Sinner (Priest, #2)

by Sierra Simone

My brother used to be a priest, and he only has one word for me. Sinner.

The most selfless people, the most driven people, they need permission to take care of themselves, they need someone who will put them first, because they won’t do it for themselves.

“I don’t want to miss any parts of you,” she says. “Even the parts other women haven’t wanted.”

Of course I’m only joking that I want to spend the rest of my life with the most beautiful, fascinating, sexy woman I’ve ever met. It’s all a joke. Ha ha ha. Hilarious. Oh my God, I’m so fucked.

“Good. You’re mine to treasure, sweetheart, and I want to savor each and every part of you as you flower open.”