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Kairi

My eyes fluttered open on their own. My first thought was getting myself out of bed to check on Dion, but then it all came flooding back to me. I sighed in relief. I really didn’t want to do anything, and I didn’t have to. Pushing myself up on my elbows, I yawned. Despite how much I drank, my head was surprisingly clear. I stretched, feeling lazy. I could hear muffled laughter from the living room—Ebony, Lu, and Atlas were already up. I could smell food. I pushed myself out of bed and headed straight to the bathroom.

I brushed my teeth, then stepped into the shower. The moment the hot water kissed my skin, memories from the night before flooded me—me, wet and wild in the pool, Atlas watching like I was his personal fantasy come to life. I tried to ignore the dull throb between my legs,

I couldn’t help the giggle that slipped out. I’d been shameless. Bold. Drunk off tequila and attention. And the way he looked at me? Like he wanted to ruin me and pray about it afterward.

My fingers drifted lazily down my stomach, then lower, tracing the soft curve of my hips. My other hand slid up to my breast, my thumb brushing over my nipple until it tightened beneath my touch. I gasped feeling the urge to touch my clit. But I stopped, clenching my jaw and pulling my hand away with a sigh. I didn’t need to work myself up for no reason.

I grabbed a rag and started to wash.

I stepped out and froze

Atlas.

“The fuck?” I cursed. His sudden presence made my heart skip, and I instinctively pulled the towel closer. He leaned against the doorframe He looked annoyingly good in gym shorts, tats on display.

“Don’t play shy now,” he said, a low laugh rumbling in his chest. “Not after the show you put on last night.”

“Sorry,” I mumbled, feeling heat creep over my cheeks.

Atlas’s expression shifted as he pushed off the door and walked toward me. He stopped in my space. He cupped my face gently, pressing a firm kiss to my forehead before smoothing my wet hair back.

“Your girls are in the living room eating lunch,” His eyes held mine. “How are you feeling? You sober? Lucid?”

I nodded.

“Remember what happened last night?” he asked, his gaze never leaving mine.

I nodded again.

He stepped closer, his voice low. “No. Use your words, baby.”

It felt strange, but I obeyed. “Yes, I remember.”

“Good,” he said, his voice rougher now. He reached behind me, nudging me closer to the bathroom sink. “Now, grab the sink. And be quiet.”

“What? What you mean grab the sink? “ I asked, my voice somewhere between disbelief and curiosity.

“I mean grab the sink” he replied, his eyes darkening. Before I could say anything more, he brought his hand down firmly on my ass—not painful, but enough to make me gasp, the thick towel softening the blow. “You told me last night I could spank you if you were bad, remember?” he teased.

I flinched at the memory, my cheeks burning. “I did, but I didn’t think you’d actually—”

“Too late for second thoughts,” he interrupted, snatching the towel from me, goose bumps erupted on my flesh, making his breath seem warmed was against my ear. “Now, do what I said. Hands on the sink, facing the mirror. Now.” His tone left no room for argument, and I figured he would just tease me back, like he always did, then pull away.

I braced myself against the sink. Legs spread apart.

He stepped closer. I watched him in the mirror as he leaned in. His lips trailed down my spine.

I shivered, a not so quiet hiss escaping me as he began massaging my ass.

“Atlas,” I whispered. “They’re right outside.”

He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against my skin. “You didn’t care when you were teasing me right in front of them. Why should I care now?”

His hand ended up firm on the back of my neck, keeping me in place.

“Today, I’m in control. Every question I ask, you’re going to answer with ‘yes, Sir.’ You understand?”

I swallowed hard, my heart racing, but the thrill of the command was undeniable. “Yes, Sir,” my voice came out shaky.

His hand slid lower, resting just above my ass, his fingers tracing small, lazy circles on my skin. My breath caught, and I couldn’t help the slight arch of my back, silently begging for more. I watched him in the mirror; his eyes were fixed on my ass as he chewed his bottom lip.

“Remember,” he said, his voice suddenly softer, “your friends are right outside. If you don’t want them to hear you, you’d better be quiet. Do you think you can manage that?”

“Yes, Sir,” I breathed, biting my lip to keep from making any noise. The thought of being caught, of someone knocking on the door to see what’s taking so long, sent a rush of heat through me. I pressed my thighs together, my pussy so wet and throbbing.

He chuckled softly, pleased with himself. “Good girl.” His hand moved lower, cupping my ass, squeezing hard enough to make me gasp. “I can take my time with you, right?”

“Yes, Sir,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady, even though every part of me was trembling.

He bent over me, his chest pressing against my back, his mouth close to my ear. “You’re going to be patient, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Sir,” I whispered, the words slipping out easily, almost reflexively now.

He slid two fingers between my thighs, finding me slick already. He groaned from deep in his throat. I had to bite down on my lip to keep from crying out. His fingers moved slowly, teasing my folds, rubbing against my clit, but without giving me enough pressure to find any real relief.

“You want more?” he asked, his tone mocking, like he already knew the answer.

“Yes, Sir,” I said, the words coming out desperate.

He smiled—I could see it in the mirror—a slow, wicked grin. “You’re so wet for me. You really don’t care if they hear, do you?”

My cheeks burned with embarrassment and excitement. “No, Sir,” I admitted.

His fingers slid inside me, deep and slow, and I had to bury my face in my arm to stifle the moan that rose in my throat. The stretch, the pressure—everything was too much and not enough at the same time. He started a steady rhythm, but it was slow—too slow, just enough to keep me on edge.

