“Goddamn right you do,” she murmurs.
I chuckle. “My goodness, Delilah Somerset, and here you are taking the Lord’s name in vain. What sort of wicked sins have I dragged you into?”
“I don’t know,” she purrs, and her eyes spark into mine. “But maybe we could get out of here and you can drag me into whatever sin you want?”
My cock pulses, and my hands tighten on her as I grin wolfishly.
“Ma’am, I’ll have you know, I am a preacher—”
“Hey Gabriel?”
“Yeah?”
She grins. “Shut up and kiss me.”
Oh, and I do.