James

By Sylvia Redmond

Her friends told her not to bring him home, but she wanted him too badly to not give him a try...
Rachel was a divorcee with a bad taste in men. She liked her sex rough, but her ex-husband had taken things too far. Now that she's free from his tyranny, she's trying to put her life back together. When she agreed to help a friend, meeting someone was the last thing on her mind...

James was a convict six months away from release. To Rachel he looked more like a runway model than a criminal. James talked eagerly about his plans for the future and how he wanted Rachel to be a part of them. She was spell bound by James's blue eyes, and his smooth talking told her everything she wanted to hear.

But perhaps his talking was a little too smooth...

How can she tell a man who has been locked up for so long to be gentle? Do his plans for the future really include her? Is she making a huge mistake?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Night Watch Publishing
• Release date: Oct 29, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370697977

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James

Women Loving Prisoners 2

Sylvia Redmond

Copyright 2015 by Night Watch Publishing All rights reserved.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

This story contains sexually explicit content and is intended for readers over 18 years of age. By downloading this document you acknowledge that you are over 18 years of age. All fictitious characters who are engaged in sexual acts in this book are likewise over 18 years of age, whether explicitly stated or not.

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Table of Contents

Introduction

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Introduction

I was in the common visiting room with him, like I had been dozens of times before. We were sitting alone at our own table, surrounded by other tables with other visiting families. The room was loud like it always was on the weekends, but it didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was that I was here with James.

He sighed as he looked at me with those eyes that made me fall in love with him. I had my hands under the table firmly wrapped around him. I was tugging on him, gently pumping him up and down. I could feel how hard he was as my hands moved back and forth. I wanted to tear his clothes off right there and climb on top of him – god knows I was wet enough. But I knew I had to wait, in another couple of weeks he would be out of here.

I smoothed my fingers over the tip of him as I gently stroked him with my other hand. I felt like I knew him so well and yet we hadn’t even had the chance to be intimate with one another yet.