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"If you want to touch yourself today, that's fine, but no orgasm without me. Is that understood?"

Her eyes widened as his meaning sank in. This made her frown. “That's just mean," she said.

He chuckled. "Not mean, Angel. A little hard maybe, considering how much you ache right now, but never mean." He laughed again. "Okay, maybe a little mean. But trust me, I'm right there with you. You've made me hard as fucking hell and I can't wait to do something about it. So imagine the anticipation of waiting until we are together again and how hard I can make you come. I need to see that. Hell, I need to taste it flowing across my tongue."

He shook his head as if trying to clear that image from his head. That would be impossible, she knew. Because it was in her head too and she was pretty sure burned there forever. However, the idea he suffered alongside her made her stomach flutter.

"I'll wait for you. I promise."

"Mmmm." He reached up and grasped her face, running his thumbs across her lips. "That might be the sweetest promise anyone's ever made to me."

He bent down and kissed her. Gentle at first, until she opened her mouth and he slipped inside. The force of his kiss took her aback. Hunger between them arced as he deepened the kiss. Something she eagerly accepted without struggle. There would never be enough kisses in the world for her to not want this again and again.

When the kiss ended, she immediately felt the loss. He was pulling away from her to leave and she wasn't ready.

"Go take that bath, Nina. Think of me. Then tonight I will make sure your wait was worthwhile."

With that, he crossed the room and disappeared through the door. A moment later, the front door opened and closed. The loss of his intense proximity immediately cooled the room, reminding her that she stood there without a stitch of clothing on. She shook her head. How did he do that?

She sighed. Now she had to face the rest of her day all revved up on his dirty talk. And she doubted that orgasm-less bath was going to help one bit. Still. He'd been right that her body ached in more ways than one and she had a specialty bath bomb from her favorite store that would fix her right up. Soreness or not, nothing would keep her from the orgasmic bliss that her husband had promised her.

Chapter Twelve

The driveto the county jail went by fairly quick this time of day with little traffic to impede their progress. However, with each passing mile, a knot in her stomach had started to form and it was still growing at a scary rate as she waited to be escorted to the room where visitors could talk to prisoners.

As instructed, Gabe's driver had been waiting for her in front of her house when she'd finally emerged. He’d ushered her into the back seat of a town car and proceeded to drive her downtown under an almost cloudless sky that did not match the nerves jumping in her stomach.

However, by the time they reached the building that housed the jail, a storm had rolled in and it was turning ugly. Even now, thunder cracked outside, further fraying her nerves.

Get it together, Nina.

While she remembered Savannah Lewis from her childhood when she visited Tucker, it had been many years since she'd seen her other than on the television during her recent arrest.

A guard called her name and motioned for her to follow. As they made their way down a long corridor, she wondered what she would find when they sat down. As the guard led her into a room filled with booths that were separated from the other side of the room by glass she figured whatever it was, she was about to find out.

"Booth number seven. Take a seat and the prisoner will come to you. Unfortunately, you only have ten minutes. Ms. Lewis has a treatment scheduled."

Nina wanted to ask what kind of treatment, but figured she'd better not waste any time if her clock was already ticking. She hurried to the booth and took her seat. A moment later, a loud buzzer sounded and Savannah Lewis walked through the door.

When she looked up and their gazes met, she stopped in her tracks. Something odd that Nina couldn't place crossed the woman's face. And a moment later, it was gone. Instead, the regal look she always associated with Tucker's mother settled in as she stood up straighter and removed any telltale signs of emotion from her face.

She sat in a chair directly across from her and Nina snatched up the phone handset that would allow them to talk. Savannah on the other hand did not move quickly. She stared at Nina blankly for several beats before finally reaching for the handset.

"Why are you here?" she asked, beating Nina to the punch.

Nina swallowed. Despite the awkward circumstances, there were questions she had to ask. So she pressed on. ”We need to talk."

Mrs. Lewis shook her head. "No, we don't. I was very clear the last time we spoke. Did you not understand me when I said I never wanted to see or hear from you again? This is too dangerous.”

This nugget of information hit Nina like a punch to the gut. "I don't recall that conversation at all. If you'd be so kind as to refresh my memory I'd really appreciate it." Suddenly, she felt like a small child again being lectured for showing up to see Tucker unannounced. How many times had this woman made it clear she didn't want her around and yet, here she was again hoping against hope that the other woman would shed some light on her missing memories.

"Don't patronize me, Nina. You know perfectly well I meant what I said. We agreed never to talk again and yet, here you are. Showing up out of the blue. For what? Are you trying to cause trouble?"

She shook her head. "I don't think so. But you don't understand. I—I can't remember the last time I saw you. The night of the—“

"Don't you dare say it." Savannah's face twisted in anger. "You made a promise and I damned well expect you to keep it."

Nina sighed. This wasn't going very well and she knew they were quickly running out of time. She'd have to get Mrs. Lewis back on track if she had a chance in hell of learning anything today. "You aren't hearing what I am trying to say and it's important. I don't remember. I mean REALLY don't remember. Whatever happened my brain has decided to block it from me. That's why I'm here. I need you to tell me what happened that night. Specifically, whatIdid that night. Please.”

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