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  Focus on here and now. He removed her shirt, and kneeled in front of her to pull down her pants and underwear. Every piece of flesh he exposed prickled in response. She thought he was going to stand up, but he nudged her legs apart and French kissed her sex, making her lose her balance.

  He pushed her, and she fell on the small love seat against the wall, her bare ass rubbing the suede-like material. Trent pulled her to him, planting her feet on his shoulders, showing her he meant business. She moaned, loving the way he took charge.

  He brought her pussy to him, and he licked her, paying her clit special attention. She threw her head back, and a sense of female empowerment traveled through her. Sex Stick was eating her out and she couldn’t brag about it. Maybe that was her punishment for their lusty affair: silence.

  “I love how you feast on my pussy.”

  He responded by adding a couple of fingers to the party. She shook her head from side to side, unable to keep still. He sucked her folds, licked her, and flicked her clit with his deft thumb. When he thrust his fingers inside her, like his cock would soon, she hoped, she came undone. The overwhelming feeling almost made her wish she’d be able to take more of his teasing, but she wasn’t. She screamed his name, shoved her fingers in his hair, and quivered against the sofa’s fabric until her body relaxed and her breathing returned to normal.

  He flipped her onto her belly, with her ass up in the air. “Your ass is amazing. I’m going to fuck it one of these days.”

  Trent smacked her buttock, and she heard the slap before she felt it. But oh, she felt it all right. A hot throb seared her skin, and he palmed her, squeezing her butt before he swatted her again. He snuck his hand under her and fingered her pussy. “You like this, don’t you? You like it rough.”

  “Yes.”

  He smacked her cheek one more time, this time it ached more than the others, and her skin burned. He positioned himself between her thighs and when the tip of his cock met her entrance she whimpered.

  “I know, sweets. So good.”

  “I love when you fuck me hard with your cock,” she said. “It’s the best feeling in the world.”

  He pulled her hair, and even though it wasn’t long, when he closed his fist in her hair a rush of adrenaline traveled through her. How she loved the idea of belonging to this man. Trent plunged into her, impaling her without mercy. He clutched her sides at the waist and added more impact to each one of his powerful thrusts. The sound of his heavy breathing blended with the noise of skin slapping skin. His balls hit her from time to time, and she loved the way he kept going, her inner muscles clinging to him like a drowning woman to a life preserver.

  “You’re amazing, Mia. I could fuck you forever.”

  Then do, she pleaded inwardly. She’d be his for as long as he wanted her, she decided unapologetically. Pleasure built in her again, and she moaned, each time louder, never more thankful for the soundproof area. He gave her one more deep thrust, and screamed her name.

  They both fell on the floor, side by side, glancing at the ceiling. His radio sounded, and he cleared his throat a couple of times before answering. She barely registered what the voice said, still lost in a daze. When he returned to her the radio had been muted, and he brought her a bottle of water. “You need to hydrate just in case it’s a long night.”

  She’d take any long night with him over a lonely one in her sad bunk, listening to her bunk mates snore away. “What’s the problem?”

  “I told them you’re with me, under my watch, in case they miss you when they do the head count. The maintenance personnel are fixing the mess at the cafeteria, so we’re obviously not a priority. They’ll ping me when they are on the way. By the way, I’ve got something for you.” He reached in his drawer and grabbed a package.

  She turned to him, and he held a golden box of Ferrero Rochers. A jolt of happiness moved through her, and she kissed his cheek. God, if he still wanted anal sex he could have it right now, she’d pretty much do anything he asked. She loved those chocolates. He opened the box for her and she picked one out. “This is so sweet. Thank you.”

  He gave her a small smile. “I have a hard time when I’m not with you, Mia. It’s something new for me.”

  She took a bite of the yummy piece, the mix of chocolate and nuts in her mouth, the highlight of food porn for the past year. But somehow his words dimmed that exquisite experience. He cared for her. She’d been wrong in the past about so much but, shit, she couldn’t be wrong this time.

