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  Barry laughed. “That would be fine by me.” He went over to the door. “I’ll knock when I’m out of here.”

  Dom nodded slowly. “Thanks.” He closed his eyes and tried not to smile. Finally, Captain Wilds had used his safety net. He may not have a list of all the offenders, but he knew one thing for sure. The warden at Wyestate was going down, and if Dom had anything to do with it, it would be hard.

  * * * *

  Four days! Why did it take four days to process a visit? How hard could it be to arrange? Jennah glared at her cell phone. It had taken them a day to even get back to her and let her know that it was approved.

  She put her head into her hands and closed her eyes. She had tried the whole night before to reach Dominic. Either he was shutting her out or he wasn’t there. Her stomach lurched at the last thought.

  “Are you okay, Jenn?”

  She lifted her head to look into the concerned face of Beth. “Yeah, I’m just tired.”

  Beth nodded in her understanding way. “Why don’t you run out and have some lunch? I’ll call your cell phone if you’re needed.”

  Jennah pushed her chair back from the desk. “I think I will go find somewhere peaceful for a half hour or so.”

  Beth smiled at her as she grabbed her jacket and went quickly toward the door. She should call Captain Wilds and let him know she was in, but she’d do that from home. She wasn’t sure who was monitoring what and wasn’t about to take a chance in messing things up.

  Chapter Seven

  Jennah looked in the mirror for the tenth time. She’d chosen something she wouldn’t be ashamed of wearing when she met Dominic, but it was still revealing enough to distract any guards from thinking she was there for anything other than a conjugal visit with her husband.

  The black skirt was short, but not too tight. She wasn’t that out of character that she would wear something that would show off her little paunch, as she lovingly referred to the extra part of herself that had seemed to start growing around her middle in the last year. She turned sideways and studied her profile, or mostly her stomach. It didn’t appear to be the huge bulge her mind always told her was there even though she knew it wasn’t—most times.

  Turning again, she bit her lip and wondered about the red blouse she was wearing. Maybe it was showing a little too much cleavage. She had more than enough of that to spare. Running her hand under her arm, she felt for the small blade she’d hidden in the elastic of her bra. She could feel it, but then again, she knew it was there. She frowned at the mirror and readjusted the neckline so just a little more was revealed in hope it would distract from even worrying about whether she was hiding a three-inch switchblade in her bra. She knew they were illegal, and she felt just a bit guilty for that, but if Dom needed something for backup, she really couldn’t bring him a gun, now could she?

  She leaned closer to the mirror. Even with her hair down, she could see the grey hair hiding here and there. She’d thought of coloring it, but then she’d feel too vain, and that wasn’t like her. Besides, if anyone knew her ex-husband, they’d know she’d earned each and everyone one.

  Taking a deep breath to settle her nerves, she nodded to her reflection and turned to get her purse. Inside her tiny black purse was the new ID Captain Wilds had gotten her. She’d rented a car to try out her new ID. She knew what she was doing, and even with the jittery nerves, she would go through with it. The nerves, if she were completely honest, had nothing to do with the danger involved and everything to do with seeing Dominic Palmer in the flesh.

  * * * *

  Dom paced in the small room. He looked back out through the glass to check the time again. He was still in the prison hospital, mostly thanks to Barry arranging that, but he felt trapped and hadn’t been outside now for days. He wasn’t sure who the captain had found to be his Elizabeth, but he wished like he never had before that she was skilled enough to pull it off without raising any suspicions.

  Barry nodded to him as he opened the door. “I’m going down to check in your Missus, and then I’ll come and get you.”

  Dom nodded. “Thanks.”

  “Remember what I said.”

  “Yeah.” He watched the only protection he had in this place close the door and walk away. It wasn’t as if he’d forget to tell his contact to get him the hell out of here. He was on borrowed time.

  * * * *

  Letting out a slow breath, Jennah sat on the edge of the chair waiting for someone to check her in. The sour-faced guard had told her he was on his way. He, who? Dominic, or another guard? She didn’t care, just as long as it wasn’t the warden. He might actually recognize her, and that spelled bad in great big, black letters.

  “Mrs. Palmer?”

  She turned to look at a guard standing in the doorway. “Yes?” She stood up.

  “Could you step in here, please?”

  She nodded and quickly got up.

  He closed the door behind her and motioned down the hall. She walked hesitantly in the direction he’d pointed, her heels echoing on the hard tiles of the floor.

  He stopped her with a gentle touch and motioned to another door. “Just in here.”

  She went through the door and stopped when she saw that all the room contained was a small, narrow bed. She felt her cheeks heat up. When she heard the door close, she jumped.

  The guard smiled at her in a reassuring way. “I have to check your bag and your person for concealed weapons.”

  Both eyebrows shot up. “My person?” Her voice croaked. She’d known they would, but Mrs. Elizabeth Palmer probably wouldn’t have.

  He shrugged and stepped toward her. She almost jumped back when he leaned a little closer. “You tell your people to get Dom out of here, yesterday!” He whispered it so low she almost hadn’t heard it.

