I lock onto his heated stare. “The cells are monitored, so I can’t kiss you the way I want to right now,” he says quietly, his face a mask of professionalism aside from the vivid hunger in his eyes. “I can’t press your back to the bed and ravish and fuck you the way I want to, or experience the elusive tongue tricks you keep bringing up. And after the hours of panicking when I couldn’t find you, I can’t hold you and remind myself that you’re okay. I can’t do any of that right now, and it pisses me the hell off,” he says, his teeth grinding with frustration.
I swallow hard at the intenseness of his energy and the rasp of his words.
“But don’t worry, Sunrise, I’ll figure out a way to make all of that happen and more. Because you’re stuck with me now.”
The smile he gives me is filled with affection and dirty promises of things yet to come. I return it with my own, and he winks before backing up out of my cell, his gaze never leaving mine.
“Looking forward to it, Glow Worm,” I purr as he closes the cell door. “Be sure to check out the camera in my cell tonight after lights out. And just know I’ll be thinking about you the whole time I make myself come. Again...and again...and again.”
Rook bites his bottom lip. Hard. “That’s not right to do to a male, Sunrise,” he chastises me as he shakes his head, his eyes lighting up with even more want.
“So, it’s a date?”
“You better believe it,” he confirms, and then he disappears down the hallway.
My smile is massive, and my heart is fluttery as fuck. I look around my cell and sigh dreamily. Now to get to work on some lingerie to really up the ante for tonight. As annoying as it is that my inmate status is keeping us apart, I can’t deny that it ups the naughty factor. I mean, sneaking around is hot in itself, but a criminal sneaking around with her forbidden prison guard? That’s a hundred times hotter.
Yo ho, yo ho, it’s an inmate’s life for me.
14
“Inmate 11764. Get up and put your back against the wall.”
I groan, my mind jerking out of the heavy sleep I was having.
“Inmate 11764!”
Wrenching my eyes open, I try to blink the bleariness away as I realize that this is a bad repeat performance. “Go away,” I mumble into my silk pillow. “Tell Alpha Bowen I don’t want any more luxuries.”
“Inmate!” Sandbag snaps. “Last warning. Get up and put your back against the wall.”
“Dude, seriously. I’m all luxuried out. Keep it for yourself as a PG perk.”
I hear the door open, and I sit up grumpily, ready to wave away whatever new bribe options necessitated this early as fuck wake up call, but my eyes widen when I see the Warden standing there along with several more guards. All of them look grim, and they’re definitely not bringing in more silk pillows. My eyes flick over to find Rook standing in the back of the group, his mouth drawn into a thin line.
Fuck, this doesn’t look good.
I immediately scramble to my feet, nearly tripping when my legs get tangled in the sheets, and then hurry over to the wall and put my back against it.
The Warden stalks inside, his trench coat slick with shadows curling around his body in ominous waves. Threat. This man is a threat. My cockatrice watches him with wariness while I try not to visibly shake as I stand here in nothing but a pair of panties that I bedazzled and my uniform shirt tied in the middle.
Shit, is this about my little happy hour show last night? Mortification blooms in my chest at the thought of any of them seeing what I was doing. When I notice the other guards leering at me, including Sandbag, I cross my hands over my chest, my face burning. Stupid. I’m so stupid.
The Warden walks around my tiny cell room, his steps short and his eyes assessing as he looks over every crevice. Nobody says a thing or moves an inch. I can feel the Warden’s displeasure spiking up higher and higher as he takes everything in.
Finally, after what feels like forever, he comes to stand in front of me. “Where are you, Inmate 11764?”
Is this a trick question?
“Umm…prison?”
“That’s right,” he says with a nod. “You’re in prison. So why the fuck do you think you have a right to