Page 147 of Vicious Games

I get it now. That phrase? It’s not just about marriage.

It’s about this. Us. Her.

As long as Frankie’s happy, the rest of my world also stays in balance.

I lean in and kiss her again, soft this time. Reverent.

“We should really go,” she murmurs against my lips.

“Just one more second…” I whisper, not ready to let go of her just yet.

“You think I don’t know what ‘just one more second’ means?” She laughs, feeling my cock already hardening inside her again.

“Round two?” I arch a mischievous brow.

“You’re incorrigible,” she grins, even as her hips subtly shift, teasing me, like her body’s considering it.

But before I can properly seduce her again, voices echo through the chapel.

Shit.

Frankie quickly scrambles off me, tugging her panties back in place and fixing her clothes in a quiet frenzy. I do the same, tucking myself away, trying to get my breathing under control.

“Someone’s here,” she whispers, pressing her eye to the slit of the confessional curtain.

I lean beside her, shoulder to shoulder, peering through the small gash to see which unlucky soul decided to interrupt us. Whoever it is just made their way onto the top of my shitlist.

But just as I’m plotting all the ways to make whoever interrupted us suffer, a familiar voice grabs my attention.

“We shouldn’t be here. Someone might walk in,” Father Alejandro says.

“Everyone’s too busy hanging Christmas lights to come here,” my brother Enzo retorts as he shoves the priest onto the first pew, kneeling in front of him.

“Close your eyes, babe. We don’t need to watch my brother give head,” I groan, trying to cover my girl’s eyes.

Frankie turns her head over her shoulder with an amused grin. “This is the second time we’ve caught one of your siblings in the act. Do all the Romanos have sex on the brain?” she giggles, then covers her mouth, eyes wide, hoping the couple outside didn’t hear her.

“I don’t know about them, but I sure fucking do,” I grumble, pressing my already-hard cock against her ass.

“Stop.” She turns to slap my chest. “And think of a way for us to get out of here before your brother and—wait…” She peeks through the curtain again. “Is that Father Torres?” she hisses a bit too loudly, forcing me to clamp a hand over her mouth.

“Shh, babe,” I whisper in her ear, pulling the curtain fully closed to give my twin a little privacy. “I’ll explain everything after they’re gone.”

She relaxes enough for me to let go, but the unmistakable grunts and moans coming from the other side of the curtain have her cheeks turning pink.

“That turning you on, Frankie?” I whisper again.

She mouths “no,” but the way her face flushes says otherwise.

“I’ve opened Pandora’s box, huh?” I tease. “My little perv.”

She scrunches her nose and covers her ears, trying to block out the increasingly loud wails of Alejandro coming undone.

Once it’s over, I pull her hands down and place a kiss on her cheek.

“They’re done.”

“Are you sure?” she asks breathlessly.

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