  She watched his eyes. “Okay.” Who was this man and how did he know?

  “Could you raise your arms, please?”

  She held her arms up. Please don’t let him find it, please. She felt his hand glide over the blade and then hesitate. He made eye contact with her. She knew he had felt it and knew what it was, but he made no move to get it. She gave him a slight smile, and he returned it.

  He straightened away and nodded. “I’ll be right back with your husband.”

  She stepped forward. “Is he all right?”

  He looked at the door and then back to her. He quickly shook his head and gave her a stern look. “Remember what I said.”

  She nodded and watched as he left. Blowing out a breath, she hung her head and took a few more deep breaths. What was going on? She tossed her purse on the bed and turned around to check out the little room. They didn’t go out of their way to make the couple feel comfortable, did they? She smirked when she realized most of the inmates really wouldn’t care if they had only given them a mat on the floor.

  When she heard the door open, she turned hesitantly. Dominic walked slowly in. He didn’t show any surprise on his face at all to see her, but she noticed he didn’t take his eyes off of her while the guard removed his shackles and cuffs.

  “One hour,” the guard said, and then turned and walked out. She heard the door lock, but she couldn’t move.

  Dominic took unhurried steps toward her, his eyes roving all over her as he did. When he stood right in front of her, his gaze moved to hers. She felt his hands touch her hips, but she couldn’t look away from his eyes. He lowered his head toward her and buried his face in her neck as he pulled her into him.

  “What are you doing here?” he whispered beside her ear.

  She smiled when the voice she’d missed hearing vibrated right through her. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she nuzzled beside his ear. “Your captain sent me. Your contact has disappeared.” She paused as his breath brushed up against her neck. “They’ve been trying to find a way to get to you,” she said as quietly as she could.

  He lifted his head, and the look in his eyes as they swept over her face made her knees weaken. He smiled and brushed his lips over
hers. “So they sent you?”

  She smiled against his mouth. “Are you sorry they did?”

  He straightened again and shook his head. He walked her slowly backward toward the wall and didn’t stop until her back was against it. He lowered his head toward her again and ran his hand down the length of her hair. He placed his mouth against her ear. “It’s the warden. He’s running it all, inside and out.” His lips brushed against the delicate skin right beneath her ear. “They have to get me out—now!” He leaned back and lifted his shirt up.

  Jennah gasped when she saw the bandages. “Dom, are you all right?” She wasn’t speaking quietly now. He only nodded. She pushed him back gently and held his shirt up out of her way. He grabbed it and pulled it up over his head. She ran her hand over the bandage lightly. “What happened?”

  He inhaled when her hand brushed against the bare skin. “I was jumped, no idea who.”

  Resting her hand against his chest, she gazed up at him. “I’ve been trying to contact . . .”

  He placed a finger against her lips and shook his head so she wouldn’t speak. “I had to try to stay alert.”

  That was the only explanation she was going to get. She nodded, and then let out a shaky breath.

  “I’m sorry,” he whispered.

  She wrapped her arms around his neck again. “Don’t be, you had a job to do. I brought you something,” she said quietly against his lips.

  He grinned. “Besides you? Because I’m thinking there is nothing more I could want.”

  She smiled and ran her tongue over his lips. “You just have to find it.” She leaned back and studied up at him. “Unless you’re in too much pain . . .”

  His mouth crushed down on hers and stole any thought she had from her. His lips were as demanding as they had been in their dream, and her body went from warmed up to hot by the time he lifted his head again. She was backed up against the wall again and her knees trembled as he stood there and looked up and down her. If he didn’t touch her soon she was going to whine.

  Her gaze moved down to the bandage on his side again and then leisurely, as if they had their own agenda, moved over his bare chest. His shoulders were wide, almost sculpted, and she couldn’t help thinking how the muscles in his arms and chest would move when he did. She licked her dry lips and slid her gaze back to his eyes.

  His gaze devoured her as he lowered his mouth to brush it lightly against her cheek. “It shouldn’t be here, like this.” He kissed her throat. “But I have to touch you, taste you.” His mouth burned a trail down her neck. With rough hands, he plucked open the first few buttons on her blouse and then pushed it over her shoulders until her bra was exposed. His teeth nipped along her collarbone.

  She could only cling to his head as she leaned against the wall that stopped her from sliding to the floor. His hands moved from her hips up her rib cage as his mouth moved down. He ran his tongue along the edge of her bra and she gasped and closed her eyes. When he lifted his head, she opened her eyes and realized he’d found the blade and was working it from her bra. He gave it a brief glance, tossed it onto the bed, and turned back to her.

  He leaned down, captured her mouth with his again, and stole her breath from her. She kissed him back with all the rising need that was building in her. His hand moved up her thigh and under her skirt. He growled against her mouth as his hand made contact with the bare skin at the top of the stockings she wore. Lifting his head, he worked the buttons open on her blouse and pushed it back off her shoulders.

