We played a game of cat and mouse. I stalked her around the prison grounds, and she pretended she didn’t like it. I left her little notes in her underwear drawer when her cellblock was empty, and she gave me what information she could scribbled on paper and secreted inside a worn copy of Gulliver’s Travels-an unspoken joke between us.

Today I was going retrieve it early.

“Warden.” Raina nodded. She gathered her son and various baby items excusing herself. I let her know I would monitor the library while she changed her baby. By the looks of his happy gurgles he currently enjoyed hanging out in the baby sling wrapped against her chest. She’d had Julius in the infirmary a few weeks ago, and I kept a liberal policy on mothers and infants. Currently the prison had half a dozen children under the age of one on site. Raina had made bad decisions in her life but so far she was a good, loving mother. He would be taken from her by the state Children and Family Services and placed in foster care soon enough. There was little I could do about it except keep them together as long as the prison board would allow. The more time I spent here, the more I saw the that there were so many cogs in the wheel of the system. I was sad to see the other side of it badly broken and dysfunctional. It wasn’t that Raina didn’t deserve to face consequences. I only wondered how much of a disservice the coming separation would be to her son and her rehabilitation. The door clicked shut and Raina was gone. I pushed the maudlin thoughts away and hunted out the reason for coming here in the first place.

I locked the door behind me, happily checking the aisles noting only one other person here beside myself.

“I waited for you at the laundry.” I walked up behind Nene who was on a ladder putting a book away. My hands braced on either side of her locking her in. She placed a book on the shelf ignoring me. I reached for her ankle squeezing it gently and rubbing the small bone under my thumb.

“And I told you I didn’t have any other information.” She didn’t turn to look at me, so I let my hands graze her rigid legs on the ladder. She sounded upset she had nothing to give me.

“I didn’t ask if you had information. I wanted to see you.”

She sighed glancing down, “Maybe I didn’t want to see you.”

I snorted which made her turn to look at me from her perch on the ladder. Her eyes told me a different narrative than the untruths coming from her pouting lips.

“Untrue.” I let her take a step down into my arms. Her backside at the height of my face. I hadn’t touched her since the brief kiss in solitary, and I regretted not doing more with her when I had the chance. I planned on changing that.

Her voice breathless, “This is getting risky.” I agreed with her assessment, but I didn’t care about the risk, only if it harmed her. Until then I wanted whatever time I could have with her. The faster this was over the better I would feel.

I decided to give her what good news I did have.

“My boss is looking at your case.” Convincing James wasn’t easy. He finally relented once he realized I wouldn’t let this go. He knew I could be like a dog with a bone and it was far easier for him to help me out then it would be to ignore my request and let me go rogue.

She hummed acknowledging me. I pulled her pants down slowly, exposing her skin inch by inch. The pale globes were dotted with bruises and I kissed each one. When did Nene come to mean something more? We were a means to an end and yet I didn’t want to let her go. I knew, deep down, I wouldn’t let her go.

She shuddered moaning,“What did he do?”

I bit her ass leaving a bite mark. My claim.

“Do?”

“Yeah, to owe you such a big favor.”

I responded, “It’s more like what I do for him.” I kissed the underside of her ass where the skin dipped in a smile. I licked tasting her. Spicy and fresh. I wanted my mouth all over her.

“Cohen, not here.” Her breathing changed, hands attempting to temper me and failing. I pushed her to lean over against the shelving that was bolted into the floor, my arm around her waist, and no chance of her falling.

“Why not?” I pressed in to lick her inner thigh and wedged myself between her legs. She smelled sweet, hot, and mine. A combination of her strawberry shampoo and musk made my mouth water. I hadn’t realized how hungry I was for the sultry fruit found only between her thighs. I would break the law for her.

“What are you doing?” She panted over her shoulder. Her eyes locked with mine like gemstones in chipped hazel hues of smokey quartz and dazzling emeralds. Her fingers clutched the book in her hand tighter while holding the edge of the shelf.

“File that book and I’ll tell you how Hector got himself arrested today.” I watched her eyes dilate and her hand slipped missing the shelf, the book falling to the floor open and cracking the spine. My tongue lapped at her core eating her out half bent over.

“Fuck Cohen.” Her lips parted, my name a hoarse moan. I smiled into her crease rubbing my nose against slick skin as I inhaled her scent again like it was the only oxygen I could take in. Kissing her pearl, I sucked spreading her as wide as her legs would hold her up on the ladder. She wasn’t far off the ground but the instability kept her tightly focused on not falling as she shuddered around my lips. Her juices tasted tart on my tongue, fueling my addiction to her. I shouldn’t, but I did, and damn the consequences.

I let my tongue do the talking until she whimpered out an orgasm, legs shaking and thighs soaked from her pussy. I wanted her to be free, free to shout her desire from the top of her lungs, but that time wasn’t now. Instead, I had to settle for this stolen moment with her lips bitten and groans escaping her throat.

Reaching for her, I cupped her mouth to keep her quiet.

“Hush, Nene.” She pulled my hand away to speak.

“How?” Her panting urged me on. I nipped at her, stroking her from front to back, earning another leg quaking shudder. I wanted her legs useless as I had my wicked way with her. I loved the feel of her underneath me at my mercy. I only wished we were in a bed somewhere, anywhere but here under steel and cement casing with barbed wire borders.

Someday.

Maybe.

