Sinner (Priest, #2)

by Sierra Simone

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.

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.

“The important thing is having a life with meaning.

I can’t trust myself around Zenny, that much is clear. And I just promised Elijah that I’d keep her safe, which almost certainly means not kissing her again. Not begging to see her pussy like a thirsty man just craving the sight of water.

the problem is that Zenny asks for things and once she asks, I can’t trust myself to say no. Because if she asks for another kiss, there’s no way in hell I’ll be able to stop myself. Definitely not now, not after I’ve felt how soft and eager her mouth is, not after I’ve felt the pliant mold of her compact curves against my body. If she asked for another kiss, I’d be on her before I could even catalogue all the reasons I should refuse. And that’s bad. Badddddd.

I’m inherently dirty and I have no plans to change that anytime soon.

She deserved a wedding, a future, a promise of love. And all he’d given her were a few moments of pleasure and a lifetime of regret.’”

her presence has infused itself into the city on a quantum level, and every place and everyone that’s connected to her makes me as skittish and eager as she herself does. Copper-ringed eyes spark through my mind

Getting this Zenny problem all sewn up so I can stop thinking about her all the time. So I can stop imagining what it would be like to kiss her again, what it would feel like to hoist her on another counter and then drop to my knees and prove to her how little oxygen I need when I’ve got a pussy to eat. And now I’m hard. Just fucking great. I park the Audi in my building’s garage and limp over to the elevator, my stride hampered by my raging hard-on, and once I’m inside the elevator car itself, I can’t help but to give myself a couple rough strokes through the fabric of my trousers. Those soft lips. Those white cotton panties. Fuck. I stumble inside my penthouse already peeling off my suit jacket and reaching for my cock. Just a quick jerk to take the edge off, just a few fast strokes to clear my head, I won’t even think about Zenny⁠— That’s a lie. She’s all I can think of; it’s her kisses and her hands trembling and clinging around my neck and her legs parting for me to step between and the small scratch of her nose ring against my own nose as I claimed her mouth… The way she lifted up her skirt to show me her pussy… I drop my coat on the floor and fish out my cock, as fumbling and eager as if I were about to actually fuck her, my blood pounding raw and hot and urgent, my own hand shaking with excitement as I wrap it around myself. I shouldn’t be thinking of her like this, I shouldn’t be imagining it’s her slender fingers wrapped around me now. I shouldn’t be getting off ...

My mind buzzes with panic. Fucking PANIC, man. And I shut the door right back closed.

All that’s left is wanting Zenny and knowing I shouldn’t want her, and oh yeah, this clueless erection I have that is refusing to relent. If anything, my body and my dick are thrilled that Zenny is here in the flesh.

“Sean, I know your mother raised you better than this,”

Zenny calls through the door, sou...

“Let me inside, please, or I’ll tell her how ...

I spin around and yank open the door before I can think about it any longer. Zenny gives me a sunny smile and pushes by, leaving that delicate rose scent in her wake. I have to fight myself not to sniff the air like a wolf after she walks past me and props herself against the back of my sofa. I pick up my crumpled suit jacket off the floor and hold it in front of my crotch, a move straight from the Adolescent Boy Playbook. You’re thirty-six, not thirteen, I have to remind myself. Fucking act like it. Luckily, Zenny doesn’t seem to notice my odd jacket pose. Instead, she seems taken with my apartment, gazing with large eyes at the clean, minimalist space. I look around myself, seeing it as she would—the stained concrete floors and giant windows, the long, low lines of the furniture—and I feel a spike of pride. It is a pretty nice place, even though it’s really nothing more than a convenient place to sleep and shower before I go back out to conquer the world.

“Nice, huh?”

I say all cool and cocky like, and she looks back at me with an arched eyebrow that would have made a 19...

“You know it’s nice already; you don’t need me to...

she ...

“And I was really thinking it was ...

“Sad? The two-million-dollar loft with an...

“A two-million-dollar loft that looks like a model home. There’re no pictures or books or mail on the table, nothing personal at all. It m...

Well, fuck, now I feel kind of lonel...

“Any...

she says, straight...

“I didn’t come by to see your apartment. I came by...

Okay. Okay. I can do this. I can talk to her—just talk—without kissing her and without accidentally coming in my pants. And this is a good thing anyway: I can explain to her about the shelter replacement and I can warn her the fuck away from Northcutt. This will work, it will totally work, and this conversation will end without me betraying my promise to Elijah. I gesture her over to a seat and then I offer to get her a drink, an offer she accepts. And it’s while I’m in the kitchen getting he...

“So what is it you want to t...

And just as casually, she...

“I want you to have sex...

she says. Wel...

A few minutes later, she’s drinking her La Croix and I’m sitting on the chair across from the sofa, watching the hypnotizing clench and shudder of her throat as she drinks. She finishes drinking, sets the can down, and dabs gently at her bottom lip with her knuckle. A simple act that has my cock throbbing.

“Okay, so,”

I say in a choked voice. It’s the first I’ve spoken since she dropped her g...

“Obviously the answer has...

She looks at me, the sunlight catching those metallic glints in her eyes, the...

“But ...

she asks, and God help me, it’s that mixture of soft and direct of hers that I have no defense against. The headiest blen...

“Zenny. Be se...

“I am being serious. Why can’t you have...

“You’re Elijah’s littl...

I say, holding up ...

“You’re far too young for me. And y...

I add a finger to each point, until I’m holding three in the air together, like I’m reciting the weirdest scout pledge of all time. Zenny stands up and walks over to me, wrapping my three fingers in her own, and it’s so much like how I imagined her fingers wrapp...

“Can we at least talk about th...

“There’s nothing to ta...

I mutter, my eyes sti...

“Those aren’t things that can be ta...

“I don’t like lying, even by omission, but if it’s crucial, then…Elijah ...

I open my...