  “I know what you mean. I can’t wait to be with you. I’ll miss you when I’m gone,” she said, and reached for the bottle of water he’d brought her. She took a long drink, hoping to keep from saying more and getting herself in trouble.

  “Maybe we can still see each other,” he said, taking her hand. His fingers intertwined with hers, his thumb making invisible circles on her palm. “I’d love to see you in a dress.”

  So would I. One of the most depressing things about life in Leland was the lack of clothes. When she left, she would stay away from beige. She put the bottle to the side and glanced at their tangled hands. Somehow it felt right. “Only because it’s easy access for you.”

  He brought her hand to his mouth and kissed it. “No. I want to see you in every way. Good and bad.”

  Her stomach dropped. Goose bumps raised on her arm. “Seriously?”

  “Yes.”

  “It’d never work. You’d lose your job if they found out you dated an inmate,” she said. Maybe she ruined the romantic vibe, but she had to bring it up. Damn it, she needed to hear from him that being together after her release wasn’t an option, otherwise she’d start believing they could.

  “Then they won’t find out.”

  Would she settle for being his dirty little secret once she left Leland? He wouldn’t be able to keep an official girlfriend out of this life. What about company parties, Christmas gatherings at the warden’s house? “What will your parents say when you bring home a former convict?” she asked.

  He squeezed her hand in his, sending a thrill of excitement through her. “If I cared about what my parents thought, I’d be home in L.A. being a lawyer.”

  “Aha. So, you’re a rebel,” she said casually. His family seemed well-off and snobby, the opposite of him. Was that why he slept with her? Because, even subconsciously, he enjoyed going against their will? She willed the dreadful thought away.

  “Aren’t we all a little bit of a rebel?” his gaze dropped to her lips, and she crossed her legs one over the other.

  She put a chocolate in his mouth, and he ate it without taking his stunning eyes off her. A spark flickered in his blue eyes, and she foolishly felt responsible for it. And oh, what a wonderful sensation. “How come you’re still single?”

  He let go of her hand and popped his knuckles. “I was married once, for two years.”

  “Not a long time.” Her parents had been married for thirty-seven years, and she’d always looked up to their commitment to each other. Maybe she hadn’t looked close enough, which was why she’d never taken that step. But two years was either a short marriage, or a long mistake.

  “Yet it seemed like forever.” A long mistake.

  She nudged his elbow, wanting to know more. Damn it. This should have been about sex, not sharing personal failures. But now it was too late. “I take it you two aren’t simpatico.”

  He chuckled. “No. A couple of years into law school I realized I didn’t like it. Deborah didn’t agree; she shared my family’s values. I guess I didn’t know how different I was from all of them until I had a different opinion. We all make mistakes.”

  She rolled her eyes. Ya think? “I dated most of them.”

  “What am I to you? Another mistake?” he asked without a trace of amusement on his handsome face.

  “I hope not. I see you more as an unexpected adventure.” And a liability, but she kept that part from the conversation. How long would said adventure last? “What am I to you?”

  “You’re a l
ot more than I expected,” he said, and leaned down and kissed her. Unlike the other times, there was no urgency to it. He swirled his tongue on hers, slowly, evoking so many immediate reactions from her body. Her pussy clenched, another coat of her essence slicking her folds. He cupped her face, intensifying the strokes of his tongue on hers, and she swallowed a moan.

  She slid on his lap, and he cupped her breasts as he nipped her lower lip. She bucked into him, her hips unable to keep still with all the delightful throbs her clit kept darting at her. “I have a surprise for you too,” she whispered. “I’m not ovulating. You can come inside me, if you want. If you trust me.” She’d done all kinds of exams when she arrived at Leland, following the procedure of federal prisons. She wasn’t sure if he had access to her complete medical chart, but if he did, he could double check she was clean. She hoped, though, he didn’t have to.

