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I slam the bat down one final, blissful time and pulverize his knee.
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I slide into bed next to her the minute I get home, hoping my absence will have gone unnoticed, but she’s awake and asking where I’ve been.
“I won’t apologize for the lengths I’ll go to to keep you safe,” I vow, unrepentant.
“Tell me.”
I stroke her hair, shaking my own head in response. “That’d make you an accomplice. You have a gold medal to win, I can’t risk it,” I point out.
“You can’t keep me safe if you’re in prison,” she responds, voice soft as she burrows her face into my neck.
“Depends. Would you come see me?”
Nera hums against my throat, the vibrations sending heat waves straight to my heart. “Only if they let us have conjugal visits.”
“Pretty sure I’d have to marry you to get access to those.”
She gives me an appalled look.
“What, you don’t want a prison hubby?”
“No, thank you.”
“Fine,” I sigh, dramatically. “I guess I’ll have to sign up for one of those civilian pen pal things to keep myself entertained then. Find myself a crazy cougar looking for a sugar baby on the inside.”
“No.”
I lift my brow at her. “What do you mean, “no”?”
She tilts her head up from the curve of my neck and nips at my jaw sharply in warning. “If you’re in prison for murderingmyex-boyfriend, you don’t get to write another woman about it.”
Her eyes shine angrily, my possessive little thing. I tighten my arm around her and pull her even closer.
“Would you write to me then?”
She hides her face back under my chin.
“If you wanted me to.”
I hum, my heart beating faster.
“Dirty stuff?”
She tilts her mouth up to my ear. “The dirtiest.”
A violent shiver rolls down my body, stiffening my cock.
“See, but that’s a problem.”
“Why?”
“Because if you write me nasty little letters for me to wank to, then I’ll definitely have to wife you.”
She laughs, chest shaking against mine as her breathy giggles hit the shell of my ear.
“A prison wedding,” she mutters sleepily, her words groggy. She trails off and I think she’s fallen asleep, but then she speaks again, even more softly this time. “At least we know I look good in orange.”
