Page 48 of Devious Gambit

“It’s not a date.”

“So, why do I need to dress up?” Great question and I had no fucking idea why I wanted her to make an effort. I had no fucking idea why I had a black cloud over my head right now. The sooner I get her naked the better, but first…

“I’ve been thinking that you should visit your old man in prison and get his side of the story,” I suggested.

She took a sip of beer, swallowed and burped. I’d never been more turned on. “I’ve been thinking that too,” she admitted.

“I’ll drive you there,” I proposed. I wasn’t being nice, I was seeing the mission through to the end. Brainwashing was needed first, so she’d know what to ask him. “We could get a hotel room and stay the night.”

“Okay. But I’ll answer his letter and ask him if he wants to see me first.”

Fuck. That would only delay the event by a couple of weeks, maybe more. “Christmas is just around the corner, so why don’t you surprise him by turning up. Besides, if he didn’t want to see you, the prison officers will let you know when you book a slot.”

“How do you know so much about it?”

Research, Rhys, research. “Maybe we should book a visit with him tonight for next week.”

“It’s moving too fast, Jace.”

I felt a twinge in my gut when she spoke my name. She never called me by name; it’s either Mr. Ed or nothing. I handed the meal to her and climbed on the bed next to her with my back against the headboard. She took a forkful and hummed at the flavor when she chewed it. A dimple appeared in her left cheek when she chewed and her lips grew seductive. Fuck, she was irritating me.

“Are you in a grumpy mood?” she asked.

“Yes,” I bit.

“Why?”

Because you won’t fucking do as you’re told and… “I’m horny as fuck.” And it pissed me off seeing you with that guy, just after I read you poetry. I wouldn’t say that aloud because I’d sound jealous when I’m not.

“Do you want to do it now and get it over and done with?” she offered, licking pesto off her bottom lip.

“Yes. I’m getting fuck all sex these days,” I informed her as I pulled her sweater off, revealing another hundred fucking layers of clothes underneath.

“Why? I thought you’d have lots of choices,” she asked in that sweet, innocent voice.

I froze. “Do you think I got a different girl every day?”

“Maybe.”

“That’s a lot to coordinate, Rhys. I’d have to hire a PA.” But while we’re on the subject, “Are you sleeping with anyone else?”

“No.”

Good.

We placed our meals on the bedside table and proceeded to strip our clothes off, stealing under the blankets where it was warmer. After slipping the condom on, I entered her with little foreplay because she was already wet and I needed a fuck. Plain and simple.

I pounded her hard to release all that pent-up tension and it worked. I came. She didn’t. Her problem. As I lay on her nice squishy tits she whispered into my ear, “You didn’t teach me anything.”

“What?”

“I thought I was going to get a lesson, but that was the same position as last time.” She was so serious that I cracked up.

“That was a lesson, Rhys. I’m very disappointed in my student. Weren’t you paying close attention?” I lifted my head to examine her cute face, screwed up in confusion. “That’s what we call a ‘quick fuck.’ Next time, I’ll do different position. Okay?”

“Okay. Are you feeling brighter,” she asked, combing her fingers though my hair.

“Like a sunny day in Maui.”

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