“Oh my God, thanks for telling me that. I’m sorry you had to. My mind was running circles trying to figure it out. I’ll shut up about it now,” he chuckled.
“Thank you,” I sighed in relief.
Lying to Noah was a little too easy. It left me feeling guilty, but it was worth it. I promised to protect Father Garrett, so I did. He would do the same for me.
“Zoe…”
“What?”
“Before I completely shut up, I still think he has a crush on you, and you should be careful around him.”
“Damn it, Noah.”
“Sorry.”
“Wait, why do you think I should be careful around him?”
“He has a temper. You saw it that day he yelled at me in the hall.”
“Yeah, after you hurt me like a jackass.”
“Okay, I deserved it, but still, he wanted to punch me. I could tell.”
“Actually, he wanted to break your neck,” I grinned.
“What?”
“I’m joking, Noah. Please drop this. It’s dumb.”
“Okay, sorry.”
Noah really did drop the subject after that, but I could tell he was thinking about it, prompting me to tell Father Garrett about his suspicions. I found Father Garrett in the lecture hall. He was cleaning the blackboard before writing a new batch of notes for his Tuesday morning class. His robe was hanging on the back of his desk chair, allowing me to admire his lean figure a little better. He winked when he saw me enter.
“Hey, gorgeous,” he smiled after the door closed behind me.
“Hey, stud. Sorry to bother you so late. I need to tell you that Noah is beyond suspicious about us.”
His handsome brow creased with a scowl before he sighed in annoyance.
“That boy has been a pain in my ass since he got here.”
“He’s been a pain in my back, but he’s not a bad guy. He’s just a young idiot that likes me.”
“You give him too much credit, Zoe. You haven’t known him that long. Besides, you’re young and naive. You let an older man seduce you,” he smirked.
My body tingled at his words. I suddenly wanted to push him down in a chair and climb on his lap to make him regret teasing me. My mind surprised me sometimes. I never considered myself forward or wild, but Father Garrett had awakened every naughty bone in my body.
“Really? You seduced me? I think it’s the other way around,” I grinned.
He smiled and bit his bottom lip as he admired me. His eyes had gone a little sleepy as a blush colored his cheeks.
“Great, you have derailed my concentration again. It took an hour to get it back after this morning,” he sighed and dropped his chalk on the tray.
“You should have let me return the favor. It would have helped.”
“No,” he laughed. “It would have made it worse. I don’t need vivid recollections of you doing things to me while I’m trying to work.”
“What about the things you do to me? Are they less distracting?”
“They are. My fantasy of tasting you was satisfied. It helped cool my daydreaming a little.”
I blushed at that revelation.
“You fantasize about me? Since when?”
“Honestly, since the first day we met. You are distractingly cute. You marched through that door and approached my desk with your hand out, demanding my attention, so I gave it to you. It was the second most memorable handshake of my life. The first was Abigail. Then I smelled your skin. It woke a part of me that I thought had died when I lost her. As I spoke to you, I realized your spirit was as beautiful as your face. I couldn’t stop thinking about you after that. One thought led to another, and soon I was fantasizing about making love to you. I forbid myself from ever acting on it. I knew it was wrong, then you wouldn’t leave me alone. Now here we are,” he sighed.
“Wow, Father Garrett, you’re making me want to do naughty things to you right now.”
“Sorry, I’m not sorry,” he grinned.
I laughed and chewed my lip as I stared at him.
“Does that back closet have a lock?” I asked.
“No, sadly.”
“Do you want to go in there with me anyway?”
He ran his fingers through his hair and checked the time.
“I would love to, but we’re seriously pushing our luck. You’re also tempting me while you’re dangerous.”
“Sorry, I’m not sorry,” I grinned.
He let out a long breath, then he grabbed my arm and hauled me to the back closet. My heart was pounding as we closed ourselves in. It was darker and smaller than the library closet. We smothered each other with kisses while exploring each other’s bodies with eager hands. Then I went to work unbuttoning his pants.
“What are you doing?” he whispered.
“I want to suck you.”
“Seriously?”
“Yes,” I chuckled.
I stuck my hand in his underwear and grabbed the hard, silky flesh that obviously needed relief.