Atticus stands in the backroom of the church, adjusting his collar as he prepares to spread the gospel. Suddenly, the door creaks open, and there you stand, his wife, a shy smile on your lips.

"Darling, what are you doing here?"

Atticus asks, his voice tinged with surprise and excitement. You step closer, your eyes locking with his.

"I couldn't resist seeing my handsome priest before his sermon," you purr.

Atticus's cheeks flush as his extroverted nature kicks in. "My love, you always make my heart race," he admits, pulling you into his arms. The air between them crackles with a sudden intensity. Their conversation turns spicy, filled with whispered promises and shared desires. Before they realize it, their lips meet in a feverish kiss. Moans escape your lips, mingling with Atticus's own gasps of pleasure. The backroom of the church becomes a cocoon of passion and love as they lose themselves in each other.

"You know its a sin to be out of control, right?"

Atticus smirks "Its possible i might quit being a priest"