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Regardless of their feelings for me, I’m doing this for them. They aren’t getting any younger, and they deserve peace before they die. And I want justice for Annabel.

Stepping back inside as the last couple of people make their way out of the church grounds, happily chatting away, I find Blake chatting with Sydney.

I knew the son of a bitch wouldn’t be able to stay away. I stride down the aisle, ignoring them, only for Blake to call out to me.

“Reverend Stone, I was hoping to catch you for a quick word,” Blake calls out. “In private,” he adds as I turntoward them. Sydney stands beside him, her brow furrowed in confusion.

Planting a smile on my face, I say, “Of course.” I turn my back and begin walking toward the back office, leaving Sydney. Footsteps fall in behind me, and as soon as we are out of sight and earshot, I spin around and face Blake.

“What the fuck are you doing here? We agree you’d stay out of church.”

“No, you said that. I never agreed to those terms. Besides, I wanted to see for myself.” He blows out a breath. “She’s something.”

“Fuck my life!” I exclaim before continuing down the hall, Blake close behind.

CHAPTER FOUR

BLAKE

“That’s a whole lot of blasphemy for a vicar. As penance, I think you should get down on your knees and suck my?—”

“Do not finish that sentence, Blake, so help me god,” Ro says as he whirls to face me in the small office we’ve entered. He slams the door shut and stalks to the desk, sitting in the rigid, high-back chair, which looks about as comfortable as a case of piles. Not that I’d know what that’s like never having had them but...

“This is not the time for you to fuck around, Blake. How are you going to explain our relationship?”

I move forward cautiously and step around the desk, keeping my eyes on him. I stop in front of him and half sit on the desk.

“Tell her how much you like to rail my arse every night,” I joke even knowing it’s going to piss him off. But I like him when he’s pissed—literally and emotionally.

He surges from the chair, gripping my chin, his eyes alight with fury, but before he can speak, I cut him off.

“Hey, I was messing with you.” I cup his face, enjoying the tick of his jaw and bristle of his scruff against my palm. “I’m sorry. I know how important this is to you. I was just trying to?—”

“Make me mad enough to fuck you in a church?” he says, his fingers tightening on my chin as his eyes drop to my lips.

“It’s on the bucket list.” My cock is hard as hell at the thought, but now isn’t the time. He’s wound tight but it’ll have to wait till later. I’m about to tell him I’ll settle for a kiss when his lips slam down on mine. I open instantly, letting him in, letting him take his fill. He presses his body to mine, the hard length of him brushing against my own. Precum leaks from the tip of my dick, and I release a groan. It takes everything in me to remain still, to not rub against his body and get some much-needed friction.

Breaking the kiss, our lips still touching, he whispers, “You’re going to pay for this later.”

“I can’t wait,” I whisper back. Reality crashes back in as footsteps echo down the hall. Ro steps back and I quickly move to the other side of the desk and take an empty chair in an effort to hide my very fucking hard dick. A knock comes at the door just as Ro sits.

“Come in,” he calls, and a second later Sydney appears as the door swings open.

“Sorry to bother you, but I didn’t want to leave without saying goodbye,” she says, stepping just inside the room. I twist my head to look at her over my shoulder. There’s a slight blush to her cheeks, highlighting the freckles I noticed earlier, that does nothing to soften my cock. In fact, quite the opposite. Her eyes fall to mine for the briefest of moments, then back to Ro.

“Thank you for your help today.”

“Of course,” she replies. Looking back to me, she adds, “It was nice to meet you, Blake.”

“You too, Sydney.” She prepares to leave, and I can’t help myself. Jumping from my chair, erection be damned. “Hold on, Sydney.” She pauses, then slowly drags her gaze from the floor,looking at me from beneath hooded eyes. Eyes sparking with desire. A smile tugs at the corner of my mouth.

“Is something the matter?” she asks coyly. And fuck me her innocence would make me hard if I wasn’t already.

“Not at all. I was hoping you’d say yes to meeting me for a drink sometime.” A burn drills into the back of my head from Ro’s glare. This is not part of our plan—well, it wasn’t. But this couldn’t be more perfect. I know Ro will be in once I talk him round.

“Oh.” Her eyes widen with surprise, and her mouth forms the perfect O. “Erm…” She looks to the floor before quickly bringing her eyes back to mine.

“I’d really like to get to know you better,” I say as I sense her on the verge of denying me. To seal the deal, I give her my signature smile—it’s the equivalent to a Joey Tribiani “How you doin’”. And just like that she falls.

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