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the still October night. The air was cold enough to make her gasp . She felt safe, in spite of the darkness and the fact she was making the walk alone. All of the church property was gated, including the school, the church where they went to mass on Sundays, and the park.
    Besides, all she could think about was Father Mark, waiting for her in the chapel. She used her iPhone—now fully charged, all the offensive messages erased— to light her way down the path, through the woods, being careful not to trip over logs. A twisted ankle now would be horrible timing. It seemed to take her forever to get the clearing, but then there it was, the black steeple rising up to touch the silvery orb of the moon overhead.
    The side door was open, as he’d promised, and she slipped inside, breathless and shivering, from both cold and excitement. There were no lights on, but instead the warm glow of candl es everywhere she looked, all over the podium, up the stairs, on the pews. Emily gasped at the effect, each point of light turning the li ttle chapel into something even more holy and sacred.
    “Father Mark?” she whispered, sure he was here somewhere.
    “I think you can call me Mark now.” He stepped out of the vestibule, wearing jeans still, but his shirt was white now, the buttons unfastened almost to his navel , and he was barefoot . He had a blanket and a pillow in his arms. “You made it okay?”
    Her only answer was to throw her arms around his neck, fastening her mouth to his. He caught her easily, the pillow and blanket forgotten in the heat of their kiss, hands and mouths exploring to depths neither of them could fathom, already. She trembled in his arms, and he carried her like that, arms around his neck, legs wrapped around his waist, past the pews and up to the dais . Behind the podium, there was a makeshift bed, with more blankets and pillows spread out on the floor in full view of all the religious statues .
    “Isn’t this sacrilege?” she whispered as he went to his knees, settling her with one of the pillows beneath her head.
    His lips caressed her ear. “It’s heaven.”
    And it was.
    They couldn’t have stopped it if they tried. Their lust was like a freight train bearing down at them, full speed. Father Mark tried to slow things down, kissing her long and passionately, caressing every inch of her body through her clothes, but it was all too much of a barrier for Emily. She had his shirt all the way off in an instant, her hands roaming over the hard muscles of his back and belly and chest, delighting in seeing him unclothed in the candle light , but he denied her when she tried to unzip his jeans.
    “Oh please,” she whispered, letting him unfasten her blouse and kiss his way down its V. She’d slipped her uniform clothes on before she left, too afraid to get caught outside of the dorm in her pajamas, and he was taking his slow, sweet time undressing her.
    “Easy,” he murmured over the top of her generous cleavage, spilling over the cups of her bra.
    But she was too impatient, unhooking her own bra, giving him her flesh. He groaned at the sight of her, taking both of her breasts in his hands, his tongue exploring, bathing her in his saliva. He captured her nipples between his lips, first one, then the other, sucking deep, moaning softly and shifting his hips away from her groping hands.
    “I want to taste you,” he whispered, kissing his way down her belly, his tongue dipping briefly into her navel. “I’ve been dreaming about this for…”
    “For how long?” she teased. He had her skirt pulled up and her panties halfway down to her knees.
    “Since the moment I saw you,” he confessed, his cheeks pink as he had her lift her hips so he could unzip her skirt fully .
    “Me too,” she admitted, wiggling her hips, letting him slide off her skirt and her panties so that she was completely nude, the candlelight throwing soft shadows over her belly as he settled himself between her legs.
    “Oh Emily,