I wasted no time running my hand along the inside of her thigh and against the part of her that’d been torturing me for days. The heat that radiated off her pussy was intense. I slipped my fingers under the edge of her panties. Her folds were slick, wet with her arousal, and I moaned into her mouth.

“I need in you, now.”

Her hips rocked against my dick, driving me mad. I kissed down her neck, sucking her skin in, biting and marking her as I got my cock out.

I pushed her hips down, impaling her with my cock. She drew in a hard, sharp breath that turned into a shuddering, guttural moan. The sound, combined with her tight, wet walls squeezing me, was overwhelming. I groaned, my eyes rolling back, head resting against the confessional chair.

Fucking perfection.

The fires of hell felt heavenly with her wrapped around me.

“Ride me, baby,” I whispered against her skin.

I dug my fingers into her hips and guided her up and down my cock. My grip moved around to her ass, forcing her down as I thrust up. Little moans and whimpers came from her open mouth as she bounced on me.

Every feeling was too much. I didn’t know if I was going to go insane or not before I came. I picked up the pace—harder, faster, pull, thrust. The booth shook around us, her pussy clamped down on me, and she threw her head back in a silent scream.

The pulsing waves of her walls milked me, and I wanted to give it what it asked for.

“Are you on birth control?” A little late to ask, but her answer would make a big difference.

She nodded, uttering a barely audible “yes” as she continued to move up and down on my cock, still shaking from her orgasm.

“Good, because I’m going to fill your pussy up.”

My muscles were flexing and tight, my cock harder than it’d ever been. My thighs were burning, tired, and my balls were high. The pressure was too much, and I let go, roaring as I pulled her down hard and pushed up, burying my cock all the way in. Jizz shot out and into her—exactly where it needed to be.

She fell against me as we relaxed, and her head nestled in the crook of my neck. Neither of us moved as we caught our breath. I kissed down her neck, licking and nipping the whole way, tasting her as my hand moved up and down her back. She felt so perfect in my arms.

“I’m not done. I want more. Can we go to your place?”

She shook her head against my neck. “My roommate is home.” I cursed, wishing she lived alone. “We can go to your place.”

I laughed, my dick not liking the lack of privacy. I wanted to take my time and consume her.

“I’m living with my mom right now.” My eyes widened, and I moved my arm to look at my watch. “Shit. I have to go.”

She froze, her face dropping. “Oh. Okay.” Everything about her became stiff. She started to get up, but I pulled her back down and to my chest, pressing my lips to hers. She sighed and melted against me.

“My mom has an appointment with her oncologist.”

She blinked at me and nodded slowly in understanding. “Is she okay?”

“Not right now.”

She trailed kisses down my neck, and I nuzzled hers. Somehow she knew I didn’t want to talk about it but needed comfort at the same time.

A few minutes passed, and I helped her straighten her clothes out before stuffing my dick back in my jeans. When she was done throwing her hair back into a ponytail, I opened the door, the old hinges creaking loud and reverberating around.

Hope slid out, then me, and I ran right into her back. She’d stopped just outside the booth. Multiple sets of eyes stared at us, including one of the priest’s.

I smiled and nodded to them, then grabbed her hand and walked out.

“Well, guess I’m not going back there,” I said as we ran down the steps.

Her cheeks were bright red, hand over her mouth in horror. “That was the priest who did my Confirmation!”

I pulled her close and pressed my lips to hers. “That’s a bit mortifying. Especially because you weren’t all that quiet.”

She swatted my chest. “Yeah, well, you’re the one who made me make those noises.”

I grinned. “Oh, I know, and I plan on doing it again. So, when are you free this week?”

She eyed me suspiciously. “Why?”

“Because I really want to see you again. And as soon as possible. Like tonight.”

She smiled and looked down at the sidewalk. Fuck, she was cute when embarrassed. Her eyes widened, and her mouth popped open as she looked down.

“Oh, no…” Her legs snapped closed, thighs clenching.

I groaned and grabbed her ass. “Fuck, baby, is my jizz slipping out and down your thigh?”

“Yes.” She whimpered.

“Good.” I smirked at her, my hand still in hers as we walked to her car. “I’ve marked you as mine.”

Mom was right—one time wasn’t enough. Having Hope only made my cravings for her worse. Compression shorts became a constant part of my daily wardrobe—I had to contain the beast somehow.

Especially when she walked into my gym unannounced.

I licked my lips at her sexy hips swaying as she walked my way. She smiled at me and wrapped her arms around my waist, not caring that I was sweaty. I pressed my lips to hers, nipping at her bottom lip.

“Excuse me.”

I pulled back and sighed, looking over at Teri, who had her arms crossed and was huffing in annoyance.

Hope waved at her. “I’m just going to lean on your pole.” She motioned over to the support beam a few feet away.

I smirked, unable to resist. “You can lean on my pole anytime.”

Her mouth dropped open, and I couldn’t stop from laughing.

It’d been two days since we defiled the church. Even though we hadn’t gone on a date, one was in the works. Until then, neither of us could stay away for too long, which was one reason she was in the middle of the gym.

It also happened that my client, Teri, was her roommate.

“Oh, come on! This is my hour.” Teri smacked my chest with a gloved hand. “You two can fuck later.” She pointed to me. “But stay away from the kitchen! I spent an hour bleaching it this morning.”

My devilish laugh came out, and I turned back in time to see her face drop. She was in for it. “Oh, you’re in trouble now. Blitz!” Usually Teri punched ten to each side before switching, then taking a break, but she was going to hurt for that comment. “Again.”

She glared as me and muttered “fucker” under her breath.

“Come on. Push it! Harder!”

She pummeled the sparring mitts until her arms had little fight and she gasped for air.

“Okay, break.” I tossed the mitts on the floor and reached forward, removing one glove before pulling on the other.

Hope handed Teri a water bottle, and she attempted to drink between hard breaths. A few rounds later, we were done. Hope was still leaning on the pole, and as soon as Teri went off to the locker room, I closed the gap, pressing my body against hers. I pushed her into the pole as I wrapped my arms around both, trapping her.

“Hi,” I said, smirking at her and pressing my cock into her stomach.

She nabbed her bottom lip in the fuck-sexy way she always did. Her being coy drove me and my cock insane. “Hi.”

“Come here often?”

She rolled her eyes and fought a smile. “My boyfriend works here.”

I quirked a brow at her. “Boyfriend?” We hadn’t really talked titles… Well, we really hadn’t talked—mostly fucked—but we were getting there.

“Boyfriend.” She was firm in her word choice and gave me a little attitude with it. “Got a problem with it?”

I shook my head. “No, but, baby, let me be your boyfriend. I own the place.” And soon I would fully own a place, without Monica.

“Own the place? Well, then, you have an enticing proposition.”

I leaned in and kissed her neck, humming against her skin. “How about I offer up another enticing proposition?”

“All right, break it up.” Teri tapped her foot next to us. “Come on, Hope, we have to get to class.”