LESSONS IN SIN by Pam Goodwin
Release Date: June 29th
There’s no absolution for the things I’ve done.
But I found a way to control my impulses.
I became a priest.
As Father Magnus Falke, I suppress my cravings. As the headteacher of a Catholic boarding school, I’m never tempted by a student.
Until Tinsley Constantine.
The bratty princess challenges my rules and awakens my dark nature. With each punishment I lash upon her, I want more. In my classroom, private rectory, and bent over my altar, I want all of her.
One touch risks everything I stand for. My faith. My redemption. And even my life.
As if that could stop me. I need her pain, and her heart, and she needs my lessons in sin.
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Tinsley in her glittery gold gown had been a jaw-dropping sight to behold. But Tinsley now? Standing before me in nothing but milky white skin?
God help me.
“You’re more exquisite than I ever imagined.”
She strained toward my raspy whisper, lifting on toes, fingers stretching across my shoulders.
I was a bastard, making her wait for that compliment. I wasn’t one to readily offer praise, but with her, I would spill the verities of my soul.
“My boobs are, uh…” She stared down at her chest and laughed at herself, her eyes dancing with mirth. “There’s a committee for what they are.”
“They’re elegant.” I rested my palms on her ribs, just beneath her perky little tits. “Beautifully proportioned.” Heat rushed to my groin as I swept my thumbs over flawless skin and dainty nipples. “Soft as satin, tipped with immaculate beauty.”
“Magnus.” Her breath shivered.
The tiny buds hardened beneath my touch, stiffening my cock.
God, forgive me.
I lowered to my knees and caressed my lips along the divine shape of her figure. She was a fantasy of flexible limbs and graceful curves. Angelic. Malleable.
Slender shoulders. Narrow hips. Porcelain complexion. Not a freckle or blemish to be found.
While I learned her body, her hands traveled north along the back of my neck, exploring, teasing.
“I’ve wanted to feel your hair for so long.” She tangled her fingers in the strands.
Her flat stomach quivered beneath my mouth as I nipped and licked lower, lower, my pants growing tighter, tighter.
She shouldn’t be here. I needed to stop, but my hands and lips kept moving until I arrived at the ultimate forbidden destination.
The apex of her legs, the golden hairs neatly trimmed, the scent of her painfully enticing, crippling, robbing my brain cells. I raked my fingers through the soft curls and edged toward her clit.
She gasped, held still. Then she canted her hips into my touch, seeking friction, demanding. Sexy. So damn naughty.
I snatched my hand away, letting her know it wasn’t her decision.
Her pouty bottom lip pushed out. A gleam lit her eyes. Then she slid her fingers down her abs and sank them between her legs.
My cock ached to be where her hand was, encased in her heat, submerged in her wetness. I gripped her arm and moved it to her side.
About the Author:
New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today bestselling author, Pam Godwin, lives in the Midwest with her husband, their two children, and a foulmouthed parrot. When she ran away, she traveled fourteen countries across five continents, attended three universities, and married the vocalist of her favorite rock band.
Java, tobacco, and dark romance novels are her favorite indulgences, and might be considered more unhealthy than her aversion to sleeping, eating meat, and dolls with blinking eyes.
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