forbidden fruit//a.aretas

~Chapter 6~

Armando's pov

3 months later...

I move my food around on my plate, with my fork. Jail food is definitely the worst part about this place. I look around at the other tables to see inmates talking amongst themselves and eating. All of whom weren't fond of me at all. It didn't matter much to me though. My visits from my dad and Jasmine were enough to satisfy me.

Though I'm brought out of my reverie, at the sound of whistles and murmuring amongst the men. I look up to see Jasmine striding across the cafeteria towards me. She sported a black crop top which read 'AMMO' that hugged her figure, and paired it with some of the shortest fucking shorts that complimented her toned legs so nicely. I couldn't help but stare as my eyes traveled up to that beautiful face of hers. It was the best fucking part about her. She wore her long hair down, it was straight this time. And she wore some cute little nerdy glasses. I wanted to kill every man in here who was looking at her. She was too perfect for them. And she was mine. She didn't know it but she was.

"Hey handsome. Ready to work?" She says stopping in front of me. Flashing me a smile showing off those dimples I loved. Her looking down at me like that, did things to me that I was fighting my hardest to suppress. She was my little vixen, and all she liked to do was tease.

"Sí mami, let's go." I say standing up, tired of these people staring at her. I wanted to beat the shit out of them for even glancing at her quite frankly. Jasmine looked up at me showing me some cuffs, prompting an eye roll from me. The people here refused to let me go anywhere without them. I held out my wrists as she clicked them on. Jas then pulls me out the cafeteria and to her special work room. I could only pray for me and my sanity.

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Jasmine's pov

I pull Armando into my makeshift office, turning to take his cuffs off. I wasn't supposed to but, I was never one for rules anyway.

"Did you have to wear the shortest fucking shorts you own amor?" Armando asks me slightly irritated, tugging my shorts down. I let out a laugh at his antics. He does this often. More and more I notice he's more possessive and protective of me. Even around Mike sometimes. Though I thought it made him all the more sexy, mysterious, adorable, etc.

These past months I've got him to help me bust some criminals and whatnot due to his past knowledge. But in turn I've got to know him more and what he's going through. He loves Mike. Though he rarely shows it, he respects him too. Mike is fulfilling his dad role the best he can, and Armando sees that. He cherishes family but his relationship with his mother now makes him distrustful of others. But he's sweet. And did I mention fine as HELL???

"I thought you'd like today's outfit." I shrug looking up at him. He scans over my outfit again, as his ears turn a slight red.

"I do." He replies lowly sitting down on the nearby couch. Manspreading on the couch as he looks up at me. I inwardly sigh, because everything in me does not want to keep things professional right now. But I grin and grab some files from my desk to distract myself from the intrusive thoughts.

"Another cartel in Mexico is giving some trouble to the locals in a small harvesting town. Can you profile any of these people that look familiar?" I ask Armando placing the file folder in front of him. This was his work in return for getting time off his sentence. Which wasn't bad, because we enjoyed one another's company and stuff. Though the tension each day gets thicker and thicker. I find my self struggling to just focus on the work aspect of things. He nodded and began skimming through the photos in front of him.

I sat beside him on the couch studying his face as he worked. He furrowed his brows when he was concentrated, which is the cutest thing to me. So I continued to stare shamelessly until he turned to look at me.

"You need something Jasmine?" He says in his deep voice. Oh how it did things to me. The tension between us could be cut with a knife. And it had been that way since we started doing these little sessions together. I looked up at him through the rim of my glasses and smirked.

"Just looking at a handsome face." I reply in a wayyyy more levelheaded tone, than I feel.

"Oh yeah?" He says huskily. Tilting his head slightly and smirking. Everything in me was trying not to jump his bones right now. No one should look this good in an orange jail suit, but of course Armando does. Everything in me wanted to just sit on his lap and ride him like there's no tomorrow. But I remained composed. He was trying to tease me, which was undoubtedly working . So I opted for stepping up my own game.

"Mhm." I reply scooting right into him, so our thighs touched. He freezes at the sudden proximity, which makes me inwardly smirk. I heard him suck in a breath next to me, as I slowly draped one of my smooth legs over his. I smiled up at him looking into his eyes that bored into me.

"Don't start something you can't finish amor." He tells me lowly. As he rubs gentle circles on my thigh. An action that gave me butterflies, making me feel like a school girl all over again. So I grab his chin and bring his face closer to mine.

"I'm a big girl, don't worry handsome." I whisper, raking my nails against the back of his neck. His pupils dilate as our noses brush against one another.

"Jesus Christ woman. What are you doing to me?" He murmurs against my lips. We both begin leaning in when the door swings open.

"Jas I know I told you to be at the building two hours ago." Marcus rants stepping in. He looks over to me and Armando on completely opposite sides of the couch. Followed by Mike, as they eyes the both of us.

"Oh um...hey you guys." I smile doing a small awkward wave. Marcus gives me a look. And I know I'll be hearing from him later.

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