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Who the fuck was that felon bitch to judge her?
She wasn’t a drunk. She was a responsible woman who simply liked having a few cocktail sips throughout the day. Then if she wanted to, she’d have a shot or two before bed from the bottle she kept hidden in her nightstand, or the one in the back of her shoe closet.
That didn’t make her a damn alcoholic. She could stop anytime she wanted to, she reasoned in her mind. But she didn’t want to. She loved a good damn drink. Period.
Still, how had that little twat known?
“Vodka, right?”
She shuddered. Then her mind rolled back to images of Lewis in that sexy handstand, naked, baring her hairy cunt—the slightest hint of her mocha-colored flesh filled with a pinkish center—on display. God, it had been a sight to behold.
“Tell me, Warden. You like pussy?”
Subtle she was not. Yet, there was something refreshing about the inmate’s bold, saucy attitude. The thought caused a slow ache to roil in the center of the warden’s sex.
God, she’d love to be smothered in that wild, unruly cunt; her face glazed with her juices. Her mouth . . .
She swallowed. The tip of her tongue slid out of her mouth. She’d never licked a woman’s snatch before, never even kissed one. But she found herself growing consumed with curiosity. Obsessed with sex. Any kind.
Twosomes, threesomes, foursomes—hell, a whole gaggle of men and women—she didn’t care. She simply wanted sex. Wanted to be fucked the way she’d been seeing on those online porn sites.
Drinking, watching porn, and fucking herself to sleep had become her favorite pastimes. She was so lonely. She craved human contact. Yearned to know the taste of a woman. Ached for the stretch and burn of a dick bigger than what her husband had. He was eight inches hard. She sadly admitted to herself that she missed him fucking her. He’d always felt so good inside her. Good sex was always what they’d shared.
But fuck him now.
Now she wanted new dick. New experiences.
The ringing phone interrupted the dark desires floating around in her head, and she reached gratefully for it.
“Warden Kate here,” she greeted.
“What time will you be home tonight?”
No hello, hey . . . nothing. The warden frowned. “Why?” she asked curtly.
“We have Reggie’s retirement party tonight. Remember?”
What the hell? No, she didn’t remember. Though she adored her brother-in-law, Reginald, she’d actually put it in the back of her cluttered mind. He was retiring from the New York City Police Department after thirty years of service, and his wife and children were throwing him an elaborate dinner party at TAO—an upscale subterranean restaurant in the Chelsea district of New York.
Midtown traffic would be hell. God, she hated being stuck in traffic. She almost hoped he’d go ahead without her. Never knowing what side of his bed he’d roll out of, she never knew what he’d do from one day to the next. Hell, she wouldn’t have been surprised—or upset, if he had taken his floozy with him in place of her.
“Oh. That’s tonight?”
“Yes, it’s tonight,” he replied, irritation coloring his tone. “I told you this over a week ago, Lee.”
She bit her lip and squeezed the receiver of the phone. “I know you did,” she snap
ped tersely. “It slipped my mind.”
He huffed. “Yeah, like everything else.”
She blinked. “And what exactly is that supposed to mean, Othello?”
He sighed. “Look. I didn’t call to argue with you. I only want to know what time you’ll be home? I don’t want to be all night getting there.”
She had the mind to tell him to go fuck himself. That she wouldn’t be coming home. Instead, she glanced at the time. It was a little after one in the afternoon. “What time is his party?”
“Six-thirty.”
