Chapter Sixteen
After almost fifteen minutes of kneeling in First Position, Corinne finally heard the door behind her open and the slow, even tread of shoes on the hardwood floor of the Chapel. Despite the ache in her back, she managed to straighten it more, holding her breath hopefully.
“Sister Corinne, you look very lovely kneeling like that,” she held the sigh tight in her chest. Father Gregory. Thank God, it was him.
“Thank you, Father.”
He remained behind her, watching the way her hair tumbled over her shoulders and down her back, ending just between her shoulder blades. Gregory reached out, touching the softness. The slight shudder of her body sent a wave of desire through him, waking his s*x. “How was your morning? How do you feel?” His fingers traveled deeper into the tresses.