  “I do.” He planted a small kiss on her nose. “And I’m safe.”

  “Me too.”

  Thankfully, she trusted her ovulation chart of British punctuality. He gave her another toe-curling kiss, and she matched him stroke for stroke. She touched him, happy to see his cock grow hard and thick under her command. When she welcomed him inside her, they both moaned in tandem, their bodies getting used to one another. She rode him and he made circles on her buttocks, pressing the small of her back and adding more intensity to the pleasure. “Yes. Yes.”

  She shifted back and forth, each time coming so close to losing it. But she wanted the experience to last, that crazy hot sensation of no barriers between them to stay forever. He slid his finger in between her ass cheeks and she squared her shoulders. He sucked on her lower lip then released it with a pop. She relaxed again, her shoulders dropping a notch.

  “You’re so beautiful, Mia. I want to own every part of you,” he said, and his finger reached down to her anal entrance. His words raised goose bumps on her skin, and her head bobbed—dizzy with the overwhelming pleasure threatening to rip her in half. With her compliance, he played with her hole, his finger prepping it for what she assumed he’d do at another time. “Your hole is so tight. Perfect. Do you like this?”

  “Yes.”

  With his other hand, he squeezed her breast, and when she arched toward him for more, he squeezed the other one. A strong wave of pleasure drove her and she wasn’t sure she could suppress it. She drove herself faster, withdrawing a bit then sitting all the way onto his large cock. He groaned, and she continued, then he lifted her up without disconnecting his finger from her passage and sucked on her tit. Her whole being became one giant bundle of nerves about to burst. “I-I can’t take this anymore. I’m coming,” she said, while she still managed to string words together. He nipped her breast, adding to her hyper awareness, and within seconds she screamed his name and moaned, free and wild.

  He brought both hands to her ass and held it firmly, then thrust his cock into her. One. Two. Three times. On the fourth plunge, he growled and trembled against her. She held him as he spilled his warm seed inside, filling her. She kissed his cheeks, his jaw, his lips and a silly part of her wanted to believe what he’d said about her. But was he the exception to the guys she dated in the past, or was she reliving old relationships?

  “Did you hear what happened?” Ana Hernandez whispered from the lower bunk. Across from them, the other two bunkmates snored away.

  “Not exactly,” Mia said. By the time they had retrieved her from Trent’s office, most inmates were already back to their bunks and lights were out. The guards kept a close eye on them, making rounds often.

  Mia glanced over her shoulder, and when Bruce turned around to go talk to the guard in the station, she slid down to Ana’s bed. She was too hyper to sleep after the impromptu night of lovemaking she’d shared with Trent. “What happened?”

  Ana sat on the thin mattress. “Torres fought with Smith.”

  The image of Torres’s burly body came to mind, and Mia immediately felt bad for scrawny Smith, a meth addict who had come to the prison about five months prior. “Why?” Mia asked, if only to carry on the conversation. She’d witnessed grown women fighting over frivolities like tampons and a Milky Way candy bar.

  “Because Torres thought Smith hit on her girl.”

  “Wow, did she?”

  Ana Hernandez shrugged. “They’re segregated from the rest of us until they talk to the disciplinary board in the morning. Then they’ll probably go to maximum security, at least one of them. Probably Torres.”

  Mia crossed her legs. “Because she instigated.”

  “Because Smith is prettier. Last time Torres shaved her legs, Obama was president.”

  Mia chuckled, then quickly covered her mouth so the guards wouldn’t hear them and tell her to go back to her bunk. After fights everyone seemed on edge. “Do you think the board will do that? They seem honest.”

  Ana rolled her eyes. “Mia, I don’t know what you’ve been putting in your stale cereal, but you need to get real. Some guards take advantage of pretty girls. Hell, I wouldn’t be shocked if counselors did the same.”

  Mia’s stomach hardened, but she looked Ana straight in the eye and said, “I never heard anything.”