“Bad drug deal. They finally got enough to bring him in and question him. I don’t know if it’ll be enough for a solid conviction lasting more than a few months, but we’re so close. All we need is someone from the middle of his operation to roll over on him.”

I turned her around, her pants hanging from an ankle, and moved her to a table top in the corner away from the locked door and windows.

“You need more though. Evidence and names.”

“Yes, but I don’t care about that.” I leaned in to kiss her again, shoving up her top, exposing her pert breasts to my view. Sex wasn’t part of our deal, but fuck I wanted her, every inch of her if she let me.

Her hand rested against my chest, nails digging into to my heart stalling me. The prick of her barely there nails owned me.

“I’ll get it for you. Maybe I can talk to some of the girls in the Sunshine Sisters, maybe…” Her eyes desperate darted to the door. I feared she’d try something I wasn’t asking or expecting her to do.

My hand guided her face back to mine and I looked her in the eyes. “No. I think we can do this another way.” I assured her, peppering kisses on her face and neck letting my head hang down to rest against her soft belly.

Her hands pulled my face up to her lips, “Cohen.”

We shared the same breath, our hearts beating in sync and for a moment I felt it, the guilt of all the details I left out of this conversation.

I couldn’t tell her that Maris gave us information to follow up on that was proving to be helpful. I still had to keep up the guise for her safety. The less she knew the better. The moment I stepped away from her she was at risk for retaliation.

“No, Nene.” I said, firmly yanking her pants off. I didn’t want to use her as a source of information anymore.

“I can do this for you.” Her hand trailed down my chest. “I can do this for me too.”

I grabbed her hand stopping her.

“I said no and I meant it.” I watched her face, the way her cheeks flushed and her eyes narrowed their focus. Obedience, following the rules before prison hadn’t suited her. If I learned one thing about Benedicta Cruz in this short time, she would do things her way. She was a survivor.

“Cohen,” she pleaded.

I interrupted her.

“No.”

Maybe she preferred I fuck her into submission.

She said nothing, and instead, lifted her shirt off, and reached for my belt. She undid the leather yanking it hard jerking my hips forwards. Next my pants were unbuttoned and she pulled my cock out rubbing the tip. Her fingernail grazed me and the sting was worth the pleasure.

Using both hands, she squeezed tightly as she rubbed the bead of pre-cum down my shaft. I pulled a condom out of my pocket, and she took the square, opening it. We were rough pulling and playing, and the latex split going down my shaft.

“Shit.” Nene muttered. I took a deep breath, giving myself a moment before succumbing to the madness of Murphy’s Law.

“I didn’t bring more than one.” I was an idiot, backing away prepared to go stiff dicked. I’d jerk myself off later if I had to.

“Wait.” Frustration marred her face. I commiserated with her although I’d be the one walking back to my office like a hunchback hiding my dick.

“Baby, no. It’s okay.” I pulled her hands away kissing them.

“I don’t care. I’m clean. I had the shot that’s good for a year anyway.” Nene grabbed for me again and fitted my cock to her center, lining me up. I had no reason not to believe her, but still…

“Benedicta, what are we doing?” I growled. I grunted tense and trying hard to not give in. I didn’t make bad decisions.

“Please.” She cried pressing me deeper, just the head of my shaft and my eyes wanted to roll back from how good the edge of her sheath felt clutching me in her vice.

I couldn’t speak, pushing into her, my balls slapping her ass on that first thrust. Sliding home had never felt so good, and her legs wrapped around my waist as she pushed up meeting me thrust for thrust. I used to be the guy who did the right thing, now I wasn’t sure who the hell I was anymore.

“Don’t stop.” Her hands clawed at my shoulders still encased in my dress shirt. My tie bunched up between us. I’d happily strangle myself with it to feel her walls clench around me, milking me for all it was worth. Like a damn kid, I jetted inside her quickly our bodies squelching together with each movement.

It was forbidden.

It was heaven.

It was hell.

I grunted, and she moaned, biting her lip. It was the sexiest fucking thing I’d ever seen with her eyes open and the sharp cut of her nails digging into my back as we rocked over the table together riding the high of not getting caught.

In and out, in and out we established a rhythm and kept the pace frantic and wanting.

“From now on I bite that lip.” I rubbed my thumb over the pouting flesh. “You moan into my mouth only as I pound into you. Got it?” I leaned my forehead against her damp neck tasting the salt from her collarbone, my very own savory dessert.

“As long as you fuck me harder each time, I don’t care what you do.” She sucked my thumb, kissed my hand, smoothed out my hair and hung onto my neck, her weak arms slipping.

“Ah girl, what I am going to do with you?” That was the million dollar question.

She sighed on a chuckle I hadn’t expected. “Well, I’m not going anywhere for the next four years and change.”

“Baby don’t joke like that.” I said seriously as I rotated my hips eliciting a sexy squeak. I didn’t want her here for a minute more if I could help it.

Her voice dropped and she whispered into my ear lusty promises. “I’ve been a bad girl, Warden. You might have to restrain me next time.”

She held out her wrists to me and I clamped them in my much larger hands. I’d use my tie next time until reality set in and I didn’t know what kind of time we had left and how long I would still be here as the warden.

“I hope you’re not adverse to handcuffs after all of this.” I joked.

“As long as you’re the only one with the keys.” She made me laugh despite how shitty this situation had become.

Benedicta Cruz had ruined me for anyone else.