toward him. He took one in his mouth, and Sophie’s sex clenched around him again. Hot damn, but he thought she was building toward another orgasm. He wanted to get her there before he gave in to the climax building for him.
He thrust again. He lifted her hips, positioning her so that his cock slid over her clit. When her nails bit into his shoulders, he knew she liked that—a lot. So he thrust again, gliding right over that sensitive spot even as he sank balls-deep into her.
She jerked beneath him, gasping out his name as she came. The contractions of her sex sent him right over the edge—over and into a volcano of pleasure. Hot, consuming, perfect. He shuddered and emptied himself in her.
When the pleasure finally started to wane—because those waves kept coming in slow bursts—he lifted his head. Her eyes were open. On him. So blue.
Once? He was supposed to be satisfied with one night with her?
No damn way.
Chapter Five
Clark Eastbridge didn’t normally visit prisoners at night. He didn’t normally pull strings to get special treatment. It just wasn’t his way.
But this wasn’t a normal situation.
He waited, his foot tapping a bit nervously, as the guard brought the prisoner to him.
The overhead lights glinted off Daniel Duvato’s red hair. The guy was dressed in the usual orange prison garb, and a dark line of stubble covered Duvato’s jaw. When he saw that Clark was waiting for him, the guy’s eyes narrowed in fury.
“Not the freaking ADA again.” Duvato jutted up his chin. “Not supposed to talk with you unless my lawyer is here!”
Right, that was the drill. And that was also why—
The door burst open. Phil Dunnway rushed into the room, suit rumpled, tie unknotted. “Don’t say a word!” Phil blasted to his client. “If there’s a deal on the table, I want to hear it.”
Christ. Clark shook his head. “This is a courtesy visit, nothing more. Nothing less.” It was a visit that he was already seriously regretting. But after that near accident with Sophie right outside of the courthouse, he’d just had to pay a visit to Duvato. “There’s been a threat against you, Mr. Duvato.”
The guy just laughed. Another asshole with a god complex. The fellow probably thought he was bulletproof, even in jail.
“A man has threatened to kill you, Mr. Duvato,” Clark continued doggedly. “I wanted you to know—”
“I’m locked up!” A guard had shoved Daniel into the chair across from Clark. Daniel lifted his cuffed hands and pointed toward the guard. “I got these bozos around me twenty-four, seven. I don’t think I have to worry about any threats.”
Actually, he did. Jail hits were all too common. Anyone could be taken out, anywhere, if the price was right.
“Wait, wait!” Phil leaned forward, slapping his briefcase on the table in front of Duvato. “Is this threat credible? Is my client in danger?” He puffed up his chest. “Because if so, I want him moved to a new facility, immediately!”
Yes, he’d kind of thought that might be the guy’s plan. “I don’t know if the threat is credible yet.”
Phil frowned. “Who made the threat?”
That was where this got interesting. With his gaze on Duvato, Clark said, “Sophie Sarantos was attacked last night.”
Daniel leapt to his feet. The guard instantly shoved him back down. When his cuffed hands hit the table, they collided with Phil’s briefcase. The briefcase tumbled off the edge of the table, and Phil hurried to collect the spilled contents.
Sophie’s briefcase had spilled, too. Notes had been all across that road.
But Sophie had been all right.
“A man broke into her home. He told her that he was going to kill you. Sophie reported the threat to me. She wanted to make sure you were safe.” Which made no damn sense to him, considering that Duvato had tried to kill Sophie.
“Is she okay?” Duvato asked, and some of the hard bravado had actually left his face.
Clark could only shake his head. “You tried to