HIS GUILTY PLEASURE のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

Evie’s pov“Mummy I got the job at that jazz place down the block they said come start right now so I’m heading out I won’t stay long I promise I’ll bring something back for the medicine.” I said it soft while I pulled on my tightest black jeans and the low cut top that showed way too much if I leaned forward. She just nodded from the bed looking pale and tired the way she had for weeks now. Dad left when I was five and never looked back so it was always just us two. College was done thank god because the fees nearly broke us and now with her sick and no paycheck coming in I had zero cash left. Twenty felt big all of a sudden. Old enough to work any shift that paid.I walked into the oldest jazz bar on the block and the air hit me first thick with smoke and bass and the smell of whiskey. The guy at the door pointed me toward the back. “Rhett’s the boss. He’s over by the bar.” I saw him before he saw me. Fifty-five, with gray at the temples and broad shoulders filling out a black

Evie’s pov“You still not moving,” I said while his cock stayed hard against my lower back and the inventory list hung forgotten in my hand. Midnight had crept up on us without either of us counting the minutes. The cooler hummed steady and the jazz had dropped to almost nothing in the empty room. Rhett finally eased back just enough to reach for the bottle on the top shelf, the one with the dark label he never poured for regulars.“Sit on the bar,” he said and his voice already sat lower than I had heard it all night. He poured two glasses of the good whiskey, the kind that burned smooth and cost more than I made in a full shift. I boosted myself up onto the polished wood and the cool surface pressed against the backs of my thighs through the denim. My jeans felt tighter than before and the wet spot in my panties had spread so much I could feel it when I shifted. He handed me one glass and kept the other then leaned against the edge right betwe

Evie’s pov“You locked the door and you are still not touching me the way I need,” I said while I slid off the bar and stood close enough that my tits brushed hard against his chest. The ache between my legs had turned sharp and insistent and I was done waiting for him to make the next move. “Office. Now. I want you in there.”Rhett’s eyes stayed dark and hungry but he let me push him backward through the narrow hall into the small office behind the bar. The desk was cluttered with papers and an old lamp that threw low light across the room. I shoved him until his ass hit the edge of it and the wood creaked under his weight. My hands went straight to his belt and yanked the buckle open with zero patience.“Fuck you are actually doing this,” he said low while I dragged the zipper down and shoved the fabric out of the way. His cock sprang free thick and hard and already leaking clear fluid at the tip. I wrapped my fingers around the hot heavy

Evie’s pov“It is past three and the bar is completely silent out there,” I said while I still sat half naked on the edge of the desk with his cum drying sticky on my thighs and my jeans tangled around my legs. The lamp threw the same low light across the small office and the locked front door felt heavier now that the whole place had gone quiet. Rhett stood between my knees again, his pants still open and his cock already half hard from the way I kept talking and showing him the mess he had left in me earlier.“I know what time it is,” he answered and his voice stayed low and rough. He did not step back and he did not reach for the keys that still hung in the front door. “I should send you home. Your mum is alone and the sun is not even a question yet but it is coming whether we want it to or not.”I hooked my fingers in his open waistband and pulled him closer so the head of his cock brushed right against my still wet cunt. “You are not sending me home.

Lyra’s pov“Father Brennan, these music sheets are a mess from this morning, half of them are out of order,” I said, holding the stack against my chest while the last of the afternoon rehearsal group filed out. He had only arrived that day, forty-four years old, tall enough that I had to tip my head back to meet his eyes, soft-spoken when he introduced himself to the choir, yet those eyes had stayed on me the whole time we sang. Not once did they drift away for long.He stepped closer, voice low and calm. “Stay a few minutes and help me sort them, Lyra. Everyone else has left and I would rather not do it alone.”I nodded even though heat was already crawling up my neck. Mummy had gone ahead to the market for the communion wine, telling me to finish whatever was left and walk home after. The sanctuary felt quieter than usual with just the two of us. He took the papers from my hands, fingers brushing mine longer than needed. I watched the way his throat move