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Instead of answering right away, Jackie walked through large empty room, divided up only by desks, a half wall, a glass front office, and a breakroom of sorts.
Jail cells stood directly in front of her on the other side of the half wall. She’d seen similar set-ups in movies and old television shows.
She hated jail cells. She hated being in them. Alone or with a crowd of other prostitutes, drunks, and disorderlies, she hated cells.
“Have you ever had sex in one of these?” she asked, running her fingers along the iron bars.
“What?”
“Sex. Have you ever had sex in one of the cells?”
“No. It wouldn’t be the right thing to do. Besides, I can’t lock the front door so anyone could walk in at any moment.”
“That’s true. Have you ever been tempted?”
“No.”
“Never?”
“Jackie …”
There was a warning in his tone, but she chose to ignore it. “Do you know how many times I’ve been arrested?”
“Yes.”
“Do you know how many officers offered to let me out or not even take me in if I sucked them off in their patrol cars?”
“I don’t.”
His voice, clipped and menacingly low, cause heat to pool in her belly. He didn’t like anyone touching her. And he didn’t like anyone trying to use her. Or maybe it was because they were attempting to use her to break the law.
“More than I can count. It didn’t matter what city or state I was in, everywhere there was a cop or cops looking to get their rocks off. I never said yes. I never gave in. I let them take me to jail and slam the door behind me. I hate jail cells.”
“I imagine so. I’m sorry that happened to you.”
“Thank you.” She took a slow step inside one of the cells, pausing in case it freaked her out, but when it didn’t, when she could still breathe normally, she took another step and another, until she was standing on the other side of the bars from Mac.
She turned to face him.
“I want to have sex with you. Here. In this cell.” It was the boldest thing she’d ever said to him.
She saw the banked heat flare in his eyes again. She watched as his hands gripped the edge of the desk so tight that his tanned knuckles turned white.
“Jackie,” he said through clenched teeth.
“I want you, Mac. Here. Now. In this cell.”
“I told you that it’s not right, and anyone could walk in. That wouldn’t be a good image for me or you.”
“I know what you said. I know what the risks are. I don’t care.” She inched her shirt up over her belly. She was trembling inside, but she held his gaze. “I want you. Here. Now.”
