Page 53 of Rook

I was interested, judging by the explicit dreams and the way my cock stirred to life just at the thought of kissing her.

But I was interested in Tessa.

The one person I couldn’t be fucking.

“I mean, I don’t get it. She’s dedicated her whole life to making ex-cons’ lives miserable because someone once hurt her husband. Shouldn’t she love love?”

“Maybe she just thinks none of us deserve love, since we were in prison.”

“That’s ridiculous, though.”

“Yeah, dunno. Don’t get it either.”

“Well,” Nancy said, coming back far too quickly for my liking, since her presence was the only reason I had Tessa draped over my lap. Tessa would jump up the second she was gone. And that strained distance we’d been dealing with would continue. “I want you both at the testing center tomorrow.”

“Road trip,” Tessa said, giving me a little smile. “We will be there first thing tomorrow morning,” she said, shooting that same smile at Nancy.

Nancy exhaled hard. “Fine. I will keep an eye out for the results.”

With that and nothing more, she was gone.

“Wow,” Tessa said, head flopping into the back cushion, exhaling hard. “She’s stressing me out, and she doesn’t even hold my freedom in her hands.”

“And she’s been better than usual lately.” I reached out, patting her knee.

“That’s hard to believe.”

“She once did a drop-in and search twice in one day.”

“She must have no life.” Tessa flexed her sock-clad feet, and I was reminded of the foot roller she’d had delivered to the house. Her job required long hours walking back and forth across the grocery store for other people. Her feet were hurting.

I knew my best bet was to keep my hands to my damn self.

But I reached for one of her feet and pressed both my thumbs into her arch.

The long moan that escaped her went right to my dick as she stretched out against the couch, eyes closed, her breathing deep and slow.

That was all the encouragement I needed.

Unfortunately, though, the more I rubbed her sore feet, the more her breath hitched, the more she whimpered and moaned, and even arched her back off the cushions in pleasure.

I had to do my own deep breathing, trying to reason with the desire growing in my body. I didn’t want my cock getting hard when her legs were over my lap.

“Forget being a biker,” she said as I released one foot to reach for the other. The first leg fell onto my chest. “You could make a great living as a foot massager. I would pay good money for this.”

“You can have my hands anytime you want them,” I told her. I hadn’t meant for it to come out sexually. But the way Tessa’s legs pressed together made it clear she’d taken it that way.

And that was the last damn thing I needed to know.

I forced myself to focus on her foot.

But once I was done with that, I went ahead and let my hands work up her ankles, then her tight calves.

Tessa’s breathing went shallow and quick as I worked up her calf, then made it to the undersides of her knees.

It was right then I learned that the backs of her knees were a hot spot for her. A surprised, throaty moan escaped her lips, and her thighs actually spread.

And, well, I couldn’t fucking help myself, could I?

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