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“What are you doing?” She panted over her shoulder. Her eyes locked with mine like gemstones in chipped hazel hues of smokey quartz and dazzling emeralds. Her fingers clutched the book in her hand tighter while holding the edge of the shelf.
“File that book and I’ll tell you how Hector got himself arrested today.” I watched her eyes dilate and her hand slipped missing the shelf, the book falling to the floor open and cracking the spine. My tongue lapped at her core eating her out half bent over.
“Fuck Cohen.” Her lips parted, my name a hoarse moan. I smiled into her crease rubbing my nose against slick skin as I inhaled her scent again like it was the only oxygen I could take in. Kissing her pearl, I sucked spreading her as wide as her legs would hold her up on the ladder. She wasn’t far off the ground but the instability kept her tightly focused on not falling as she shuddered around my lips. Her juices tasted tart on my tongue, fueling my addiction to her. I shouldn’t, but I did, and damn the consequences.
I let my tongue do the talking until she whimpered out an orgasm, legs shaking and thighs soaked from her pussy. I wanted her to be free, free to shout her desire from the top of her lungs, but that time wasn’t now. Instead, I had to settle for this stolen moment with her lips bitten and groans escaping her throat.
Reaching for her, I cupped her mouth to keep her quiet.
“Hush, Nene.” She pulled my hand away to speak.
“How?” Her panting urged me on. I nipped at her, stroking her from front to back, earning another leg quaking shudder. I wanted her legs useless as I had my wicked way with her. I loved the feel of her underneath me at my mercy. I only wished we were in a bed somewhere, anywhere but here under steel and cement casing with barbed wire borders.
Someday.
Maybe.
“Bad drug deal. They finally got enough to bring him in and question him. I don’t know if it’ll be enough for a solid conviction lasting more than a few months, but we’re so close. All we need is someone from the middle of his operation to roll over on him.”
I turned her around, her pants hanging from an ankle, and moved her to a table top in the corner away from the locked door and windows.
“You need more though. Evidence and names.”
“Yes, but I don’t care about that.” I leaned in to kiss her again, shoving up her top, exposing her pert breasts to my view. Sex wasn’t part of our deal, but fuck I wanted her, every inch of her if she let me.
Her hand rested against my chest, nails digging into to my heart stalling me. The prick of her barely there nails owned me.
“I’ll get it for you. Maybe I can talk to some of the girls in the Sunshine Sisters, maybe…” Her eyes desperate darted to the door. I feared she’d try something I wasn’t asking or expecting her to do.
My hand guided her face back to mine and I looked her in the eyes. “No. I think we can do this another way.” I assured her, peppering kisses on her face and neck letting my head hang down to rest against her soft belly.
Her hands pulled my face up to her lips, “Cohen.”
We shared the same breath, our hearts beating in sync and for a moment I felt it, the guilt of all the details I left out of this conversation.
I couldn’t tell her that Maris gave us information to follow up on that was proving to be helpful. I still had to keep up the guise for her safety. The less she knew the better. The moment I stepped away from her she was at risk for retaliation.
“No, Nene.” I said, firmly yanking her pants off. I didn’t want to use her as a source of information anymore.
“I can do this for you.” Her hand trailed down my chest. “I can do this for me too.”
I grabbed her hand stopping her.
“I said no and I meant it.” I watched her face, the way her cheeks flushed and her eyes narrowed their focus. Obedience, following the rules before prison hadn’t suited her. If I learned one thing about Benedicta Cruz in this short time, she would do things her way. She was a survivor.
“Cohen,” she pleaded.
I interrupted her.
“No.”
Maybe she preferred I fuck her into submission.
She said nothing, and instead, lifted her shirt off, and reached for my belt. She undid the leather yanking it hard jerking my hips forwards. Next my pants were unbuttoned and she pulled my cock out rubbing the tip. Her fingernail grazed me and the sting was worth the pleasure.
Using both hands, she squeezed tightly as she rubbed the bead of pre-cum down my shaft. I pulled a condom out of my pocket, and she took the square, opening it. We were rough pulling and playing, and the latex split going down my shaft.
“Shit.” Nene muttered. I took a deep breath, giving myself a moment before succumbing to the madness of Murphy’s Law.
