Free Saving Sins (Forbidden Erotic Romance) by Ava Lore Page A

she
said. "The half-shaved look just wasn't...me, anymore."
    He regarded her seriously. "It suits you," he said
solemnly. "I'm so glad to see you."
    "I'm glad to see you, too," she replied.
    They stared at one another for a long moment before Father
Michael coughed, and they both took a step back, as though through unspoken
agreement.
    "So," Tara said. "What are we doing
tonight?"
    Father Michael took a deep breath. "Going straight out
onto the streets," he said. "Bringing hot food, hot drinks. Blankets
and coats."
    Tara raised an eyebrow. "Condoms?" she asked.
    He nodded. "Those, too. But that's our little
secret," he said. "No telling."
    She nodded. She'd heard through the grapevine that Father
Michael got in trouble with his superiors for handing out condoms to the ladies
of the Baltimore night, but she knew he wouldn't back down. When she'd met him,
he'd offered them to her, too.
     
    The heat of the summer night lay against her skin, the
air thick with water from the harbor. A trickle of sweat wended its way down
her collarbone, dipping between her breasts as Tara let her hips sway, her ass
jiggle, each bounce of her body belying the gnawing hunger in her belly, the
ache in her head. She needed food. She needed dope. Her shoes—one dollar high
heels she found at the goodwill—let everyone know what she was advertising.
    Tonight was the night. No turning back now.
    A car pulled up beside her. Her face was numb as she
plastered a smile on it and stopped, turning to greet her first customer ever.
    He was beautiful. So beautiful she almost didn't notice
the clerical collar, but she didn't let it faze her. His cheekbones highlighted
green eyes so intense she thought she might pass out. He couldn't have been
more than thirty. She was lucky. So, so lucky.
    “Looking for a date?” she said. Her voice came out
strained, but she thrust her breasts out and pretended she knew what she was
doing. Fake it til you make it. Yeah.
    “Get in.”
    His voice reached out and wrapped around her. Sensuous
and sultry in the late hours. She could have straddled that voice and ridden it
to heaven.
    She got in.
    The atmosphere in the car was heavy. She found it hard to
breathe. Next to her, the priest was a gargantuan presence, a weight in the
world, and she knew she was falling toward him, helpless to resist his pull.
    She would fuck him tonight. She would suck his cock. She
would do anything he wanted.
    And he'd give her that fix that made it all go away.
    “You seem young,” he said after a moment.
    “I'm legal,” she said, staring at the rosary hanging from
the rearview mirror. A Catholic priest. Naughty. “Twenty for a bj, more if you
want more.”
    He was quiet. The engine idled. She forced herself to
meet his eyes, to study his handsome face. This was her fate. This was where it
ended, just like her mother always told her, just like she knew it would when
she left home two years ago.
    His green eyes shone, and her heart stuttered and died in
her chest, a thousand times over.
    “You're new,” he said at last.
    She swallowed. “So?”
    His clothes rubbed against the upholstery, a rough,
cotton sound that grated on her ears like sandpaper. She turned to stone as he
reached over, his body drawing closer and closer to her.
    Then he popped the glove compartment, and a long string
of condoms fell into his hand. He held them out to her, and when she didn't
take them he gently took her hand and placed them in it. His fingers were warm,
dry, calloused. They brushed against the sensitive valley of her palm. Tickled.
Danced. As though she were a regular girl, with desires and needs, her body
responded to his touch.
    It frightened her.
    “You'll need these,” he was saying, “if you mean to go
through with it,” It took her a moment to realize he had spoken. His voice was
soft. Kind.
    Tara stared incredulously at the condoms. He'd seen right
through her.
    “I can get you off the streets, if you want.”
    What she wanted to do was to