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This story is a chapter from the erotic suspense novel THE DEVIL BEHIND HER by Noirotica, coming soon to Wattpad. It's about Giorgio, whom you met in Chapter 8 of this book, and his big crush on Father Kent, the new young priest at Manhattan's Sacred Heart of Jesus parish on Park Avenue. Annoyed with the lack of action on the priest's part, Giorgio takes charge and goes to the rectory late one night to seduce him, and it certainly isn't your ordinary everyday seduction ...
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Giorgio was totally pissed off by the time he was driving back uptown. He was so angry that he could've spit nails, drunk gasoline, broken some jaws, punched out everybody's lights, and various other incredulous things macho men aspire to do when they reach the limit of their patience. He was driving the open jeep recklessly, speeding up Park Avenue way over the limit, radio blasting, and just about begging for a cop to stop him. The mood he was in, he'd start a fight with the dude and get his ass hauled into jail and tossed into the slammer for the night.
Unless the cop was gay, of course, and hot and hunky. And there were plenty of them in Manhattan, especially at night. Then Giorgio would flirt like crazy, hopefully end up taking him home to his room at Mike's, and they could suck and fuck each other's brains out all night long. He was exactly in that kind of out-of-control mood. Totally not giving a fuck what the hell happened.
He had stopped to drop Eric off at his apartment in Greenwich Village, bumped dude's fist in parting, kissed him on the lips, grabbed his junk and squeezed hard, and then, laughing, pushed him out of the Jeep.
"Sure you don't want to spend the night?" Eric asked from the sidewalk, his eyes pleading like a starving tomcat at the leather-clad muscleboy sitting behind the wheel. "I'm getting hornier by the second just looking at you."
Giorgio shook his head. "I'm not looking for sex, dude. I'm looking for love. And I'm tired of looking for it in all the wrong places."
Eric snorted. "Fuck. I'll take either one. You're not up for sex with me any more?"
"Hell no. Sex with you is like having Christmas dinner on the Fourth of July on the beach in Miami. Pretty awesome, dude, but something just not right about it."
Eric upticked a brow at that. He was finding it difficult not to grab Giorgio and forcefully haul him inside kicking and shouting. "And what's not right?" he asked.
Giorgio looked at him, shaking his head slowly. His insides were churning with regret, but he was sticking to his guns tonight. Eric was hot as hell with his unshaven look, his handsome face, his exposed muscular arms and chest with all the tattoos - a sexy fucking dude that no one in his right mind would say no to. And Giorgio wished he could just get up out of the Jeep and go inside with him, and not give a fuck.
But he did give one. And he was definitely not in his right mind. He was way the hell off somewhere in a terribly wrong one.
"You're crushing on my cousin Mike, dammit," he told Eric. "Not me."
