Page 62 of Fall Into Temptation
“Can I at least watch something on TV?” Tanbark whined.
The kid never had a chance at life. Not with a name like Tanbark.
“Man, you’re lucky you’re not in an actual cell. Do your homework if you’re bored,” Donovan told him.
Tanbark sighed heavily and pulled a book out of his backpack. “Are you any good at trig? My mom usually helps me with my homework.”
“Tanbark, you’re in jail. You can’t ask the jailer for help with your homework.”
“It’s my first time. I’m not clear on all the prison etiquette.”
Donovan silently cursed Tanbark’s parents.
“Just sit there and be quiet.”
Donovan picked up the book again. He was going to finish the damn sex scene this time if he had to lock his door and handcuff half the town. He kicked his feet up on his desk and paged through to find his spot.
Olive stared into Alexander’s eyes as he tugged her panties down her milky white thighs. Those sleek thighs quivered as Alexander trailed one hot fingertip over her skin, climbing higher and higher until—
Jeez, it was hot in here. Had Minnie cranked the thermostat again?Donovan tugged at his collar and wished he was at home in sweats and a t-shirt instead of the uniform he’d been in for thirteen hours straight.
Three orgasms on the page later, Donovan was sweating. He stopped and re-read, counting as he went. Yep. Olive had just screamed and whimpered her way through three mind-blowing orgasms.
Shit. Exactly how high were Eva’s expectations?Donovan wondered. He was no slouch in bed. Had never had a complaint, just the opposite if he were a bragger, which he wasn’t. But those were regular women. Women who didn’twrite sex scenesfor a living. What if he was too boring for Eva? How much excitement did she need to be impressed, and how far outside his comfort zone would he need to go?
Alexander used a vibrator on Olive. Would Eva want toys?
Despite regular handcuff jokes, he’d never felt the need or interest to delve into the world of toys and S&M and B&D and whatever the hell else had been in those books that Mrs. Nordemann had hosted book clubs and movie nights about.
He pulled up an incognito browser window and did a search for sex toys.
“What the hell is that for?” he wondered aloud, turning his head to the side.
“Is this what the townspeople pay you for?”
The figure in his open door scared the shit out of him. “Damn it, Tanbark. I told you—”
But it wasn’t a pudgy teenager. It was Eva. Donovan wasn’t sure which was worse.
He dropped the book and stabbed the button on his monitor to make it all go away. He stabbed a little too hard and the monitor flipped over backwards.
“I can explain!” He got to his feet, ready to give chase if Eva gave any indication that she was rabbiting.
But she was staring at him. And smiling.
It was moments like this, unexpected and spontaneous, when he realized just how much he wanted her.
“Hi,” she said shyly.
“Hey. What are you doing here?” Guilty as sin, he swiped a hand over the back of his head.
She looked over her shoulder and back again. “I wanted to talk.”
“I can explain about—” Donovan gestured at his now horizontal monitor.
“Don’t mind me.” Tanbark’s whiny voice piped up behind Eva. “I’m in prison. Are you any good at trigonometry?”
“Jesus Christ, kid,” Donovan groaned.
