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Her nipples press into the fabric, and I can’t help but stare at them longingly.

She’s an addiction I’ll never curb. When she leaves here, I’ll be a changed man, down to my very marrow.

“So, we can go back to normal?” she asks.

I want to laugh. I want to ask her what the hell normal between us even was. This gnawing tug toward her only gets stronger daily, and I’m wondering if we’re both fools for ignoring it.

Hell, I’m wondering if it’s something destined.

“We can,” I say anyhow, deciding it’s better to keep all the bullshit in my head where it belongs, locked away in a vault, never to see the light of day.

“Good. Now, did I hear you say something about food earlier?”

I smile. “You did.”

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

SLOANE

Last night changed something. It took more guts to stand before Luca naked—more than I usually need, even when I’m on stage.

His eyes on me were hazy with arousal, and I couldn’t stop my heart’s racing as I tried to keep my back straight and my chin held high.

I’m here for safety.

I’m here for solitude.

But I can’t deny that I am dying to sink to my knees and know what he tastes like.

Fuck.

I’m dying to have a moment alone where I can sink my hand beneath my panties and…

“You alright?” Luca asks, and I realize I’ve been standing in front of the coffee machine, staring off into space as I fantasize about masturbating to images of him.

Clearing my throat, I pour coffee into my mug. “Fine. You?”

If he senses the lie, he doesn’t let on.

I notice he’s in slacks and a button-up, meaning he’s working in the church for some kind of business today. It’s Friday, so it’s not his day to lead Mass…

“Where are you going looking all handsome?” I regret the words as soon as they’re out, and it has me looking back into space and wishing I was less awkward around him.

He’s just a man.

Just a run-of-the-mill, ordinary, beautiful, sexy, priestly man. With silver hair and dark eyes, and…

“Sloane?”

“Hm?”

Fuck, I need to get laid.

“I said I’m going to the church today for a bake sale. Would you like to come?” he asks me.

“Well, I thought I couldn’t be seen?”

“I hardly think that Barone is coming to the St. Andrew’s bake sale, but you could stay in the pews on the second floor. When I can get free, I’ll bring you a treat.”

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