Commanding Thirst by Olivia Fox

Author:Olivia Fox [Fox, Olivia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Olivia Fox Romance

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We ordered a light supper from room service and sat on our private patio looking out over the ocean.

“Hey, I never showed you my package from Señora Cuca.” I walked into the bedroom where I’d stashed it and returned to where Tony leaned up against the wall like a divine being just flown in from Rome.

“She says I can get into any place wearing this.” I withdrew the blue habit and white wimple in my size. “We just have to wait for her to give the location of my sister, and I’ll put this on.”

Pure hunger was in his eyes. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Sister Daphne? It’s so hot.” His words vibrated through me.

Tilting my jaw and scratching my cheek, I gave him an inquisitive look.

“Oh, yeah? Sister Daphne? Does this mean you fantasized about the nuns at Saint Agnes?” I asked, perplexed.

He jerked back. “Bite your tongue. Sister Donna? She’d make a guy’s dick retract like a Sumo wrestler’s balls.”

“Then what turned you on?”

“Once again, my little wren, it looks like I’m going to have to teach you a lesson.”

There began the story of how I wound up dressed as a nun in a Mexican luxury suite. As it happened, there was a disguise for Tony too — a cassock, a long black robe worn by Catholic priests.

He held my modest, body concealing blue frock up for me, “Put it on.” His eyes caressed me with lusting, invisible fingers before he helped me pull the rough fabric over my head. It was like a thousand tiny punishments scraped and scratched my overly sensitive skin.

The out-of-place rose petals strewn on our bed in the shape of a heart were a strange contrast to our curious game of dress-up. “What shall we do with these?” I waved at the flowers, aware of the wimple of my headdress cutting into my brow.

“Let me gather them, sister. I’ll set them to the side.” It was odd seeing Tony in his priest garb, he was still the same beautiful man, his body thick with muscle, only now he had an air of holiness which I recognized from growing up with men of the cloth.

“If you’ll take this side of the bed, I’ll remain on mine. You have nothing to fear from me,” he said, patting “my side.” The thing was, he was underestimating my role-playing game. No priest worth his salt would sleep in the same room as a woman.

Let alone a bride of Christ.

“But, Father. In the same quarters? It isn’t right.” To make my point, I took the corners of my headdress and wrapped them around my body, shrouding myself further from this horny priest’s view.

I stomped off to the adjoining bathroom and removed my headdress, hanging it on the back of the door, and brushed my teeth. The wooden comb felt great against my scalp after wearing the constricting wimple.

I returned to my side of the bed and Tony said, “Better we sleep in our clothes. For propriety’s sake.

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