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  Maybe there was a small chance it would be okay after all.

  * * * *

  “Wow, déjà vu.” Emily squeezed Father Mark’s hand as they stepped into the chapel’s side door.

  “I want to show you something.”

  “Again?” she teased as he led her toward the front of the church. “I don’t think I can handle any more surprises this week. Did you hear that Jenny left school? Her parents came to pick her up yesterday.”

  “I heard.”

  “Poor Eve. She’s all by herself now.” Emily didn’t mention how often Eve had slept in her room this week, in Alexis’s bed. Who was she to squash a budding love affair? She was glad they were happy. Someone should be.

  “Eve will be fine.” He led her to the front of the chapel, so different now in the light of day. He’d cleaned up the pillows and blankets and all the candles—and the wax drip, she imagined. There was no evidence they’d been there, right here, making love all night long. The thought made Emily blush, but it didn’t keep her knees from getting weak at the memory, and it definitely didn’t stop the ache between her legs when she glanced at him, reaching into his jacket pocket.

  “She and Alexis will be rooming together before long, I’m sure,” he said, and she watched, puzzled, as he pulled something from his pocket.

  “But Alexis is my roommate…” She frowned at him as he sank down to one knee before her. “What are you doing?”

  He smiled. “What does it look like I’m doing?”

  “Whatever you’re doing, don’t.” She nudged his shoulder with her knee. He was wearing jeans and a regular shirt again, and it was far easier to think naughty thoughts about him when he wasn’t in his priest’s uniform. “Get up. It looks like you’re proposing.”

  Father Mark unpalmed a blue velvet box. “That’s exactly what I’m doing.”

  “What?” Now her knees felt truly weak.

  “Emily, will you marry me?” He opened the box to reveal a white gold band containing a single diamond. It wasn’t big and fancy, but it was beautiful.

  She tried to catch her breath. “But… but priests can’t get married.”

  “I’m not a priest anymore.” His hand found hers, squeezing gently.

  “You’re… not?” His words hadn’t really sunk in.

  “I’m yours, Emily. If you’ll have me.”

  “But you can’t not be a priest!” she protested, her voice hoarse, barely above a whisper. “What are you going to do if you’re not a priest?”

  “Besides, hopefully, marrying you?” He grinned. “Well, my grandfather was a Baptist preacher. Maybe I’ll start my own church. And you, if you say yes… you’re going to art school, like you always wanted.”

  She blinked at him, trying to force the words past her ears, into her actual brain. “What?”

  “We’ll be fine, Emily.” He cupped her palm against his cheek, turning to kiss it softly as he spoke. “I’ll take care of you. I promise. I’ll find my way, whatever path I need to travel. Honestly, I don’t think God will care what I’m doing as long as I’m still talking to him.”

  “Speaking of talking to your father…” Emily smiled, rubbing her thumb over his cheek, at the very spot she’d painted a cross. Had that been just a week and a half ago? It felt like a lifetime.

  “Stop trying to change the subject!” He laughed. “But if you must know, I already did. I’ve done a lot of talking this week. My father, Jenny’s mother, Bishop Avery. It’s been a week full of confession.”

  “Did Jenny tell?” Emily asked, eyes wide. She hadn’t seen him much this week at all, had been afraid the night they’d spent together was just a dream. He’d promised he would talk to her, would meet her here today, that he had something he wanted to talk about, and she was sure this was it, that he was going to end things between them, and had steeled herself for it.

  This—Father Mark on his knees in front of her with an engagement ring—was the last thing she’d expected.

  He nodded in agreement. “Jenny did tell.”

  “But she didn’t have any proof.” Emily smirked. Eve had managed to get her hands on Jenny’s cell phone and had deleted the offending photographs.

  He shrugged. “It didn’t matter. I’d already made my decision.”

  “So then why did Jenny go home?”

  “If you must know, someone told her mother she was a lesbian.” He sighed. “Apparently, they emailed her parents some incriminating photographs.”

  Emily thought of Eve stealing Jenny’s camera. What else had been on there, she wondered?

  “So Jenny decided to go home?”

  Father Mark shook his head. “No, her mother withdrew her from school. She just couldn’t accept her daughter’s sexual orientation.”

  “Isn’t it a sin, according to the church?”

  “I suppose,” he agreed slowly. “But why should anyone be punished because of who they love?”

  She blinked away the tears coming to her eyes. “They shouldn’t.”

  “It was just another reason that made my decision to leave the church easier,” he confessed. “And then there’s the matter of my being in love with you.”

  “Oh Father Mark…”

  “It’s just Mark, Emily. Just Mark.” He smiled, pinning her with that green-eyed gaze of his. “I’m just a man—a man who is completely, desperately in love with you. And if you didn’t notice, I’m still down here on my knees, asking you to marry me.”

  “Oh Mark…” she whispered.

  “Will you?”

  “Yes!”

