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Father Maxwell stared at me for what felt like forever, his fists clenched so tight I thought he might break his own fingers. His eyes were dark, conflicted, and burning with barely-contained lust.
Then, without another word, he stepped back and shut the door in my face.
Click.
I stood there in the hallway, stunned, my p***y still throbbing and my silk nightie hiked up around my waist.
He actually shut the door on me.
I smiled slowly.
"Challenge accepted, Father."
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The next morning, the church was unusually quiet.
Grandma Nelly had called earlier to say there was no program today — some diocesan meeting or something — and all the workers had been given the day off. It was just me and Father Maxwell in the entire building.
Perfect!
I waited until I heard him movin