  Ana gave her a once over, perhaps deciding if she believed her or not. Or maybe I’m just paranoid. “Girl, after three stints at five different prisons, I’ve heard it all. By the way, did you know our warden might leave? My friend cleaned his office the other day and overheard him talking to his superiors.”

  Mia shook her head. She never made much of the current warden. Llewellyn seemed straight-laced and didn’t have any scandals muddying his reputation, as far as she knew.

  “Word is he’ll get a bonus if he finds a replacement right away. His assistant can’t wait. I bet his assistant is in hot water because he made out with an inmate once, and if she says anything, he could be fired.”

  Mia pretended to listen to the rest of Ana’s hot gossip. Pretty soon she’d have to go to her own bed before the guards walked in their direction. A pang of relief washed over her. At least she didn’t have anything to worry about, after all, Trent was a counselor and therefore not up for the warden position. Otherwise they could be in serious trouble.

  Chapter 5

  “What’s this?” Jack asked when Trent handed him the papers asking for permission to take inmates off property, along with his recommendations.

  Trent sat on the seat in front of him. “I emailed you my plan to take inmates off property at least once before their release. Here’s a list of three inmates who are due to leave within a month. Each one has a list of why I think they’d benefit from it. For instance, LaShonda Shamar has been on property for four years. She’s been helping in the kitchen for almost two of them. I’d take her to a restaurant whose manager I already spoke to and show her around, show her what positions are available in the real world and give her something to strive for,” he said. The conversation with Mia in his office, a couple of weeks ago, had sparked the idea. He’d spent his time off working on how to propose it to Jack and hoped he’d bite.

  “And these are all non-violent inmates, is that correct?” Jack asked, glancing at the paper.

  “Of course. Their crimes were non-violent and they’ve shown good behavior at our facility. I thought I could start with these three and see how it goes. I can do it on my Saturdays off, so it won’t affect my regular schedule at work.” Of course, he’d added Mia’s name to the list, but not only because he wanted time with her. He would take her to a gardening supply store and a landscape business to show her what it took to succeed in that line of work. He believed in her, and imagined she—as well as the other two—would benefit from having something positive to look forward to after their release.

  “Why would you use your days off?” Jack scratched his head.

  “Full disclosure—if this works, besides implementing this program here, I’ll also add it in a book I’m penning about unorthodox programs for inmates.”

  Jack rocked back in his chair and f
lashed the type of a smile a grandfather flashes after his grandkid wins a soccer tournament. “See. You’re a forward thinker, Trent. That’s why I need you to replace me one day.”

  Ever since their conversation, Jack hadn’t mentioned anything more about the possible promotion. Trent imagined maybe it didn’t go through. He’d have to make the decision when the time came. If the board agreed with Jack’s recommendation, would Trent even accept the title? Accepting meant ending his affair with Mia. How could he keep it going if he became the maximum authority in the prison? A lump lodged in his throat, and he reached for his collar. “Have you heard anything new?”

  “Not yet, but it’s looking good,” Jack said, and proceeded to scrawl his signature on the document. “Make sure you talk to the guards about this. We need time frames and locations. If any of these women take off…”

  “They’re close to release. They won’t screw it up,” he said. He’d handpicked the three women he trusted, and who had a lot to lose if they acted out.

  Jack handed him the sheets of paper. “True.”

  “Thanks Jack.” Trent stood, and Jack did the same. They shared a firm handshake, Trent nodded and left the office.

  His pulse spiked. He’d done it. He was that much closer to nailing down ideas to create the program that would hopefully help keep prisoners out after release. Sure, the study would take time and it’d be baby steps… but he’d get it done.

  He wanted to share the news with Mia. They had grown closer these past weeks. He should be getting her ready to leave, instead he kept growing more attached to her. She didn’t just set his body on fire, she ignited his heart. He didn’t have a meeting scheduled with her, but he couldn’t wait one more minute to tell her.