I dragged my nails lightly over his chest, slow, my eyes locked on his. "You told me I was in control, remember?" My voice dipped lower, sultry, daring. I leaned close enough that my lips brushed his ear. "Then say it, baby. Say you're my bitch." A dark laugh rumbled from his lips, low and sinful, the kind that made my stomach flip. His eyes didn't waver, didn't blink. "I'm your bitch," he said...calm, but hot as fuck. The words rolled off his tongue like he'd been waiting to say them, and God, the way he said it almost made me melt right there.

"How comes you aren't shy right now? You sometimes stutter around me." I smiled a little. "I'm not new to sex. I had an ex remember?" He nodded slowly. "Are you kinky?" I licked my lips. "Why did you ask?" He gripped my legs and yanked me closer to him. "Because I want to taste you. Will you be okay with that?" I froze a little. As much as I was used to sex, I've never been eaten before. "My ex didn't..." I trailed off. He smirked before slipping off the couch and onto his knees. _____________________________________ Being sentence to two years in prison was one thing. Falling for a correctional officer was a totally different story. __ Two years behind bars was supposed to be her punishment. But when Jess starts falling for the correctional officer assigned to her block, she learns that some lines aren't just crossed-they're burned. What starts as stolen glances and hesitant conversations turns into something deeper, something dangerous. Every moment together risks his career and her freedom, but some connections can't be ignored. In a place built on rules and secrets, Jess must decide whether love is worth breaking the ones that could destroy them both.