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hard muscles of his back. It felt so right to be in his arms. She’d almost forgotten how good it was.
    She grinned. “I might forgive you.”
    “Please, please forgive me.” He ran his hands up her waist. “Riel, I…” He opened his mouth to say something, but then closed it again, looking a little flustered. “I like working with you,” he said again.
    Her heart missed a beat, and she looked up at him breathlessly. “I like working with you too, Evan, but…”
    He pulled her tighter against him, his gaze locked on hers, his eyes hazed over with longing. “But what, Rielita?”
    Riel let out a breath, her words dying in her throat, and Evan bent down, bringing his lips to hers.
    It felt good. She pressed into his strong arms. His tongue was slow and insistent, and his hands caressed her body, feeling all her curves. She pulled him closer, kissing him, their breaths mingling, and felt his cock getting hard against her belly.
    He moved his lips down her jaw to her neck. “I missed you, Riel,” he whispered, his breath tickling her skin. “I missed you a lot.” His hand slid down inside the loose waistband of her jeans and squeezed her ass. “Ooh, your butt is even nicer than before,” he said, laughing softly. “I guess going to prison has its upside.”
    She pinched the skin of his taut waist, wrinkling her nose. “You’re such a jerk.”
    He laughed again and pushed her gently back onto the bed, crawling on top of her. “You love my jerkiness, admit it.” He slid his tongue down between her breasts, his hands reaching up to grasp them. “Oh, God, Riel, you’re so fucking hot. I’ve been counting the days until you got out.”
    He pulled her shirt up over her head, and she shimmied out of it. “You really would have written if he hadn’t told you not to?” she asked. She gasped as he unzipped her jeans and jerked them down, his tongue finding her clit.
    “Yes, but I’m a horrible writer,” he said, his lips moving against her pussy. “My grammar is atrocious.” He kissed and licked her, and she arched her back, moving against him, her breath coming fast.
    He tugged her jeans and panties all the way off, tossing them aside. He pulled her thighs apart and slipped his tongue inside her, his thumb slowly rubbing her clit.
    She cried out, and he let out a muffled moan, his tongue reaching deeper, sliding in and out, his thumb rubbing harder. She ached for him, wanting him inside of her.
    Seeming to hear her thoughts, he sat up and pulled off his jeans, his long, hard cock springing free. He straddled her, gazing down at her body spread out on the rumpled quilt, naked, save for the lacy pushup bra. His pupils grew large in his green eyes. “Ah, Riel, you’re so beautiful.” He brushed his fingers lightly down her belly, making her shiver. He pulled back the cups of her bra and sucked each of her big nipples, his fingers working their way down to her clit again.
    She pressed against his hand, gasping. “Evan, I want you in me.”
    “Mmm. Do you? Do you want it, Rielita?” His tone was teasing, but she could hear the hoarse need behind it.
    She wrapped her legs around him, digging her heels into his muscular ass and pushing him up so that the head of his cock rested against the lips of her aching pussy. She put her mouth to his ear. “I want it so bad, Evan. I haven’t had a cock in me in so long.”
    “You sexy girl,” he breathed.
    He thrust himself all the way inside her, and she cried out and bucked her hips against him to get him even deeper. She slid her hands up his chest, pulling his shirt up so she could feel him against her skin.
    “Oh, you’re so wet,” he said. “You feel so good, Riel.”
    She arched against him, feeling him rub against all the right places. “Ah…”
    “I missed your sweet pussy,” he murmured, thrusting harder. Her tits jiggled against him, and he cupped one of them and took her nipple in his mouth, biting it softly.
    Pleasure took her over. He