  She threw her arms around his neck, tumbling them both to the floor. The ring box snapped shut and went flying as she kissed him and they rolled, laughing, around on the floor in front of the saints and Jesus and his mother, Mary, and she knew it was probably a sin, but she didn’t care. And she was pretty sure God didn’t either. She couldn’t stop kissing him, she couldn’t help loving him, and repeating the answer that had always been hidden in her heart, over and over and over again, punctuated by kisses.

  “Yes! Yes! Yesyesyesyesyes!”

  The End

  ABOUT SELENA KITT

  Selena Kitt is a bestselling and award-winning author of erotic fiction. She is one of the highest selling erotic writers in the business. With half a million ebooks sold in 2011 alone, she is the cream-at-the-top of erotica!

  Her writing embodies everything from the spicy to the scandalous, but watch out-this kitty also has sharp claws and her stories often include intriguing edges and twists that take readers to new, thought-provoking depths.

  When she’s not pawing away at her keyboard, Selena runs an innovative publishing company (www.excessica.com) and in her spare time, she devotes herself to her family—a husband and four children—and her growing organic garden. She loves bellydancing and photography. She also loves four poster beds, tattoos, voyeurism, blindfolds, velvet, baby oil, the smell of chewing gum and leather, and playing kitty cat.

  Her books EcoErotica (2009), The Real Mother Goose (2010) and Heidi and the Kaiser (2011) were all Epic Award Finalists. Her only gay male romance, Second Chance, won the Epic Award in Erotica in 2011. Her story, Connections, was one of the runners-up for the 2006 Rauxa Prize, given annually to an erotic short story of “exceptional literary quality,” out of over 1,000 nominees, where awards are judged by a select jury and all entries are read “blind” (without author’s name available.)

  She can be reached on her website at www.selenakitt.com

  If you enjoyed POWER PLAY: EMILY AND THE PRIEST,

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  POWER PLAY: KELSEY AND THE EXECUTIVE

  By Selena Kitt

  Selena Kitt’s *Power Play*—where those uber-hot alpha authority figures take full advantage of their status to strike up all sorts of sexy naughtiness with their subordinates!

  Kelsey never dreamed her first job out of college with her bachelor’s degree in hand would be as a secretary. Still, she’s grateful to have any job at all
, with the economy at a standstill, and she consoles herself that she is, after all, an “executive” secretary to one of the most powerful men in the country. Oliver Pierce turns out to be a harsh taskmaster, and while her friends wonder how Kelsey got the job at all, with such a thin resume, Kelsey doesn’t have to wonder. It becomes quite clear very quickly that her lack of experience is exactly what Oliver Pierce was looking for, and she finds herself utterly seduced, happy to be his perfect blank slate, ready to be shaped and molded and made completely his.

  Selena Kitt Single

  Short Story—Big Bang!

  (approx 5000 words)

  Warning: This title contains hot, steamy nobody-writes-it-like-Selena-Kitt sex between alpha authority figures and their subordinates!

  EXCERPT:

  “Kelsey, do you have short-term memory issues?” He leaned back in his chair, loosening his tie.

  “N—no.” She could see where this was going, of course, but was helpless to stop it.

  He crooked his finger, motioning her forward. “Then you do remember what I said about your wardrobe yesterday?”

  She nodded, walking slowly toward him, feeling like she was in a dream. This wasn’t happening. Couldn’t be happening. Of course she remembered what he’d said. But surely one violation of the office dress-code didn’t warrant anything more than a warning. Another warning. Certainly not anything so dire as getting fired. Or worse.

  A spanking?

  “Did you read the dress code when I hired you?” Oliver inquired as she stepped around to his side of the desk as he indicated. He turned his chair toward her as she approached, her trembling knees almost touching his. She just nodded her response, looking down at him. “I must not have been specific enough, is that it?”

  “I—I don’t…” Kelsey’s breath caught when his hand cupped her knee in her striped stockings. His fingers caught the fabric of her tights and pulled, letting them snap back into place.

  “Striped stockings are not allowed,” he reminded her. “Black, navy or nude only.”

  “Oh.” Of course she knew—but maybe if she played dumb? His hand was still on her knee. No, her thigh. Oh that felt nice. His hands were big, covering a lot of area.

  “Do you know why?” His hand was definitely on her thigh. Nowhere near her knee anymore. She shook her head, making a little noise in her throat that she hoped might pass as an answer. “Distractions, Kelsey.”

  Oh it was distracting indeed. Very distracting.

  “There’s a natural polarity between the masculine and feminine, no matter their circumstances. Did you know that?”

  She swallowed, nodding.

  “Men and women—we’re like magnets, drawn together. It’s inevitable really.” His hand was on her inner thigh, slowly kneading her flesh. Kelsey could barely keep her breathing under control, trying not to show how excited she was, hoping he didn’t notice her knees quivering.

  “It’s hard enough for men and women to work together, side by side every day, without distractions like these.” His hand moved lower, lightly stroking the back of her knee. “Do you understand?”

