The Prison Project (by Bethany Donaghy) novel Chapter 138

Coban’s POV

Her hand moved across my groin before I could think, before I could pull away, before I could get the words fuck off past the tightening in my throat.

I tensed instantly.

Every muscle.

Every thought.

Every damn part of me recoiled…

Except one.

My cock twitched beneath her palm. stiffening under a touch I didn’t want. Didn’t invite. Didn’t even enjoy.

Addison hummed low in her throat, misreading everything. “See?” she whispered like she’d won something. “Your body remembers me. baby…”

I shut my eyes.

Because if I looked at her – if I let myself see her glossy-lipped smirk, the hungry way she pressed

close – Id lose it.

Not sexually.

Not even remotely.

I’d shove her away too hard and draw far too much attention to this.

Id blow it all, my entire plan…

And I couldn’t afford that.

Not tonight.

Not with Margot on the line.

But fuck… my body was betraying me heavily.

It wasn’t because of Addison.

It wasn’t even because of her touch.

It was because I’d been too tightly wound all day, too keyed up, too pissed off. too fucking desperate.

And she knew it.

She fed off it.

Her thumb dragged in a slow circle and my jaw locked, breath shuddering out of me.

Disgust and guilt warred in my gut at how good it felt…

Margot’s face flashed behind my eyes again – the softness, the innocence. the way she’d pressed-hor lips together when she whispered my name earlier like she actually worried about me.

She trusted me.

Wanted better for me.

And here 1 was letting some desperate nurse palm me off because I needed intel. Needed access.

Needed the damn suits attention.

Addison’s breath hitched as she shifted closer. “You still want me.” she murmured.

No. I don’t.

Not even a little.

Not even for a second.

But I couldn’t say that.

Not if I wanted her help.

* “Mhm…” Was all I gave, as she moved faster, a small joyful giggle escaping her.

“You’ll always come back to me, won’t you baby?” She hummed, hand tightening again and again…

And then-

A sharp knock slammed down against the door.

I jerked upright so fast her hand fell away like it’d been burned. She staggered back, wide-eyed and breathless herself – eyes darting between me and the door.

I sucked in air. chest rising hard, relief punching through me like a shot of adrenaling that she was

finally gone.

“Everything all good in there?” the guard called out, voice deep and suspicious.

Addison froze. then scrambled – actually scrambled – trying to fix her hair. pulling her scrub top

straight, wiping at her reddening cheeks like the guard could smell the desperation on her.

Hell, maybe he could…

It was written all over the poor whore..

She opened the door just enough for the guard to poke his head inside.

Tve – eh – I’ve just patched the inmate up as best I can,” she stammered, voice too high and too suspicious already. “He’s just waiting for x-ray now before the doctor will see him.”

The guard’s eyes swept over me.

My newly plugged nose.

My flushed skin.

The blood smudged under my jaw.

And worst of all… his eyes fell back on Addison’s face.

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