BREE’S POV
“I’m fine,” I choke out. The lie would be more convincing if my voice didn’t catch, and if a fresh gush of slick didn’t pool between my thighs just from that filthy, knowing look of his. “Better. Thank you.”
“Good.” He says it without once lifting his piercing gaze from mine, and that single syllable sends a delicious thrill straight down my spine.
I open my mouth, desperate to steer the conversation toward something boring and absolutely responsible.
If I don’t, I might fall right back into the trap that had me naked under them just mere hours ago.
The air in this tight room is getting impossibly thick, suffocatingly hot, and I refuse to let that mistake happen twice.
The plan must remain simple: get the priest, get the marks off, get going.
The three Gs.
But before I c
