Priest_by_Sierra_Simone 3

“And here I thought priests only drank communion wine.”
My head snapped up to see Poppy standing in front of my table. I was at
the little coffee shop across the street from the church, trying to make sense
of the renovation budget and failing, basically accomplishing nothing except
for checking The Walking Dead forums and putting a major dent in the
shop’s coffee supply.
I wanted to think of a witty reply to Poppy’s greeting, but she was wearing
another dress—a cream vintage affair with three-quarter sleeves and a skirt
that brushed the middle of her thighs—and while it wasn’t revealing or
especially clingy, it did nothing to hide the perfect nip of her waist or the soft
swells of her breasts. She was close enough that I could reach out and take
her hips in my hands and pull her to me; close enough that I could grab her
and ruck up her skirt and then bury my face in the heaven she kept under
there.
(Plus there was the distracting fact that the last time I saw her, I’d ended up
jizzing all over my desk.)
Luckily, she took the chair opposite me before I lost all control and broke
my vows in front of everyone in the coffee shop.
“What are you working on?” she asked, nodding at the laptop.
I breathed a silent thank you to God that she hadn’t noticed—or at least
was willing to overlook—my lack of reply, and then another thank you for
the very safe topic of budget spreadsheets.
“We are working to raise money to renovate the church,” I told her. “And
we’ve already had a few bids put in for the job, it’s just a matter of allocating
the funds in the right places, after we meet our initial goal.”
“May I take a look?” she asked, canting her head toward the screen.
Before I’d even nodded, she’d already slid the laptop over to her side of
the table and was scrolling through my sheets. A small smile creased the
corners of her red mouth, making her look sexy and knowing and
mischievous all at the same time.