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Not because I’m obsessed or anything.

Anyway, I digress…

There’s speculation about what’s prompted #PrisonBae’s return, but I’ll hold off making my predictions. Seems best to do a big reveal once I have confirmation.

Until then, submit your images and updates to keep us all in the know. I mean, what’s more important than having the scoop on everyone’s favorite group of misfits turned local royalty?

Oh, and #PrisonBae, don’t be fooled. You’re hot and all, but don’t think for a minute this means you’re exempt.

One false move and the entire city will know about it.

Sleep tight…

Later, peeps :)

—P

Chapter Twenty

West

Our bedroom goes dark, then I hear the sound of Blue’s feet padding closer. Her silhouette passes in front of the window, then she lies down on her side of the bed. There’s more space between us than usual, and I’m guessing that’s for the same reason she’s been quiet with me since everyone left.

Things got awkward at dinner, and I’m not even sure what I did or said that rubbed her the wrong way, but I’ve been withthis woman long enough to know when she’s upset. Specifically, when she’s upset withme.

Frustrated with the distance between us, I reach for her waist, and with a slight tug, she lets me pull her closer, until her ass curves perfectly against my pelvis. It doesn’t take long for my dick to respond, and to my surprise, she doesn’t pull away.

My lips are on her shoulder the next second, kissing a trail beside the strap of her nightgown. Her breathing deepens as my hand splays flat against her stomach, feeling it tense beneath my touch.

The pull toward my wife isalwaysintense, but tonight it’s like I’m not even in control of my own damn body.

“I fucking need you,” I say, breathing the words against the rim of her ear, and she quivers against me.

Because I didn’t bother with clothes after my shower, a slow thrust of my hips moves my bare tip down the smooth, pink satin of her gown, and I’m fucking throbbing for this woman.

I move my hands higher over her torso, not stopping until I feel the softness of her tits, brushing my thumb across her nipple, and the feel of it pebbling against my fingertips has me biting down on my lip.

Seven years together, and she still gets me rock hard, like we never moved on from being the horny teenagers who used to make out in the hallways of our high school. She was my everything then, and she’s somehow more than that now.

I can’t fight the urge to be inside her any longer, which has me reaching for the hem of her lingerie, pushing it over the curve of her hip before gripping her thigh. She lifts her leg without hesitation, arching her back when I align my dick to enter her from behind.

“Fuckkkk.”

That single, groaned word is the only thought my brain can put together because, shit… her pussy is fucking addictive.

Hot.

Tight.

Sofucking wet.

She reaches back and grips my ass, pulling me in again and again.

Harder.

Faster.

I push into her. To the hilt. And my girl’s already whimpering, taking every inch of my dick. So, so deep.

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