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Father Jackson

AUTHOR'S NOTE: It's been a long while since I've done this, because it's been very hard lately but it's all good now. My writing is very shitty but I've had this idea in my head for a while. This chapter is shit but I hope it's not as bad as I think it is lol. If this does good, I'll make a part two.

Prologue

"You call me a sinner, but you're just as sinful as I am."

"You've no idea."

I sighed and threw down the newspaper. I looked out the window as buildings passed me by, as if spending the summer with mom's priest will cure me of my sins.

I finally arrived at Father Jackson's house, walking inside, I was met with Father Jackson. 

"Mai, it's nice to meet you, I'm Father Jackson."

My attitude immediately perked up at the mouth-watering man in front of me. "Hello, Father, it's nice to meet you."

"Please, call me Jackson, Mai. We'll be spending quite some time together, might as well get comfortable." Jackson laughed, before continuing, "Supper will be ready in an hour, some time to get settled in, your room is down the hall to the left."

I thanked him and led the way to my room, suddenly very happy spending the summer here. I settled in, took a shower, and got ready for dinner, thinking of all the possible opportunities here. Walking downstairs in a simple blouse and leggings, I went to go help him with supper. I saw him in an apron, humming to himself, cooking. I leaned against the wall and smiled, just watching him. 

"Will you help me set the table or are you just going to sit there and stare?" 

"I think I'll sit and stare, thank you."

I teased back, he chuckled and turned around, "The plates are in the right cabinet." 

I walked to get the plates as he was washing his hands, I slipped behind him, my breath warm on the back of his neck, "Excuse me" I whispered. Watching his reaction, I saw the goosebumps on his arms and his tense body. He resumed washing his hands, not commenting on it. Smiling, I set the table as he fixed our plates. 

"This looks delicious, thank you."

"It's my pleasure, Mai."

After eating the best meal of my life, Jackson grabbed our plates and went to put them in the sink, before he could I slipped in between him and the sink. Grabbing the plates, I turned around and placed them in the sink. I could feel every ridged muscle against my back. His breathing was deep, I could feel it tickling my neck, time felt slow. His fingertips slowly traced up my arm, as my back was to his front, his warm breath was fanning my neck, and my heart was in my throat. Sending goosebumps everywhere, his lips came up to my ear, "Excuse me."

He pulled himself away, making me shiver from the loss of warmth, and walked up to his room. A week later, he made himself distant, he hardly spoke with me unless it was about food. Although, we fell into a routine. I woke up early, prepared coffee and made breakfast, he'd come out of his room and eat and then go to his office to work, leaving me with hours of boredom.

 It wasn't that bad, because I got to explore his house. I'm very sure he has an ex-wife, there's an old closet with photos of him and her and I found a chest but it's locked. My guess is that it's in his bedroom, which I still haven't been in. Today, I was fed up with being alone, when he retreated into his office I took a shower and prepared myself to go have an actual conversation. 

I knocked and waited for an answer, when I didn't receive one, I walked in. His office had a desk in the back, facing towards the door, and there was a couch and a chair closer to the door. He was sitting at his desk, typing away, "What are you doing in here, Mai? Is there something I can help you with?" 

"Yeah, you can have an actual conversation with me." 

"What are you talking about? I have talked to you."

"No, but you will now, tell me about yourself. I noticed you have a wife, but judging on the missing ring on your finger, I'll say ex-wife."

"That isn't any of your business."

"Okay, fine, what do you do cooped up in this office all day?"

"I send out emails for our church and essentially work from home. Now will you please go? I don't have time to chit chat."

"Why are you in such a rush to get me to leave?" I walked up behind him and placed my hands on his shoulders. Slowly rubbing out the knots in his neck, I mumbled, "Wow, these knots are impressive."

"Observant, are you?" He grunted out. I continued rubbing his shoulders, feeling him relax under my thumbs, "No wonder you're so grumpy." He rolled his head to the side and let out a low moan. My knees almost gave out just hearing him moan.

He grabbed my hand, his lips brushing my arm, giving very light kisses. Jackson stood up and turned around, putting my hand on his face, he gently stroked my cheek. Leaning in, his lips barely brushed passed mine, and he very lightly kissed my neck. Jackson placed another one right under my ear, I was stunned, his other hand reached my hip. Locking me in place, he kissed all over neck, very softly his breath was so warm. His touches were soft and gentle, as if he were dreaming and he was going to wake up. 

Jackson looked up into my eyes, he looked conflicted. Regardless, he slowly leaned in towards my lips. I nodded looking back into his eyes, his lips, very softly, touched mine. It felt like little sparks ignited my body, his lips were so soft and perfect. I slowly kissed back, gently, also afraid this was a dream and I was to wake up any moment. 

His hand traveled down to my other hip, pulling me in close to him. His tongue reached out and licked along my bottom lip, I gladly opened up and kissed him deeply. It slowly escalated, his tongue met mine, his grip got tighter, his hand in my hair, tugging back, and kissing me with more force and more passion. Jackson sat me on his desk, standing in between my legs, his hand traveled underneath my shirt. His thumbs stroked my stomach, I sucked his bottom lip into my mouth, pulling away gently with my teeth. Jackson moaned as I rolled my hips against his.

His lips met my neck, kissing and sucking. It felt so good, I rolled my head back and moaned, "Jackson." 

Jackson's movements halted, and he stared at the ground, "Mai... I can't. I need you to leave. I can't do anymore than I already have."

Angry, but mostly at myself, I said, "Mother sent me here because I'm such a terrible sinner. Look at you, you're just as a sinner as I am.

"You've no idea." He looked up from the ground at at me.

Confused by his answer, I changed the subject, "Why can't you make me leave yourself?"

"Because I don't have the strength to let you leave, so I'm asking you to go before I do something I'll regret."

I walked out, knowing it'll probably be even worse now. 

Fuck.

Part two?