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back down, a little gentler, wetting my lips with my tongue before I took him back in my mouth. Pushing down the flesh of his cock in a languorous motion, I sucked and circled my tongue. I could feel his pulse speed up, so I moved faster. The head of his dick swelled, and I swallowed fast, smiling when the muscles in his thighs quivered. Seconds later, he went soft under my tongue.
    When I let him go, he collapsed on the bed and flopped his arm over his eyes.
    Standing just long enough to pull the top of the makeshift dress over my shoulders and the bottom past my hips, I lay at his side and let him pull me into his tight embrace.
    The taste of sex on my tongue became pasty and foul. I scrubbed my lips with the edge of the sheet.
    Nasty. He must think I'm disgusting. What the hell's wrong with me?
    I hid my head in the curve under his arm. "That didn't feel natural. I mean, it didn't feel like something I did . . . ."
    Absently stroking my hair, his shoulders shifted under my head in a shrug.
    "Desperate times…" He slid over and turned on his side. "Don't be ashamed. We both know why we did this. Even if only once, it's nice to have a choice."
    "I'd hate to think I would have done that with whoever they stuck me with." I tilted my head, so I could see his reaction to what I'd said.
    He stared at the ceiling. "Me, too."

Chapter Four
    "How come we never see them when they bring our food?" I spoke around a mouthful of chicken, the first real food we'd shared in this place. I marked my days by when I slept. Seven days, ten days? I wasn't sure.
    Using his teeth to rip a large chuck of meat from the bone he held in his hand, Joe shrugged. "I assume they don't want us to. Sometimes, I feel their presence but—" He paused, noting my shiver. "They're not here now. Don't worry."
    Seeing no need to argue, I simply nodded. "So, what warranted the upgrade from slop?"
    Refusing to meet my steady gaze, he shrugged, taking another bite, making it obvious he had no intention of answering.
    Wanting to press him further, but knowing there was no point, I filled my mouth with a forkful of potatoes dripping with butter. Real butter, not margarine, though I couldn't say how I knew the difference. The splash of liquid into the one glass set in the middle of the table, next to our one food-laden plate, brought my head up.
    "Rum," Joe said, answering the question in my glance. "It's pretty good. Try some."
    I took the glass, swirled the liquid around, and sniffed it. The smell was rich and made my mouth water. As soon as I took a sip, I decided I much preferred the smell to the burning taste. I set the glass back down.
    Joe frowned. "You don't like rum? What do you like? There's some tequila, some schnapps . . . ."
    I cocked my head. "What do I like? Hmm, let's see. The champagne at my sister's wedding was nice."
    Eyes lighting up, Joe leaned over the table and took my hand. "You have a sister?
    You remember?"
    I jerked my hand from his grasp. "No. I don't remember. Please note sarcasm, sorry I left it out of the P.S."
    Joe's eyes narrowed. So did mine. The silence stretched out like the taut strings of a guitar, pulling tighter and tighter. Something was going to snap.
    With a deep inhale, I leaned forward and rubbed my knees. "Another quiz, prof?"
    Scowling, Joe pushed away from the table. "No. Misplaced hope." Drawing in a rough exhale, he rolled his shoulders back, retaking his seat. "You should drink something."
    Arching my brows, I laughed. "Why? I think it's pretty obvious you don't need to get me drunk to have some fun." I gave him a dirty look and stood, turning my back on him. "Which just might change."
    Joe slammed his fist on the table, hard enough to knock the glass over. Turning, I watched the glass as it rolled off the table, hit the floor, and shattered.
    "Stop acting like a damn child!" Swiveling away from me, Joe stepped over to the bed and retrieved a bottle of peach schnapps from underneath it that I hadn't known was there.