and his business, which at this point, I was more than happy to do. Every inch deeper the cops dug into his files, they uncovered new depths of depravity. There are more murders hidden in there, more cover-ups, more despicable things than I could have possibly imagined. I can’t believe I went along with it for so long, naively believing that I knew my father, that he would never sink so low.
Until Damon opened my eyes. Until I finally took a long hard look at the life I was signing up for.
As for Damon… “I don’t understand,” he says under his breath as we climb into my car. “How did you get me out of here? Even without the murder charge, I should be in for at least a decade for armed robbery.”
“Dad took the blame for that too,” I say, a sly smile curling my lips.
He frowns. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, I… shall we say, persuaded him that it would be in his best interest to claim he blackmailed you into participating in that robbery.”
Damon tries to keep frowning, but his expression gets the best of him. A little smile starts to tick at the corner of his lips. “You’ve gotten better at bargaining since we first met, I take it.”
“I prefer to call it negotiating,” I reply with a flip of my hair, as I reach down for the keys. “And it wasn’t difficult. All I had to do was remind him of the men I have at my fingertips. His men, who would be very displeased with my father if I were to, say, call and tell them my father went to the cops and named names…”
Damon laughs softly. “Beating Marrón at his own game.”
“I’m a Marrón too,” I point out. “What can I say? I learned from the worst.” I grin, hard and pointed.
Damon leans across to cup my chin in his palm. His calloused fingers are rough against my soft skin, and it sends a shiver of delight up my spine. “Just promise me you’ll use your newfound negotiating powers for good,” he whispers.
“Always,” I murmur. Then he leans forward, and this time, when our lips meet, it’s soft and sweet. I close my eyes, let myself sink into him. And then, engine still idling, I let him wrap his hands around my waist and draw me up out of my seat. I slide across to the passenger side and straddle him, both hands buried in his thick hair. He runs his hands down my sides and slides them under the hem of my tight sheath dress. With a naughty grin, he starts to inch the dress higher on my hips.
“We’re in public,” I point out, glancing through the windows at the other cars in the parking lot. Most are empty, but there’s still the prison guard in the distance, standing outside the back gate where they released Damon.
In response, Damon leans over to turn up the heater, so the windows begin to fog. “Your point?” he asks, grinning wider.
“You’re dangerous,” I whisper, leaning back down to nip at his neck as I reach between my legs to grab the buckle of his jeans and start to undo them slowly. I can already feel the hard press of his cock straining beneath me.
“Oh, I’m just getting started.” Damon pushes my dress up over my hips to expose my bare ass to the world. Because, of course, I forewent panties again today. One last panty-free prison visit for the road.
He chuckles softly at finding me bare, and bites my shoulder, just hard enough to make me gasp. His fingers slide between us, spreading my pussy lips, as he starts to stroke my slit slowly, building the pressure inside my belly. I finish undoing his jeans and wriggle them down his hips, only to find him bare as well, no boxers beneath.
“I took a page out of your book, dirty girl,” he says with a smirk.
I grin and catch him in another long kiss, even as my fingers slide around his cock and start to stroke his long, velvety length. He’s already rock hard for me, and the feeling of his hard length, knowing that I have this effect on him, only makes me wetter.
He rolls his thumb across my clit, and I gasp into his mouth, which makes him laugh, a low, throaty sound that sets off a thunderstorm in my chest. “I love how wet you are for me, Ashley.”
“I love how hard you