  She just clung to him as he quickly removed her bra and added it to the pile of clothes. He dropped to his knees and pulled her into his face. His tongue lapped over one nipple and then the other. She could only concentrate on balancing on his shoulders so she wouldn’t collapse on the floor with him when he pulled a nipple into his mouth and sucked hard.

  He pushed her back against the wall gently and looked up at her. “If we had more than an hour . . .” His words were cut off as her pushed his face between her breasts and grasped the back of her thighs so he was rubbing his chest against her. She couldn’t even imagine they were going to need more than ten minutes with the way he was making her feel.

  His hands slid down to the tops of her soft leather boots and then kneaded her legs all the way back up until they were under her skirt. He grasped her underwear and began pulling it down her legs, taking longer than she would have liked. She watched his eyes and had never seen the look of desire he had right now. She stepped out of the underwear and went to reach for her skirt when his hand reached up and stopped her. “Just like this.”

  It made her hotter to think he wanted her in her boots, stockings, and skirt. His hands glided up her thighs, pushing the skirt up as they went. She sucked in a breath when he leaned forward and nuzzled his face between her thighs. When he grasped one foot and lifted it, she almost slid to the floor. He held onto her waist with one hand as he dropped down to sit on his heels and flipped her leg over his shoulder. The look in his eyes made her breath faster and he hadn’t even done anything yet.

  Her knees weakened when she felt his hot breath blowing against the hair just above her mound. She grasped his shoulder and moaned when he ran his tongue between her wet lips. The hand on her waist tightened when he dipped his tongue inside her. Leaning back, he looked up at her before as he released her thigh and moved to spread her lips with his hand. He blew on her clit and she jumped. When he blew on her a second time, she dropped her head back against the wall and rested a hand on his head.

  Pushing her leg out onto his arm, opening her legs more for him, he licked over her once and then stabbed his tongue inside her. She gasped as he plunged his tongue in again, and then bit her clit lightly. He continued to lick and suck her clit so quickly she couldn’t do anything but grasp his shoulders and hope he was going to hold her up.

  He released her waist and moved his hand up to pull on a nipple. He pinched it as he gently bit her clit again and her body pulsed. She moaned as he did it again. She couldn’t catch her breath as he continued to push her closer. “Dom,” she moaned. He reached up and pulled at her nipples with both hands as he sucked her clit so hard it drove her crashing over the edge. Her muscles clenched, and she cried out as she came with a force that left her gasping.

  * * * *

  Dom put her foot back on the floor and stood up. He undid his pants with hands that shook with the need her felt for her. Leaning down, he crushed her mouth with his and grasped her waist to boost her up. His side objected, but he didn’t care if he ripped it wide open right now. He had to be inside her. “Wrap your legs around me, babe.” He lifted her as his mouth devoured her soft throat. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

  He fumbled around, pulling her skirt up out of the way, and then looked up at her face. He wanted to see her eyes as he pushed into her. He could feel how wet she was against the head of his cock as he slipped it over her swollen lips. He wanted to pound into her, but forced himself to go slow. As he slid inside her, her mouth opened and she gasped.

  When he filled her completely, her eyes drifted shut and then opened to look at him again. The look she was giving him almost made him lose control, so soft and sexy and just for him. He pulled out gradually, wanting to savor the feeling and felt her grasp his shoulders to help lift her weight. “That’s it, yeah . . .” He hissed out a breath. She felt so good squeezing him.

  She moaned softly as she lowered herself back onto him. He balanced her weight and thrust up into her again. She dropped back so her shoulders pushed against the wall. Leaning down, he sucked a hard nipple into his mouth and rolled his tongue around it. She lifted off him again, squeezing him so tight he wasn’t sure he was going to survive much longer.

  “Harder,” he growled against her mouth.

  She panted against his lips. “Your side . . .”

  He bit her lip and then kissed her roughly, stabbing his tongue into her mouth as he thrust up into her again. Pain pierced his side, but he kept moving. He needed t
o hear her moan again. Lifting his head, he pulled her upper body tight against him and took a few steps back toward the bed as best he could with his pants grabbing at his ankles.

  When the back of his legs touched the bed, he lifted his mouth from hers. “Hang on.” She held onto him as he awkwardly lowered both of their weight to the bed. Sliding one leg and then her other so she knelt over him, he lifted and slid them both further onto the bed. She was so sexy wearing him.

  Leaning back onto his elbows, he gazed up at her for a second. Reaching up, he pulled her down so he could kiss her again. He plunged his tongue into her mouth and lifted his hips so he could slide into her as far as he could go. She gasped and pushed herself upright on him. He dropped back onto the bed and then grasped her hips and lifted her up again. Her muscles clenched around him.

  * * * *

  She needed no further encouragement and began to slam down onto him. Each time their bodies connected, he groaned. He held her hips tightly as he picked up the pace and pulled her down onto him. She moaned when he thrust up into her at the same time. Leaning back, she balanced her hands on her heels and dropped her head back so she could move faster. His hand moved to her breasts and kneaded them as she bounced down onto him.