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Jake’s nostrils flared. Before he could say anything else, my arms circled his neck, and I leaned in as far as I could, putting my lips to his. He began to kiss me back, obviously forgetting whatever threat followed his train of thought. I moaned, and his tongue slid past my lips, plundering my mouth. Jake’s hands were on my hips, bringing me close to him, then finally, on my backside, squeezing the soft flesh. My fingers fumbled with his belt buckle. A frustrated noise was stuck in my throat when I couldn’t get his jeans undone.<\/p>\n

Chuckling softly, Jake unbuckled the leather and unzipped his fly. I went for the hem of his T-shirt, tearing my lips from his to let him peel it off. Sexual hunger clawed at my insides at the sight of his chest, packed tight with the inked muscles I’d slept on for the past few nights.<\/p>\n

Completely naked, he went for the camisole I was wearing over my bra and peeled it off my body. The bra came off, then my jeans, and finally, I was left in my red lacy panties. There was a feral look in his eyes when he spotted those. Probably there was a wet patch on the crotch, the evidence of my arousal.<\/p>\n

“These were kind of expensive,” I teased, running a fingertip along the flowery waistband. “Mm-hmm.” He was closer now, breathing so heavily I could hear it. He pulled me to him, putting his mouth to the side of my neck and sliding his hands into my panties. “You make me so goddamn crazy. You know that?” I let out a whimper when his hands curled into fists and he tore the lace away from my hipbones. His fingers slipped to the entrance of my pu\u0455sy, parting the soft folds and pushing inside.<\/p>\n

I let out a gasp, pushing my hips against him, and he thumbed my \u0441lit.<\/p>\n

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There were a lot of things I wanted to tell Jake Ford on that freezing, butt- biting Monday morning. In my head, I made a list of things I would rather say than what I had to say. Like how the bus doesn’t come anywhere near the Sallow Penitentiary, so I had to walk a mile to the prison gates. In flip-flops, no less. Like how my boyfriend, Seb, didn’t understand why I had to come out here in person.<\/p>\n

“Why can’t you send a letter?” he’d said. “Why can’t you just call?” Like how Jake’s orange jumpsuit had some kind of red stain on the front that may or may not have been blood. I didn’t think they gave inmates ketchup. I watched Prison Break sometimes and I couldn’t imagine Michael ever asking T-Bag to pass him the ketchup.<\/p>\n

So…the stain on Jake’s jumpsuit was definitely not a condiment. “Hey, Jacob,” I began, a little too loudly. The prison guard looked at me, raising a bushy eyebrow. Jake nodded at me in wordless greeting. His hands were on his lap, and I knew that, just like his ankles, they were handcuffed. A stainless steel table was between us, keeping us apart.<\/p>\n

“To what do I owe this immense pleasure, Maya?” His voice was gravelly, like he didn’t use it much, which was probably true. I didn’t imagine that he spent his days talking to his fellow inmates about the concrete walls and barbed wire that kept them inside. I cleared my throat, swallowing hard. God, this was so difficult. I should have been used to this kind of thing, but I really wasn’t. I’d only finished my practical work that year and had been working at the nursing home for a few months.<\/p>\n

“You look well,” I offered lamely, and he quirked a brow at me, as if to call bullshit. But really, he did. Look well, I mean. I hadn’t seen him since his arrest, back when everyone was swearing up and down that he was as innocent as a newborn.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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