Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
I shake the sensation away and clear my throat. “I used to be good at it.”
Eva recrosses her legs, drawing my eyes to the action. “Can we talk candidly, Father? How do you know when it’s really good?”
My eyes must register my shock because she turns away, waving her hand like she wants me to forget her question. “Nevermind,” she says, but I’m already wanting to answer her.
“Sex isn’t a shameful thing, Eva. When two people get it right it can be the most powerful drug on the planet.”
“Is wanting that a sin?”
I tilt my head, understanding why she thinks that. And who knows, hell, maybe the whole Catholic religion believes it, but I can’t. I can’t believe something that feels so fucking good can be a bad thing. “It doesn’t have to be one,” I tell her. “When you’re with somebody you love.” Oh god, now I sound like my parents giving out the birds and the bees speech.
Eva notices and laughs lightly. “Sex isn't at the top of my priority list right now. Getting my son back is. Honestly, I’d be just like you, happy to give it up forever.”
I blink at her. Give up sex? Forever? For some reason this need to show Eva what good sex, what sex with me, would be like overwhelms me.
My dick hardens in my pants, and I need to navigate this topic to safer grounds. I can’t very well show Eva anything right here and now.
She views me as a priest, and maybe that’s all I’ll ever be for her.
She definitely deserves a priest to help her out of her sticky situation. Not some man thinking about all the ways he’d like to fuck her.
No, she definitely doesn’t deserve that.
Chapter 14
Evangelina
The way Father Carmichael stares at me should be a sin. Seriously. It’s like he wants to devour me in one single serving, and honestly I want the same thing, but maybe it’s just my imagination playing tricks on me.
Even though he’s a priest, he’s also a man too, right?
With certain urges and needs.
Desires.
I wasn’t lying when I said I could give up sex for good. I’ve never known that soul-shaking sex before. Heck, with Christopher I’d close my eyes and beg for it to be over quickly. It’s sad really, and no wonder why he left me.
Our sex life was never anything great. Even when we first met right out of college. I still never opened up to him fully. I never let myself truly relax. I felt like sex was a chore, and never got any gratification out of it.
Sure, there’s been times when I was too drunk, or we were lost in the moment and the sex was really good, but it was never earth-shattering.
“I want to help you get your son back,” Father Carmichael says, his eyes full of hope and something else I can’t quite decipher.
“I appreciate that. Honestly at this point I don’t even know how. All I know is Christopher doesn’t like to lose, and he’ll fight me with everything he has to not lose in court. Even if what we’re fighting for is something he doesn’t really want.”
“I’m so sorry about that,” he says, glancing back over his shoulder at the monitors briefly before settling his eyes back on me. “Looks like all the Delgados left. Here’s the money promised,” he says, reaching into his pocket to pull out a wad of cash.
I almost don’t want to take it from him, wishing I had the means to help him out of the kindness of my own heart, but I need the money.
It’s sad how people can become such a slave to money. How it can dictate everything in your life.
I wish I never had to worry about money. I wish I could have a never-ending supply of it. How nice would that be?
I laugh a little at my thought, and Father Carmichael raises a brow.
“What’s so funny?”
“I just wish I didn’t need the money so badly.”
Father Carmichael stands from his chair, and crosses the small space between us. “Don’t ever apologize for needing money. I am grateful you helped me tonight. I can already tell I’m going to get further along in this mission with your help than without it. So, I’m happy to pay.”
“Where does it come from? I ask him.
“The money?”
I nod. “Is it from the donations?”
He shakes his head. “No, even though this fight is one for the church, I’d never use the church to fund it. It’s coming out of my own pocket.” He presses the cash in my hand. “But, I’ve got plenty, so please take it.”
A tear leaves my eye, as I stand from the couch. “I really appreciate it.” Pride is a silly thing.
“You did really good tonight.” His eyes rake over me. “You definitely look the part of a Greedy Girl.”