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A knock has me tensing but I continue pleasuring him.

Aiden stiffens. “Busy.”

The door clicks open and I lift my head slightly, confused.

Aiden’s fingers dig into my hair. He’s short of breath, “Ricky? What the fuck man. I said I’m busy.”

I hear shoes tapping against the floor, I must have not locked the door properly.

“I know, I know. But I needed your advice.” Ricky’s tone is pleading.

He isn’t going to leave anytime soon.

With the fear of it being another coworker gone, I decide to have a little fun. It’s not often I see Aiden squirm. I take in as much of his cock as I can into my mouth without gagging and suck hard, trailing my tongue around his shaft.

He lets out a small moan, gripping my hair tighter. “Go. Ricky.” Aiden growls.

“I wanted to take Ashley out, somewhere nice. But I can’t think of any place. Please, man.”

I continue sucking, humming silently.

Panting, Aiden leans back in his chair. “Emilia is sucking me off under the desk right now.”

I stop, surprised. Ricky remains silent before bursting into laughter. I look up at Aiden and see an uneven smile. Fuck, he wins.

“That’s my cue.”

The door closes and I swat Aiden’s leg, scolding lightly, “Why did you tell him?”

He laughs before tugging on my hair, pulling my mouth back to him. He pushes down on the back of my head, forcefully guiding me down his length. He growls. “I knew what you were doing.”

I moan.

I love when he takes control. And he always takes control.

“Trying to catch me off guard…I think you forget who’s in charge here.” He shoves me down and I feel him deep in my throat as he unloads.

∞∞∞

Working for Aiden the past couple of weeks has been amazing.

But I’ve been dreading today.

Meeting my father’s killer for the first time.

It’s a cool morning. Aiden holds me close, escorting me to the car. I slide into the backseat and Aiden gets in beside me, pulling me tight against him. I have on a very conservative business casual jumpsuit, not wanting Aiden fighting with prisoners while I face my demons.

The loud clanking of metal doors opening and closing echoes throughout the prison. The visitation process passes by in a blur. Muffled sounds close in on me as I wait to walk into the room. I had assumed we’d be behind a glass wall, talking on a phone, like in the movies.

I was wrong.

The officer ushers us into an open room. There are ten tables with chairs surrounding each one. Similar to a small cafeteria. A dad is getting a visit from his wife and children on one side, and on the other, I see a man facing away from us.

Thomas.

Hesitantly, I walk up to the table, using Aiden’s arm for support. He slides my chair out and I sit, staring at my hands, too afraid to look up. I wish Mom was here with me, but I didn’t dare tell her. She would’ve flipped.

I look over to make sure Howard is close by. I’ve rarely seen any emotions on his face, but his eyes are glued to Thomas. His expression is angry, but Aiden…his expression is killer. Animalistic, as he stares down the man who murdered my father.

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