Page 211 of Marcello

“They’d probably want to fuck you, too.”

He laughed. When he kissed me, I bit his lower lip.

He pulled away and shook his head in disbelief. “All right – if we’re going to do it, let’s go.”

We eventually found a small, dilapidated church that would have been perfect – but the front doors were locked.

“Come on, let’s go,” Romeo said.

“Hold on just a second.” I walked around the side of the building and pointed at an enormous, empty stone archway eight feet above the ground. “Look – there’s a broken-out window. Boost me up and I’ll unlock the front door from the inside.”

“Are you serious?”

“You’re a big, strong man,” I cooed. “You can lift me up.”

“What if there’s broken glass? You could get cut.”

“I’ll be careful.”

“There might be homeless people inside – drug addicts – ”

“It’s a church.”

“Yeah, and you want to have sex inside it. Don’t you think somebody else might have some similarly fucked-up ideas?”

“Come onnnn.”

“No.”

“If it looks like anybody’s in there, I won’t go inside.”

“No – ”

“But baby, I really want to suck your cock,” I pleaded.

He paused and looked down at me.

I smiled and wiggled my eyebrows.

I could tell from his expression that the little angel on his right shoulder was saying, It’s a really BAD idea –

But the little devil on the left shoulder won out.

“…fine,” he grumbled. “But look around first.”

We went over to the window, and he bent down, wrapped his arms around my thighs, and lifted me up.

God, he was so strong!

Unfortunately, I wasn’t.

I grabbed the stone windowsill, but was unable to pull myself up.

“I can’t – ”

“Hold on,” he grunted.

He put his hands beneath my feet and lifted me like a cheerleader in the Kirsten Dunst movie Bring It On.