Prison Fling - Page 4

Wouldn’t their time be better spent with friends and family? Or hell, even watching TV?

It was fucking weird.

But the world has a lot of strange people, so I continued to listen, eyeing the curvy female.

Shit, if she was leading this project, then I needed to be a part of it.

Casually, I got up, moving silently across the room to join the group.

The girl’s eyes flickered in my direction, the connection immediate.

Because there was a surge electricity. Not a tiny blip, but a giant arc crackling like a live wire between us. My body stiffened involuntarily, blue eyes going dark.

Fuck, she was gorgeous.

Absolutely stunning.

And Laney could feel it too. The girl stammered a little then, cheeks burning red.

“I’m sorry?” she turned away quickly. “I’m sorry, could you repeat that question again?”

The brunette shot me a sideways look, inhaling unsteadily, before trying to focus once more.

It drove me insane. All I could think about is having her lips wrapped around cock, fist tangled in her hair, pulling her further and further along my length until she choked.

My fantasy became intense, picturing all the naughty things we’d do together. I’d have her screaming my name before long, begging for it. I’d have her on the floor, writhing and panting, swaying that big bottom.

A man can dream right?

But when our eyes met again, it was pure heat.

Damn, this wasn’t a fantasy.

The girl was gonna be mine.

Suddenly, the crowd began to rise, papers rustling, a couple jokes ringing out here and there.

“Aw yeah, I’m gonna do photography,” Little Mickey bragged. “I had an instant camera back in the day.”

John Gun barked hoarsely.

“You fucker. They don’t even use instant cameras anymore. Ever heard of digital? Yeah loser, you been in here too long.”

It was sad, but true. We’ve lost touch with the outside world, some more than others.

But Laney took charge then.

“Alright, could everyone who’s interested in writing for the newspaper please step forward? We’ll be breaking into one-on-one sessions to discuss specific interests and potential projects.”

One-on-ones? Oh yeah. This was my opportunity.

With some skillful maneuvering, I managed to muscle my way to the front of the line. A few of the other inmates glared, elbows sharp, but I shot them warning looks. And they caved. Oh yeah, my dominance and control are relentless even here in San Nemo, those fuckers reduced to grumbles and shuffling feet.

Because live with it assholes.

That’s my girl.

You ain’t gettin’ a chance with her.

And with a winsome smile, Laney gestured.

“Sir, over here,” she said. “You’ll be meeting with me.”

Oh fuck.

She was calling me Sir?

The word was exactly right on her lips.

Confidently, I stepped forward, sitting across from the female. And incredibly, the girl was even more beautiful up close. Big brown eyes. Chestnut curls. And don’t even get me started on that body. Curvy and luscious everywhere, hills and valleys to spare. Just sitting there made me want to jump that sweet form and pummel her hard.

For a moment, Laney just stared at me, like a deer caught in headlights, lips slightly open and trembling.

Good girl.

Feel scared.

Feel aroused.

Because you’re getting it.

But then she shook herself, as if waking from a dream.

“Hi, I’m Laney,” she managed, holding one small hand out. I took it in mine, giant fist enveloping those small fingers.

She swallowed then, brown eyes wide, staring up at me once more. And in response, my own breathing grew hoarse, raspy and hard.

But I’ve been with a lot of women. This sweet thing wasn’t going to get under my skin.

“Hey,” I growled. “Mason Evercore. Nice to meet you.”

She nodded, a slight tint of pink flushing over those cheeks.

“Nice to meet you Mr. Evercore,” she said. “Please sit. Now before we begin,” she said shyly. “Can I get you something to drink?”

I almost laughed aloud. There’s no food or drink around these parts. And not just because it’s a library. It’s because this is the San Nemo, a federal prison, and not a five-star hotel.

But the girl continued like nothing was wrong.

“The warden’s provided bottled water,” she said, nodding to a table by the side. “Can I get you one?”

Oh shit, oh shit. I was wrong. They’d pulled out all the stops for this event, and sure enough, there were twenty bottled waters lined up, standing like sentinels against the wall.

“Naw, I’m good,” came my rumble. “I’m fine, thanks.”

“Okay sure,” she said in a firm voice, trying to remain professional. “So let’s talk about you. What excites you about working for a paper? Do you have a background in publishing, any special skills I should be aware of?”

I almost choked with laughter again. My conglomerate owns the San Antonio Herald as well as the Austin Star Gazette. Publishing experience? Please honey, I got it in droves. But there was no need give things away so soon.

“Naw,” I said smoothly. “Just like to read. Seemed like a good fit for my interests.”

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