Prologue

WET and ready… she bit her lip at the glorious sight in front of her.

Penelope watched Nicholas put on his shirt after fixing the broken faucet in her house. The man was freaking hot with or without a shirt on, but he was deliciously gorgeous every time he did those manly chores inside her house. 

“It’s done,” Nicholas told her and smiled. “Next time, don’t smash the faucet when you’re pissed off or just not in the mood.”

Penelope giggled. “Why don’t you just stay here with me, Nic? I need a hand here,” she said and almost choked on her choice of words. Fuck, oh, yeah, I badly need his hand down there…

“I wish I could,” he said and laughed. “But you know that I can’t, Penelope.”

She sighed; Penelope wished she could touch him, caress him, taste him, and feel him inside her. But she also knew that she couldn’t. She couldn’t do that to her best friend, and she shouldn’t do that to a priest. Desiring him, even in her wildest dreams, was a sin.

But Penelope knew she couldn’t control her thoughts, her feelings, her emotions. Especially when Nicholas was so heavenly handsome, smiling like an angel sent from heaven to give the kind of pleasure that will satisfy all her carnal needs.

She wished she could break all the rules just to be with him… Penelope wanted to sin with Father Nicholas.

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