I’m losing control.

She’s the fruit of temptation.

I’m weak, just like Adam was, and I know as soon as I sink into her mouth, I’m going to hell. A one-way ticket, and there’s nothing that can save me. Her tongue swirls around the tip of my cock, causing a groan to fall from my mouth.

“Swallow me,” I tell her, and she does. Like a fucking pro, her mouth slides over my shaft, taking me deeper than any woman ever has. When I hit the back of her throat, she looks up at me. Her beautiful eyes shimmer with tears as I feel her throat constrict around the crown when she swallows. The movement is enough to have me coming, but I bite down on my lip to hold off. I want to savor this because I don’t know if it will ever happen again.

Perhaps I’m dreaming. Maybe it’s one of those vivid fantasies that feel real, but aren’t. When I grip her long hair in my fist, tugging her head back and forth, inadvertently fucking her mouth, I know it’s real.

Her delicate hands come up, gripping my thighs. The sounds of her gurgling on my dick echo around us in an erotic masterpiece. My body tenses when she cups my balls, holding them firmly in her delicate hand.

A knock on the door startles me from the pleasure shooting through every inch of my body. My ass finds the chair as I push Sage from my cock. “Stay under the desk,” I hiss at her. Her eyes are wide as she nods. I have a girl with plump lips from sucking my dick under my desk as I shuffle the chair in, hoping to hide my now softening hard-on.

The door opens, and I’m met with the vicar walking in. His expression happy, with a smile I meet with one of my own. “Father Reid, I’m sorry for barging in on you, but I needed to have a quick chat about the picnic coming up next week. The fundraiser will benefit the local community, and I’ll need you to help with the set up,” he tells me.

“Yes, of course,” I respond, my voice croaky. I’m about to stand when Sage tugs me out of my slacks and strokes my cock. I near enough jump out of my skin as her wet mouth envelops the crown of my shaft. “I . . .” My tone is raspy, and I have to clear my throat. “I’m always around, Vicar.”

“Great! I think we should tell the volunteers to be here at seven that morning. What do you think?” he questions, settling himself on the chair opposite my desk. My hand flies under the wooden top to grip Sage’s hair, holding her still. But the naughty little lamb doesn’t obey me. She continues her torture of sliding me into her throat.

“I can. We can. I think I need to . . .”

“You okay, Father?”

I nod before answering. “Yes.” Leaning back in my chair, I try to appear nonchalant, but I meet Sage’s teary gaze between my thighs. Her pink lips wrapped around the base of my dick has my release skittering down my spine and filling her mouth with jet after jet of hot semen.

“Great, I’ll let you get on with it.” He smiles, reaching out a hand to me, which I have to accept. He offers me one last grin before leaving me to punish my little lamb for being a very bad, dirty girl.

Once the door clicks shut, I’m up on my feet. She’s tucked me back into my slacks, thankfully, but I’m angry. I used to take chances before I joined the church. I used to do a lot of shit before I became a man of the cloth. Things like what Sage just did wouldn’t bother me, but I’m meant to be a new man. A better man. I reach for her arm, tugging her up from under the desk.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? What if we were caught?” I grunt in her face, causing her to flinch. It’s the innocence in her expression that stills me for a moment.

“I thought you liked the danger?” she questions easily. And I realize she’s right. I do. I fucking do. Every nerve in my body is alight with a spark I haven’t felt in a long time. That need to do things everyone deems as wrong. Memories flit through my mind of fucking a woman in public, the excitement of getting caught, having my dick sucked while she’s on the phone to her husband, sniffing cocaine from a woman’s cunt. Everything. I did it all.

“I do, but this . . .” I meet her beautiful gaze, the one that seems to look right through me. The one that somehow makes me a man and not a priest. It frees me from the shackles I’ve chosen for myself. I know if I spend more time around this girl, my whole world will come undone. It will unravel like a thread, inch by inch. And I’ll be left in the disaster I myself have caused. “I can’t do this, Sage. It’s wrong.”

“What? You can’t just shove me out of your life. Why do you deny what you feel for me?” she continues. Asking me things I don’t want to answer. She needs to leave. I can’t be around her without losing my focus. My mind should be on the church, on my job, but it’s not. Since I first saw her, since I touched her. It’s always been her.

“Sage, you need to find someone who can give you a life. Give you love,” I tell her, not meeting her gaze. I know if I look at her, I’ll crumble. All my restraint will tumble to the ground, and I’ll do the one thing that will inadvertently shatter my world.

I’ll fuck her.