Lauren was in her apartment packing up clothes when her phone went off. She didn’t recognize the number and sent it automatically to voicemail. As she stuffed as much as she could in a suitcase, the phone vibrated again. Same number. After 10 calls from the same number, she finally answered the phone without saying a word. She just listened.
“Lauren, it’s Georgie. Georgie Hopkins.” The voice on the other end of the phone was steady and cheery. Like an old friend reaching out to touch someone.
“The security guard from the prison?” Lauren flopped on the bed confused. She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear as she listened.
“Yes, exactly. Listen, I’m calling on behalf of Jasper. He needs to see you. Can you come right away?” The line was quiet. The kind of quiet when one thinks the other person probably hung up.
“Uh, I’m not his lawyer anymore, Georgie. I mean, I want to try to help him but I don’t work for Darla anymore so I don’t think they will let me in to see him. It looks like Darla got him another appeal. Does he know that?” But Lauren wanted to see him and she still wanted to help him.
“Lauren, I can’t say much but there won’t be another appeal. Listen, just get down here. It doesn’t matter that you’re not his lawyer anymore. He needs to see you and he trusts you. I’m telling him you’ll be here in an hour. Dress to impress.” Georgie hung up the phone.
Lauren stared at it, ‘Dress to impress. What the hell is he talking about? She sat there looking around her old apartment, the one she was completely about to abandon. Her eyes moved to her overstuffed suitcase. Right on top was her sexiest black dress. The one with the plunging back and front. Peter had bought it for her when they had been in Paris, “Dress to impress.” She pulled it from the suitcase and prepared to head to the prison.
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Jasper had just showered and Georgie let him shave. They went over the plan as Jasper shaved. Georgie never had to worry about Jasper turning on him so he gave him the razor to clean up for his big date. They were brothers and they would honor their bond even though Jasper could cut his throat with the razor right now.
“Ok, so you understand what you have to do?” Georgie was staring at him, “Don’t fuck up, Jasper. You need to make sure you’re in place when I hit that button.”
Jasper didn’t say a word. He just nodded as his strong hand moved the razor up his neck and then under his chin. Mentally, he was fully prepared. They had gone over the plan no less than a dozen times, maybe more like three dozen.
After he washed the residual shaving cream from his face, he dressed in a fresh pair of beige prison scrubs and a white thermal shirt. The thermal hugged his muscular body. He pushed the sleeves up his arm, to just under his elbow. It showed off the tattoos on his forearms. Once he was completely ready, Georgie led him to a private room.
“Jas, don’t say a word to this girl. Do what you need to do but don’t you tell her one thing. I’m not sure she can handle it.” Georgie unlocked the door to the small bedroom. There were no windows whatsoever, except for the small viewing window in the door. Right now, it was covered by a metal door that could easily be opened by the guard outside in case he needed to check on things.
Jasper entered the room and leaned against the back wall. His heart was racing. He knew Lauren had no idea what she was walking into. No one had prepared her but he wanted her and he believed she wanted him too. Lauren could very well be the last women he touched. She could be the last woman he entered. She could be the last woman to moan softly against his neck once he brought her body over the edge of climax. For some reason, this made him anxious – nervous even.
He waited in that room alone for about 35 minutes before the lock on the door rattled, “She’s not coming, is she?” He full expected Georgie to be standing there when the door opened. Instead, he couldn’t believe his eyes.
Lauren Holden stood there. She had her soft auburn hair pinned up, stray hairs curled down over her bare neck as if they were gently dancing across it. Her skin held this amazing glow to it, it was luminescent even in the dim shitty green light of the prison cell. Her green eyes sparkled against the contrast of the dark shadows that circled them. When she slowly blinked, her lush lashes kissed the top of her cheeks, just as he had envisioned.
His eyes moved down to her full, perfectly pointed lips that were coated with a tint of red. She took two steps toward him, her stilettos tapping along the cold tile of the floor.
She didn’t say a word. She just gazed at him, her own eyes moving over his body. She knew exactly what she was walking into and she had definitely dressed to impress. Her black dress hung on her body perfectly. The material draped her curves like a Grecian toga with a plunging neckline that revealed the side and center swells of her breasts. Her nipples budded against the material.
“You shaved. You’re so handsome.”
Lauren took another step closer to him and Jasper toward her. At first, he didn’t touch her. The sexual energy between them was electric. They stared hungrily at each other, their chests breathing deeply as they inhaled each other’s scent. His was fresh, clean, masculine. Hers was a soft fragrant mix of flowers that made her smell like candy, and Jasper wanted a taste right now.
Lauren was the first to move. She brought her hand up to touch his shaven face but before she could press her warm palm to his cheek, he had her in his arms and his mouth pressed on hers! His arm was like a vice grip, pulling her body to his so he could feel her completely against him.
Her mouth eagerly met his and sparks flew between them like little electrical shocks of pain. Jasper’s strong fingers were sliding up into her hair, gripping it, holding her face to his while his lips tasted hers. His tongue forcefully pushed past them to find hers and curl around it.
She hadn’t expected him to be so forceful. Lauren reacted by pressing her palms flat against his shoulders and trying to push him back a bit, but in reality she didn’t want him to stop. She could feel his hardness against her mound and instantly she gave up on pushing him away and instead pulled him against her as much as she could.
Their lips parted for a moment so they could stare at each other’s face. A small web of saliva connected their lips as his hands were pulling the short hem of her skirt up over her ass. Lauren shoved her hands down into his pants and shifted them down his hips. Hot gasps were exchanged between the two as he lifted her up in his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist.
Lauren could feel the head of his cock nestle between her slit. Her tongue licked up the center of his lips in eager anticipation. She breathed heavily against his lips.
“Fuck me, Jasper Conner.”
Jasper nodded, unable to speak a word. His cock was throbbing in sync with his fast beating heart. Just as he lowered her down, feeling himself push past the point of no return, Georgie shut the metal door blocking the only view into the room. He stood there in front of the door, legs casually spread, wrists crossed in front of him. Depending on how long Jasper lasted, the plan would be in motion very soon.