Free Freak by Jennifer Hillier

control.”
    “I called in sick. I haven’t been feeling well—”
    “Bullshit.” She touched his chin, tilting his face up with her hand. “I don’t care if you’re an alcoholic, Mark. I’m not your wife. I’m not going to get in your face for drinking toomuch, because I actually don’t care if you drink yourself into oblivion. Your body, your life, your choices. But not right now, do you understand? Right now I need you strong and I need you focused.”
    She let go of his chin. His head dropped again. A moment later, he looked up at her, his dark eyes searching her face. He leaned in.
    “Not here,” she said.
    “Come on, nobody’s watching.” Mark’s hand was still holding her wrists. His touch was gentle, his fingers grazing the delicate skin of her palm. A tingle went through her. “It’s the conference room,” he said. “No cameras, remember? I’ve missed you so much.”
    He was right, this was probably the one place in prison they could be this close without the risk of anybody seeing anything. Turning her face up to his, she parted her lips and allowed him to taste her. She moved in close and rubbed against him, feeling him harden beneath his scratchy uniform pants. He groaned softly, as she knew he would, and his lips moved down to her neck. One hand pulled her closer.
    Mark was a good-looking guy, with a hard body to match underneath the CO uniform, but that wasn’t why Abby was into him. It was really very simple. Abby was into Mark because he was into her . The desire in his dark eyes, his eagerness to please her, his willingness to risk himself to do whatever it took to make her happy—she knew she could use him.
    He steered her back toward the table, then hoisted her up onto it, his hands moving fast underneath her cotton top. She felt his fingers graze her breasts over her ugly prison-issue brassiere, fumbling to find her nipples. His other hand reached for her pants, tugging at the elastic waistband. He snaked a hand inside, moving aside her underwear, and she sighed. For threeminutes, she closed her eyes and allowed him to pleasure her, his fingers touching all the right spots. She came quickly and quietly, moaning softly in his ear as she reached orgasm.
    She opened her eyes to find Mark watching her, a satisfied grin on his face. Men . All he’d done was something she could do to herself anytime she wanted, but you’d think the guy had just won the Super Bowl.
    “My turn,” he said, reaching for his belt buckle.
    She stopped him. “No.”
    “Come on, I’ll be quick.” He leaned in again, his breath hot on her neck. “I promise. I just want you so fucking bad—”
    “I said no.” Abby’s voice was soft but unyielding.
    He saw that she meant it. Grudgingly, he stepped back, adjusting the material around his crotch with a grimace. “What’s the matter with you? This is the perfect opportunity.”
    She slid off the table, tucking her shirt back in and smoothing her hair with her hands. “This is a delicate time for me, you know that. I have to be extra careful. I can’t take any chances right now, and I can’t have any violations. If all goes well, I’ll be leaving here soon. You want that for me, don’t you?”
    Mark’s chiseled face was sullen. “I don’t know, actually. I like having you here, close to me. I get to see you every day.”
    Abby sighed. He might be pretty, but he was oh so stupid. She gave him a reproachful look. “That’s a bit selfish, don’t you think? A minimum-security prison means more freedom for me. The possibility of getting outside more. Walking around unrestricted. More visitation. Maybe even a private cell. It’s not like you couldn’t put in for a transfer.”
    “Really?” His face lit up. “You’d want me to?”
    “You’re my boyfriend. Sure I would.” She held her wrists out. He dutifully pulled out the handcuffs and snapped them on. He kept them so loose, it almost didn’t matter that she waswearing them, but she hated