THE PASTOR’S WIFE AND THE CHURCH’S BAD BOY

GLORIA

It was Sunday morning.

The kind of morning where the birds sang like they were in a choir, sunlight leaked through the curtains, and the whole world felt holy.

But me?

I woke up horny.

Horny as hell.

“What the fuck is wrong with me?” I whispered, pressing my thighs together.

I slid a hand under my nightwear before I could stop myself, my fingertips grazing the soft curls between my thighs. My breath hitched instantly. God… ...