Chapter 217

Of all the times for a killer to interrupt!

Ricky almost roared his frustration as he tore himself from the velvety sweetness of his woman to crouch by the unlatched cell door, ears pricked and listening. Arousal still coursed through his body. However, the longer he sat poised, trying to discern what happened across the hall, the more his raging hard-on diminished. But he couldn't escape the decadent aroma of Patricia's pleasure wafting in the air, flavoring his tongue and lips.

I was so close to making her mine. She might have said no for the moment, but given a few more minutes, and he would have had her purring another tune. Now the opportunity was lost, and who knew when he'd get another chance?