Flames Of Desire

By Pornelope

Father Matthew has taken sacred vows to the Church, and they don't include falling in love with--or making love to--pretty Marlie, the sexy teen who's had a crush on him for years. But when disaster strikes and they're stranded together on a camping trip, sparks explode and the flames of desire burn too hot for them to resist!

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"I’m sorry." When she finally spoke again, Marlie’s voice was strangled with remorse. "This is all my fault, and... I’m so sorry!"

Father Matthew glanced up in surprise, and was appalled to see hot tears brimming in her pretty blue eyes. “I don’t blame you, Marlie! If I hadn’t been in such a hurry...”

“But I was too close, and I fell and knocked you down! If I hadn’t...”

“I wasn’t watching my footing.”

“I still...”

“Marlie.” He cut her off by reaching over and curling both hands around her pale cheeks. Her skin felt as soft and fine as a baby’s. “This is not your fault. I wasn’t paying attention, and I knew better.

“Whenever God throws a hurdle in my path,” he continued earnestly, “I consider it a test. I’m very good at passing tests; I got the highest grades in my class all through high school and then in seminary. I will not fail this one...and I won’t allow you to fail it, either.”

“But I...”

“No, Marlie.” Firmly he shook his head. “We’re both going to come out of this safely, and stronger for the experience.”

She wanted to believe him! “My knee’s feeling better.” Her voice quivered as she told the lie...then she gasped in pain when he casually dropped one hand and rested it on her aching leg. “Well, maybe a little.”

She was so transparent, but trying so hard to be brave, that he nearly smiled. “We have enough food between us to last several weeks,” he assured her, “and plenty of fresh mountain water. The batteries in my flashlight are new, so they should last over a week if I keep the beam on low. And I have a whole pack of extra batteries in my backpack, because you just never know what you’ll encounter in the mountains.”

“So we won’t starve, we won’t die of thirst, and we won’t be lost in the darkness.” She managed a wobbly smile, and wished that she could feel as confident as he sounded.

“That’s right.” He gently squeezed her cold hand. “And once your sleeping bag dries out, you’ll be able to sleep more comfortably, too.”

“I liked it better sleeping with you.” Again she spoke without thinking, then blushed beet-red. “I mean, I..."

Father Matthew fought to ignore the surge of heat that rocketed through his lean frame as he remembered holding her soft, warm body all night long. “I know what you meant. I’m afraid we’ll have to keep doing it for a while longer. It’s so humid down here that your bag may take a long time to dry out.” Pensively he slid one long finger down a glistening rock, and wondered whether his wavering resolve would survive that long.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Boruma Publishing, LLC
• Release date: Jan 19, 2020
• ISBN: 9781370510757

Pornelope

Remember the old Nancy Drew/Hardy Boys books? Everyone thought they were written by Carolyn Keene and Franklin W. Dixon...but they weren’t. Over a dozen different authors contributed ideas and used those two author names, no matter which one of them actually wrote the book.That’s who Pornelope really is: a group of close friends all collaborating on stories and sharing the same author name. Why? Because collaborating makes our stories spicier and more interesting...and brainstorming and working together is fun!You may notice some differences in writing styles or word choices, but one thing will always remain the same:Pornelope offers well-written high quality erotica that’s sure to rev your engine!

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Flames of Desire

By Pornelope

Artwork by Moira Nelligar

Copyright 2020 @ Pornelope

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~~ All characters in this book are 18 or older. ~~

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"In a crisis situation, civilized man is stripped away. What remains is primal. The flames of desire burn strong. Needs denied by custom or tradition take command, leaving the rational intellect helpless and powerless to regain control. The results can be…explosive."

~~ Alexius - Greek Philosopher ~~

Father Matthew was…distracted.

It wasn’t really that difficult to understand. Marlie radiated blatant sensuality the way a floppy-eared puppy radiated cuteness, yet there was a curious innocence about her, an angelic sweetness that made her a fascinating enigma. Once a man saw her, he’d be hard-pressed to forget her.

She’d had an obvious crush on him ever since they’d met. He was flattered by her adoration, of course…what healthy red-blooded man wouldn’t be, when she hung on his every word and her big sapphire-blue eyes followed him everywhere with such rapt devotion?

But he’d made a solemn vow to the Church, and that left no room for casual flirtations—or anything else.

Normally he didn’t mind having Marlie constantly underfoot. Back in town, whether they were at the church or her foster home, there were always chores to do, or errands to run, that kept her at a safe distance. But out here in the wilderness, he could only ask her to go search for firewood or refill someone’s canteen in one of the swift-running streams so many times.

How on earth had he ever let himself be talked into this crazy idea? Back in the quiet safety of his cozy rectory office, shepherding a bunch of foster-home teenagers on a two-week hike through the nearby mountains had seemed like a wonderful idea. Fresh air, sunshine, God’s bountiful blessings on all sides. The perfect opportunity to commune with nature, and let His magnificent splendor bear silent witness to His vast power and glory.

But right from the beginning, things had gone wrong. Two days into their grand adventure, the mercurial weather had shifted and dumped near-Biblical amounts of icy rain on them. Several of their aging hand-me-down tents had started leaking, and four of the girls had caught colds. Father Charlie had taken them back down to town, and most of the other teens were wishing they’d gone back, too. Even though the wind had finally shifted and a watery sun was peeking through the dissipating clouds, their sullen grumbling was audible all the way across the big clearing where they’d hastily set up camp three days ago.

Father Matthew sighed. They’d gathered firewood before the weather had changed, and stored it in their tents to keep it dry. That had helped some, but not enough. It was still too damp to burn easily.

Hot food wasn’t an issue; they’d each brought along several dozen compact MREs, and those could be cooked using the flameless heaters included in each vacuum-sealed pouch. Whatever else happened,