley, St. Martin’s Press, and Carina Press. She hates coffee, thinks green Skittles are the work of the devil, and has never heard of a party she didn’t want to attend. Don’t ask how they became such good friends or work so well together—they still haven’t figured it out themselves.
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