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The confessional was small, dark, and smelled of old wood, incense, and the faint metallic tang of the silver crucifix hanging on the wall. Father Elias had heard a thousand sins in this box. None of them had ever made his cock this hard.The soft click of the door on the other side told him she was there.“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.”Her voice was low, smooth, and already wet with something that had nothing to do with repentance.He swallowed. “How long has it been since your last confession?”“Three days.” A soft laugh. “And I’ve been thinking about this one every single hour since.”Elias’s hand tightened on the rosary in his lap. The beads dug into his palm. He was thirty-four, tall, dark-haired, and for the last six months he had watched her every Sunday from the pulpit. Watched the way her thighs pressed together when she sat in the front pew. Watched the slow rise and fall of her chest when she took communion. He had dreamed of her on her knees for reasons that had no

Two weeks later.The rectory was quiet. The church had been locked for hours. Only one lamp burned in Elias’s private study, casting long shadows across the heavy desk and the leather chair behind it.Celeste stood in the doorway wearing nothing but a long black coat.She closed the door. Locked it. Then let the coat fall to the floor.Completely bare.Elias didn’t speak. He simply stood, walked around the desk, and looked at her the way a man looks at something he has already decided to ruin completely.“Come here.”She walked to him. The moment she was within reach he lifted her onto the edge of the desk, spread her thighs wide, and dropped to his knees.He didn’t tease.He buried his face between her legs and licked her open with long, hungry strokes, sucking her clit into his mouth while two thick fingers pushed inside her. Celeste’s head fell back, a sharp moan breaking free as he worked her with his tongue and hand at the same time. He kept going until her thighs trembled and sh

The next day felt like walking on a wire.Maya dragged Sienna to the farmers’ market in the morning, then to lunch, then to a long walk by the lake. Noah was gone most of the day—“work stuff,” Maya said with a roll of her eyes—but Sienna felt him the entire time. Like a shadow just out of sight.He came back in the late afternoon. Their eyes met across the kitchen for half a second before he looked away and went straight upstairs.By the time night fell, the house was quiet again. Maya’s parents had gone to bed early. Maya was in her room on a long call with her boyfriend, door half-closed, laughing every few minutes.Sienna couldn’t sit still.She told herself she was only going downstairs for water.The kitchen was dark except for the under-cabinet lights. She filled a glass, drank half of it, and set it down. When she turned, Noah was standing in the doorway.Barefoot. Black sweatpants. Gray T-shirt stretched across his chest. His hair was damp, like he’d just showered.Neither of

The department hallway was silent except for the low hum of the vending machine at the far end. Most of the offices had gone dark hours ago. Only one rectangle of light still spilled across the carpet from under Dr. Julian Hart’s door. Lena stood in front of it longer than she needed to, thesis folder pressed against her chest. Twenty-two. Second-year graduate student. She had sat across from this desk once a week for eight months, watching the way his long fingers turned pages, the way his voice dropped when he read something he liked. She had stopped pretending the meetings were only about the work somewhere around October. She knocked once. “Come in.” Julian Hart was forty-two, tall, dark hair threaded with early silver at the temples, sleeves of his white shirt rolled to the elbows. He did not look surprised to see her. He simply closed the book in front of him and leaned back in the chair. “You’re late,” he said. “I know.” Lena shut the door behind her. The click of t

The email arrived at 9:12 a.m. the morning after grades were due. Room 1412. Hotel on 7th. Key will be at the desk under your name. 8 p.m. Don’t be late. No signature. None needed. Lena stood in front of the door at 7:58, heart already beating too fast. The hallway smelled of expensive carpet cleaner and faint perfume. She knocked once. Julian opened it. He was in a black shirt, sleeves rolled, no tie. The careful professor was gone. What looked at her now was simply a man who had spent months imagining this exact moment and no longer had any reason to hold back. He stepped aside. She walked in. The door clicked shut. The lock turned. The room was large, low-lit, one wide bed already turned down. A bottle of something expensive sat unopened on the desk. Neither of them looked at it. Julian didn’t speak. He simply walked to her, cupped the back of her neck, and kissed her like he had been starving for days. Deep. Wet. Claiming. Lena made a soft sound against his mouth a