orgasm is short and sharp and just leaves me wanting more again. Because it’s nothing like the high he gave me.
And I want to feel that again.
That scares me.
I finish washing up, then get dressed. This time I make sure to put on panties under my jeans, since I’m sure my daydream reminiscences about Damon aren’t finished.
When I look presentable again—or at least less like a woman who’s recently been fucked in the conjugal visit cell of a prison—I head downstairs to find my father.
He’s in his study, as usual. I walk in on the tail end of his meeting with Jasper, the latter of whom shoots me an appreciative side-eye as he walks past me toward the door.
“Back from your dirty business at the jail?” he asks, licking his lips as he passes.
“That’s enough, Jasper,” my father replies calmly from behind his desk. Jasper merely shrugs and slams the office door behind him. Dad, I notice, doesn’t reprimand him any further than that.
“You realize he’s a total creep, right?” I ask, the moment the office door is shut.
“I don’t employ him for his sunny disposition,” Dad points out. With that, he goes back to organizing some papers on his desk, all but ignoring me. “How did it go today?”
“Better. The money is still in the same county as the jail. It’s close.”
Dad’s gaze ticks back to me for a fraction of a second, one eyebrow raised. “That’s good news. But you don’t have any leads on an exact location?”
“Not yet. Damon is warming to me, but not enough yet. I need…” I pause, tongue flashing across my lips as I think how best to word this. “I need more time to win his confidence fully.”
“So you decided to ingratiate yourself with him instead,” Dad muses. “Not a bad idea, if outright threats didn’t work last time. You’ll need to go back and visit Damon again, though. Soon.”
“Of course,” I reply. I must say it a little too fast, or a little too eagerly, because Dad’s attention flicks back to me from his papers, and this time, his eyes narrow in suspicion.
“Does the prospect of spending more time in a conjugal visit jail cell amuse you, Ashley?”
“Of course not,” I answer, voice steady. I keep my gaze locked on his, because I know how much Dad appreciates eye contact. That’s one of the first things I learned from him. How to look someone dead in the eyes and lie. “I want to do good work for you, Dad. I failed to get the information you needed the first time I took on this job, but now I’m making progress. I intend to see this thing through, no matter what it takes.”
Dad holds my gaze for a long, quiet moment, during which my palms start to sweat. But in the end, he smiles, a slow-moving thing, a real smile, the kind I don’t receive from him very often. “Good. Good, Ashley, that’s what I like to hear. You’re finally taking some initiative.”
“Well, you’ve finally trusted me enough to give me an important job,” I counter, letting a slight edge creep into my voice. Because it’s true—I’ve been waiting for him to give me a real assignment in this business for far too long.
“You’ve proven that you’re ready. You’re smart, Ashley. You know when a job is just a job, and how to perform that job optimally.” He sighs and turns back to his work, shaking his head a little. “It’s just a shame that Damon Tell wasn’t as smart as you. Now he’s paying the price.”
I leave the office with those words ringing in my ears. Now he’s paying the price. Is that what awaits me, if I fail to do this?
I square my shoulders. Doesn’t matter. Because I won’t fail. I have Damon right where I want him. And now, I’m going back to finish the job.
5
This time, the guard drops me off in the conjugal trailer before Damon arrives. I take the opportunity to position myself to best advantage, reclined across the bed with my low-cut top hanging just at the edge of my bra, low enough to reveal the lace, and my tight skirt hiked around my thighs, barely long enough to conceal my pussy. I skipped the panties again. I’m learning what Damon likes.
The moment the door opens and Damon steps inside, his dark eyes jump straight to me and remain fixed there. I purposefully, slowly uncross and cross my legs, drawing his attention to my long,