10
Puck was jonesing for another session with Ava. He couldn’t wait to taste her again. She’d been so damn hot, smooth, and silky around his c**k. Christ, the way she came, pulsing and milking him for all she was worth. He’d hit p***y gold, and he wasn’t giving it up for anything. The hand on the clock was inching toward three o’clock, so he moved to the table closest to the door of the unit. A few minutes before the hour, a CO came to the main entrance and called out, “Santos! O’Leary! Dupres!” and waited by the door. Why the f**k didn’t she call his name?
Standing up, he approached her slowly. His size sometimes made women nervous, and he guessed that would be doubly true in the pen. “My name wasn’t called. Rossi.”
“Who do you see?”
“Ms. Evans.”
“She called out.”
“What for?” he fol
