“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, sleek, bare legs. His mouth quirks into an appreciative grin, even as the guard cracks a joke about him having more than his due share of fun this week, then shuts the door behind Damon.
“Excited to see me, little fiancée?” he asks, his voice low as he steps forward into the room.
In response I push to my feet and step toward him, letting my gaze sweep over his body the same way he’s studying me. Sure enough, there’s already a bulge growing in his pants. I smirk and glance back up at him, hips cocked. “Not as excited as you are to see me, it seems,” I reply.
He mirrors me, stepping closer as well, until there’s barely an inch of air between us. It hums with energy, with all the pent-up lust we’re both holding back, barely. His smile turns feral as he reaches out, fingertips an inch away from my hip, where they hover without quite touching me, making my body ache for his warm, rough touch. “I beg to differ, darling.” He bends down, until his lips are a centimeter from my neck, and breathes in deeply. “Mm. I can smell how excited you are from here.”
My cheeks go red-hot. Because, of course, just his mere proximity already has me wet as hell, thinking about what he did to me last time. Wondering what he’ll do this time.
But I have business here. I need to keep my head on straight. I tilt my head to meet his gaze, smiling, our lips inches apart. “I want real information today, Damon. No more hints and half-clues. None of this ‘the money is in the same county where I left it.’ Tell me what I want to know.”
To my surprise, Damon smiles right back at me and nods. “I will, Ashley. I’ll tell you whatever you want to know… As long as you make it worth my while.”
I lift one eyebrow. I’ve heard this before. “What do you want, exactly?”
“Simple.” He steps back, and for a moment, I gasp in air, trying to clear my head.
That doesn’t last long. Because his hands have shifted to the clasp of his prison-issued pants, and he’s undoing them slowly, gaze still boring into mine. “Ever since you begged me to make you come with that sexy mouth of yours, I’ve wanted to feel those big lips wrapped around my cock.” He undoes the zipper, and pushes his pants down his legs. His boxers slide after, and his cock springs free, already rock-hard.
My eyes widen as I take him in. Not only is he ripped, with that sexy V of muscle pointing straight toward his cock, but he’s hung, too. Long and thick, curved slightly upward at the tip, a bead of precum glistening, practically begging for me to lick it off. The scent of sex, already thick in the air from both of us sweating at the sight of each other, seems to grow thicker. All I can think about is him, his juicy cock, and how badly I want to drop to my knees and wrap my lips around him. I want to feel him in my mouth, to see how deep I can take him. Whether I can handle him.
“What do you say, dirty girl? Do have a deal, Ms. Marrón?”
I catch his eye. Study the feral lust written all over his face, his sheer desire for me. “We have a deal, Mr. Tell.” With that, I grab the sheet off the bed and whip it off. Dump it in a pile at his feet and fall to my knees on top of it, cushioned from the hard floor of the trailer.
He sucks in a sharp breath when I wrap my fist around the base of his cock, tracing his length with my hand first. He’s so thick that I have to reach up with my other hand to fit all the way around him. I trace his length, back and forth, slow at first, and lean down to flick my tongue across the head of his cock, licking off that delicate little pearl of cum.
“Hungry girl,” he murmurs, as his hands find my hair and dig through it, tightening into fists around my locks.
I grin and spread my lips to slowly inch him into my mouth. He hasn’t seen anything yet.
“That’s right,” Damon says, low in the back of his throat. “Take my cock in your tight little mouth.”
I open my jaw wide to slowly inch him deeper, teasing. But he’s having none of my slow moves. He grips my hair tighter and thrusts his hips forward an inch, pushing his shaft deeper into my throat. I tighten my fists around the base of his cock and relax my jaw, savoring the soft, velvet feel of his cock gliding across my tongue, and the hardness of his shaft under that soft skin. At the same time, I dig my tongue up against the underside of him, and smile to myself when I hear him moan, and feel his cock shudder between my lips.