Taboo Runs Wild
My cock twitches, straining against my jeans under the cassock, and I shift to hide it, my throat dry as I gesture toward the chair.
“You can have a seat,” I say, voice low, rougher than it should be. The hospital visit I was headed to in Orvieto? Canceled in my mind the second she walked in.
She’s worth every missed appointment.
She sits, crossing her legs, the dress riding up just enough to show a sliver of thigh that makes my pulse hammer.
“So, um, my name is Rainbow,” she starts, her voice soft but confident, those deep brown eyes locking onto mine like she’s daring me to lose control.