Page 99 of Charity's Redemption

“You need to find a different coping mechanism. The world will never survive with the amount of showers you take.”

“Please,” she said as I bit her lobe. She hissed, then dropped the spatula on the counter, her fist clenched around it. “Between the shit I have to think about and you three men, I should be in there more often.”

I backed away from her, then leaned against the counter with my arms folded across my chest—my cock still hard from her depraved mind.

After depriving her of an orgasm before, I never thought she’d be devilish by doing the same to me. Of course, her walking away didn’t stop me from spraying my cum all over the tiled walls, but it wasn’t enough.

I needed the sound of her moans as I powered into her.

I needed to feel her choke my cock as she came around me.

I needed her… just her.

Wiping the thoughts from my mind, I moved on to the important topic at hand—the reason for her extra long shower.

“What happens if he doesn’t get released today?”

“I confess to a crime I didn’t commit, have Parker put me in the same cell, and kill him there.”

My eyes widened, but as she turned around with a smirk on her face, the tension in my chest eased.

“Kidding.”

“Damn right you are.”

She chuckled, pulled a paper towel off the roll, placed it on a plate, and then put each slice of bacon on top. “I don’t know what I’m going to do, but I’ll figure it out.”

“I’m sure we can get someone on the inside to take care of it. Or Elias will just get ganked.”

“Ganked? No. If Adams isn’t concerned about Zoe ratting him out, then I expect him to get released in time. I doubt he’ll want to go to the club now, but that won’t stop me from getting creative.”

“How are you going to do that with his security detail?”

“Jack be nimble, Jack be quick.”

“You’ll read them a nursery rhyme?” I shook my head.

Charity cracked two eggs in the bacon grease, frying them up. “Do you want one?”

“I’ll take the bacon.” I reached for a slice, but she slapped my hand with the hot utensil.

“You eat eggs and bacon or nothing at all.”

I nursed my hand, even though she hit it with a gentle tap. “Fine.”

She sighed. “I don’t know what I’m going to do. I’m just hoping it all works out as planned.”

“That’s pretty risky for an important mission.” I opened up the cupboard and set the table with cups and silverware, then placed the plates next to the stove.

“You don’t have to tell me that, Max. I’m well aware that I’m taking a risk with this. But what choice do I have?” She flipped the eggs, waiting a few minutes, then flipped it again, only to break the yoke on one. “Dammit.”

“I’ll take that one. I’m not crazy about yokes.”

She tossed me a faux look of horror. “That’s sacrilege.”

“But of course, I’ll eat anything you put in front of me.” I popped bread in the toaster and waited for her to plate everything.

A devious smile replaced her look of shock. “Anything?”

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