Page 81 of Forgive Me Father

“We’ve kissed,” I murmur, feeling the tension in his fingers increase. “But, to make you feel better,” I continue, slipping his ring back onto my finger, “he’ll never get this.”

Without giving him time to respond, I grab his shoulder and push him down into the office chair, his confusion evident as I turn away from him. I reach for his phone on the desk, pulling the flannel back over my head before straddling his lap, my back pressed against his chest. I drag his hands up to my breasts, urging him to cup them firmly.

“Eden—”

“Quiet, Roman,” I whisper, opening the camera on his phone, my body shielding his face from the lens.

I snap several photos, capturing the way his hands touch me possessively, our faces hidden, but the intimacy of the moment is there.

Turning around to face him, I pull the flannel back on, my legs running across his lap as he holds me, his expression a mix of frustration and something else—something almost tender. I show him the photos, and to my surprise, a faint blush creeps over his cheeks.

“So the moment lasts longer,” I whisper.

I tuck the phone into his pocket, my hand grazing over still-hard cock, feeling the heat of him through his pants. “I’m done with the lessons Roman,” I hiss. “Next time, I want the real thing.”

Sliding off his lap, I grab my pants and underwear, slipping them on while he watches, his face caught between confusion and disbelief.

“Where are you going?” He asks, his voice edged with something close to desperation.

“To a dinner date,” I sigh, straightening my clothes, letting my eyes roam over him one last time.

“Not something we can do right now, but we should change that,” I tease, throwing him a playful smirk.

“What? Go on a date?” He questions, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. “Priests don’t date.”

“Oh, really? Well, I guess you’ll be the first,” I warn, giving him a pointed look. “Otherwise, I’m fucking Luca.”

His eyes widen in shock, his mouth dropping open as he stares at me.

“God bless you, Father,” I mock, smirking as I head for the door. “Consider that payback for slapping the shit out of me.”

I step out of the room, leaving him to think about the choice I’ve given him. Whatever he does next will tell me everything I need to know—how much of this is physical and how much of it is real.

I make my way to my car, my heart pounding in my chest. Once inside, I quickly send a text to Luca and Zoey, my fingers shaking from adrenaline.

Just as I’m about to start the engine, my phone buzzes with a new message.

R: My place. Tomorrow evening. Well, after the trick-or-treaters have gone to sleep. You want a proper date? Fine. You’ll be staggering into November.

A smirk tugs at my lips as I pull up the calendar on my phone. Tomorrow is Halloween.

The Devil's Night.

Hebrews 12:28 (NIV): "Therefore, since we are receiving a kingdom that cannot be shaken, let us be thankful, and so worship God acceptably with reverence and awe."

Chapter 22

Eden

“What the hell is that?” I ask, staring at the Halloween costume Zoey had picked out for me at Spirit Halloween.

“Oh God,” Luca sighs, covering his face with his hands, while Aiden stops the slow rock of Zoey’s chair to get a good look at the ensemble she’s holding up.

“It’s a sexy nun,” Zoey says proudly, lifting the skimpy costume with a grin that makes me want to disappear into the floor.

“Aiden is going as Clyde, I’m going as Bonnie, and Luca can go as—”

“If you say a priest, Zo, I’m going to vomit,” Luca interrupts, his hand resting on my thigh. My nails dig into my palm, resisting the urge to brush his hand away.