  “Yes, sir.” She understood now, without a doubt, even if she hadn’t before.

  He looked up and met her eyes, his expression unreadable. “Take them off.”

  “Sir?” she breathed. He wasn’t serious. He couldn’t be.

  “Take them off.” He leaned back in his chair, looking annoyed that he had to repeat himself, crossing his feet at the ankles, his arms over his chest.

  Kelsey blinked, a part of her screaming that she should run straight to human resources and report this, but her hands moved to her hemline, trying to negotiate a way of taking her striped stockings off without having to pull her skirt up, and she couldn’t think of one.

  If the thought of being spanked over his desk had been humiliating, this was far worse. Now she had to face him, watch the corner of his mouth twitch, almost a smile, as she realized she couldn’t do this without hefting her skirt up to hook her thumbs into the elastic tops of her tights.

  Maybe he’s making you take them off so he can spank you?

  The thought was horrifying. And exciting beyond words.

  SELENA KITT’S OTHER WORKS

  NOVELS

  A Baumgartner Reunion

  Babysitting the Baumgartners

  Baumgartner Generations: Henry

  Baumgartner Generations: Janie

  Bluebeard’s Wife

  Falling Down

  Foreign Exchange

  Heidi and the Kaiser

  Letters to the Baumgartners

  Naughty Bits (Revised)

  Plaid Skirt Confessions

  The Baumgartners Plus One

  The Real Mother Goose

  The Song of Orpheus

  The Surrender of Persephone

  The Sybian Club

  Under Mr. Nolan’s Bed (Revised)

  Unfolding

  NOVELLAS

  Blind Date

  Escaping Fate

  Taken

  ANTHOLOGIES

  Back to the Garden (Revised)

  Baumgartner Shorts

  Confessions

  EcoErotica

  Modern Wicked Fairy Tales Volume 1

  Modern Wicked Fairy Tales Volume 2

  Modern Wicked Fairy Tales: The Complete Collection

  Quickies

  Shivers

  Tickled Pink

  SHORT STORIES

  A Baumgartner Christmas

  A Different Angle

  A Modern Wicked Fairy Tale: Alice

  A Modern Wicked Fairy Tale: Beauty

  A Modern Wicked Fairy Tale: Bluebeard

  A Modern Wicked Fairy Tale: Briar Rose

  A Modern Wicked Fairy Tale: Goldilocks

  A Modern Wicked Fairy Tale: Gretel

  A Modern Wicked Fairy Tale: Rapunzel

  A Modern Wicked Fairy Tale: Red

  A Modern Wicked Fairy Tale: Wendy

  A Twisted Bard’s Tale

  Advent Calendar

  Christmas Stalking

  Connections

  Core Deep

  Daddy’s Favorites:Anna

  Daddy’s Favorites: Darla

  Daddy’s Favorites: Tina

  French Lessons

  Garden of Eden

  Girls Only: Moms’ Night Out

  Girls Only: New Year’s Resolution

  Girls Only: Pajama Party

  Girls Only: Sybian Sorority

  Girls Only: The Hairdresser

  Happy Accident

  I’ll Be Your Superman

  Lassoing the Moon

  Lost Souls

  Man of the House

  Meet the Baumgartners

  On Cherry Hill

  Paperback Romance

  Power Play: Katie and the Dom

  Power Play: Kelsey and the Executive

  Pumpkin Eater

  Sacred Spots

  Second Chance

  Shorn

  Sibling Lust: In the Barn

  Sibling Lust: In the Fold

  Sibling Lust: On the Bus

  Sibling Lust: Under the Stars

  Starving Artist

  Stay

  The Flintstone Experiment

  The Gingerbread Man

  The Laundry Chute

  The Ride

  The Velvet Choker

  AUDIO

  Babysitting the Baumgartners

  Back to the Garden (Revised)

  Baumgartner Generations: Henry

  Baumgartner Generations: Janie

  Baumgartner Shorts

  Bluebeard’s Wife

  Confessions

  EcoErotica

  Falling Down

  Heidi and the Kaiser

  Letters to the Baumgartners

  Modern Wicked Fairy Tales

  Naughty Bits (Revised)

  Plaid Skirt Confessions

  Quickies

  Shivers

  Taken

  The Baumgartners Plu
s One

  The Real Mother Goose

  Under Mr. Nolan’s Bed (Revised)

  Unfolding

  COMING SOON FROM SELENA KITT

  Wolfmen (with J.A. Konrath, Blake Crouch and Stephen Leather)

  Power Play: Jodie and the Millionaire

  Power Play: Donnie and the Maid

  Power Play: Ivy and the Cop

  Daddy’s Favorites: Becca

  Daddy’s Favorites: Clara

  Girls Only: Girl Scout Trip

  Girls Only: College Days

  Girls Only: First Time

  Girls Only: Pool Party

  COMING SOON FOR AUDIO

  A Baumgartner Reunion

  Blind Date

  The Song of Orpheus

  The Surrender of Persephone

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