Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27369 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27369 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Her cheeks redden as she tucks her chin and looks down at her lap.
“I just meant that there’s something about this place that you get on you and you can’t wash it off. I don’t want that to follow you around.” I finally let my eyes travel below her neck and to her body. “You are so fucking beautiful.”
She looks at her outfit as if seeing it for the first time before she looks up at me. “Thank you.”
“Did you wear that for me?”
She nods and bites her lip and I know we’re both thinking the same thing.
“And underneath?”
She nods again and I lick my lips. I bet her pussy is wet right now and it’s touching pale pink lace. Would it be damp when I touched my lips to it? Would she smell like sunshine there, too?
“It’s all for you.” Her gaze meets mine and I have to force myself to breathe.
“Why?” I ask the question I can’t stop from spilling out.
“Why would I do this for you?” Her eyebrows pull together in confusion.
“Why would you write letters to a man in prison that almost killed someone? Why would you call Congress and Supreme Court judges daily to get him out? Why would you come in here dressed like an angel with a pussy so sweet and juicy I can smell it from here? Why would you look at me like you want me to crawl over this table and fuck you on the floor?”
Her lips part as she gasps and for a second I think I’ve done it. I’ve scared her so completely that she’ll run out of here screaming and never look back. But to my utter shock she leans forward and looks directly into my eyes.
“Because I want you out of here so you can do those things to me.”
A warm pulse of desire slides down my back and all the way to my cock. It’s thick and pulsing with need and when she leans back and sits up straight I have to sit there like she hasn’t just rocked my whole fucking world. I can hardly breathe as her words sink in and I nod.
“You better be careful what you ask for.”
“I think I can decide for myself what I can handle.”
As crazy as it sounds I haven’t been really thinking about getting out. I was planning on doing my time and figuring out life after I was paroled. There are things waiting on me outside these walls, but what did I really have to live for before her? Now I’m sitting here staring at everything I’ve ever wanted and I’m ready to do what it takes to get out of this place.
“I’ve been contacted by my lawyer telling me we’ve got a case,” I say, and her eyes widen in surprise. “I don’t know how you’ve done it, but they’re reviewing all the notes from the trial and I’m waiting to hear what happens next.”
“Does this mean you could get out sooner?” There’s too much hope in her voice and I don’t want to break it.
“I don’t know.” I answer honestly because it could go either way. If they find fault in the documents, then I could get a mistrial and go free really fucking soon. But if they don’t it’s at least another year before I’m up for parole. There wasn’t the urgency before that there is now, and I’ve got her to thank for that.
“I’ll keep calling, I’ll keep emailing. Whatever it takes to get you free.”
“You’ve already done the hard part. That was getting someone to listen.” She looks shy when I praise her and part of me loves it.
“I can be persistent.”
“I’ve noticed,” I say, and I feel myself smiling for the first time in a long time.
“Don’t look at me like that,” she says, and she sounds breathy as she stares at my mouth.
“Like what?”
“With that smile. It’s going to make it impossible for me to leave you here.” She glances around and already we’re closing in on our time.
“I need to tell you something but I don’t want to hurt you,” I say, and her eyes come back to mine.
“Okay,” she says, steeling herself.
“I don’t want you to come see me again.” I can’t help myself and I reach for her hands. I hold them in mine and they’re so soft and warm. “You can’t be in this place. Not for me, not for anything.”
“Rocco—”
“Promise me,” I say, cutting her off. “Promise me you won’t visit me again.”
“Hands!” I hear the guard behind me shout and I let her go. I don’t have much time but I don’t want it cut short.
“Promise me, Lizzy. Promise me you’ll keep yourself safe and you’ll stay as far away from here as you can.”
“And if you get out?” Her big blue eyes look up at me and I nod.