“Do you want to cum?” he asked, his voice softer now, almost gentle.

“Yes, Sir,” I gasped, my body pressing back against him, desperate for more.

But he stopped suddenly, pulling his fingers out, leaving me empty and wanting. I let out a frustrated whimper before I could stop myself. His hand came down hard on my ass, the slap stung, I had to bite my lip to keep quiet.

“You make another noise, and I’ll make you wait even longer,” he warned, his voice low and serious. His hand snaked up and roughly palmed my right breast before tugging at the nipple.

“Yes, Sir,” I whispered, my voice breaking. My pussy leaked.

“You’re so impatient, baby. I’m going to make you cum—but not on my fingers,” he whispered. Suddenly, he pushed into me, stretching me. My eyes flew open. I hadn’t even known I’d closed them. His arm tightened around my waist, and he had this low- eyed, lazy look on his face. He didn’t move. His eyes focused on me in the mirror.

“Look at yourself, Look at how desperate you are. You want me to fuck you fast or slow?”

“Slow,” I whimpered.

He started moving then, each stroke slow and deliberate, building a rhythm that made me whimper.

“Bad girl,” he murmured. “You’re being too loud,” he reprimanded as he watched me struggle to keep my composure.

I tucked my lips inside my mouth.

“That’s it... take it quietly.”

I gripped the sink harder.

“You’re doing so good for me. And your pussy feels so good to me. It makes me mad I had to wait so long to feel it again.” His praise washed over me, making my pussy tighten around him.

“Man, fuck!” His deep baritone bounced off the walls. He slid his tongue across his teeth, and his head lolled back on his neck. “You’re ready to give me another baby, because I’m definitely about to cum in you. You keep squeezing me like this.”

“Yes, Sir,” I moaned. The hold he had on me tightened, and his stroke became jerky.

My eyes rolled into the back of my head. The thought of him exploding inside me had me on edge. A few more strokes and I'd lose all sense. But when he reached around, his hand curling around my throat, and he squeezed—“Oh my God”—I lost it. My entire body shook, and my knees went weak. I had to tighten my grip on the sink to keep from falling. He squeezed me hard and growled through his orgasm—literally growled, the sound vibrating against my skin.

We both stood there for a moment, catching our breath, watching each other’s faces calm in the mirror. Then he pulled out slowly, making me gasp one last time before he stepped back. I felt his cum leak out of me as he watched it. He had this look on his face that said he wanted to clean up his mess then make another.

“Quick shower,” I muttered. “They are waiting,” I said to distract him.

He nodded, licking his lips and brushing out a hard breath.

My legs were unsteady as I turned toward the shower. He switched on the water, guiding me under the stream. We washed each other quickly.

I was trying my hardest not to be weird about it. We had just taken a giant step forward and there was so much that still stood in between us. But at the moment, I didn’t care. My body felt good, so I was content.

He kept staring at me as if he was seeing me in a new light. It was hard not to react.

As I adjusted the straps, I felt Atlas behind me, eyes tracing every inch of the dress. His hand snaked around my waist, fingers curling over my hip before sliding lower, gripping my ass firmly. He pulled me against him. His breath was hot on my neck, lips grazing the damp curls of my hair.

“I want to fuck you again. Right now.” His hands roamed my body.

I sidestepped him. “Time to go out.”

He caught my wrist, pulling me back for a moment, his grip rough. His face got serious.

“No more games, Kairi. No more pretending this isn’t real. It’s us now—me, you, and Dion. I’ve wanted this for so long, and you did too.” His voice dropped lower. “There’s no going back now. No stopping. Not for anything.”

I tried to pull back, but he only gripped me tighter, his eyes burning into mine. “You don’t get to run from this anymore.”

There was something threatening about his words, but before I could think about how to respond—or if I even wanted to—he switched up on me again.

“You go first,” he said quietly, pressing a soft kiss to my temple. “I’ll be right behind you.”

I let him change the subject, and I nodded, taking a deep breath before stepping into the hallway. The sound of Ebony and Lu’s voices stopped. I forced myself to walk in like everything was normal, though my pussy was sore.

“Hey, y'all,” I said, trying to sound casual. “Any food left?”

Lu was the first to notice me. She raised an eyebrow, her gaze sharp but playful. “Yes, plenty. Baby daddy ordered a lot,” she said, smirking.

Ebony, sitting cross-legged on the couch, eyed me suspiciously. “You’re acting weird.”

I just shrugged, plopping down next to her. “Am I? Maybe because I just got out the hot shower…”

Before they could pry further, Atlas appeared in the doorway.

He leaned against the wall, trying to look casual, but there was a slight tension in his posture.

Ebony narrowed her eyes. “You changed clothes, Atlas. Why? You looked cute.”

He was clearly caught off guard and opened his mouth to respond, but before he could, Lu and Ebony burst into laughter, the sound ringing through the room.

Lu’s laughter suddenly stopped, her expression turning serious— too serious—for a moment. She leaned forward. “But seriously... what’s with y’all and fucking in bathrooms?”

I froze, trying to keep a straight face. They had obviously heard us.

But Atlas chuckled low, scratching the back of his neck. “Good question,” he replied. “I guess it’s our thing now.”

Ebony rolled her eyes dramatically, while Lu shook her head, muttering, “Y’all are weird. But at least when she writes about it in a new book, you’ll absolutely know it’s about you.”