Hard.
That was the perfect word for what prison was.
At the present moment in time, it was also what Neal was. Orange cotton chafed painfully against his all too prominent arousal. He shifted uncomfortably on the standard sized mattress once, twice, three times as he stroked his erection as firmly as he could. He was fighting a battle to remain as quiet as possible, and he was losing with flying colors.
He couldn't stop thinking about her.
That perfect, tight little ass. Those long, slender legs with calves that he would've killed to have on his shoulders. Those perky breasts just begging to be devoured by his expert mouth and explored with every deft swipe of his tongue. The way she licked her lips just before saying something serious and the fact that he just knew her mouth would feel perfect all around him.
Neal gripped the edge of the mattress so tightly with his free hand that his knuckles turned white, leaving him gasping and groaning for more. He slid his busy hand underneath the material of his pants, hissing softly as his fingertips brushed fleetingly over his firm arousal.
Even when Kate had visited, he couldn't stop thinking about her.
He wouldn't stop thinking about her, and that was something he had decided a long time ago.
In the daytime, his heart belonged to Kate Moreau. Elegant and gorgeous, raven haired and porcelain skinned, submissive and always willing to please.
But in the night, his heart wasn't the one in charge.
In the dark of night, his body belonged to Miss Sara Ellis and everything he was bent on doing to her as soon as he could get out of this hell hole, beginning with licking his way along every full curve of her supple, perfect body.