Page 109 of Killer Confections

I nod, tapping my chin as if I’m in deep thought. “Does the assassin business have life insurance?”

Dom lifts a brow. “Do we look like we haveinsurance?”

“Then no. You can’t run my husband over.”

Atlas pulls me back, leaning over until his lips graze my ear. “Thin ice. One more smart comment and I flip this dress up, baby.”

I turn to shoot him a sultry look over my shoulder. “That’s all it takes? This is too easy.”

He smirks, but his eyes are hooded with dark intent. He isn’t mirthful. He’s waiting for me to make the next move.

My blood rushes, and I squirm on his lap, sliding along the soft steel below me. Atlas clears his throat to cover a groan and I smirk.

He’s going to fold long before I do.

All afternoon, we talk to our small group, getting lost in stories and drinking far too much. When I offer to show Alana something on my phone, I lean forward just enough for Atlas to get an eyeful of my skirt clinging to my ass. He makes a pained sound behind me before his hand caresses a cheek and I sit back down on him.

“Dominic! Connor!” Mrs. Jade calls from across the patio. “Help me find the photo albums!”

Both men hang their heads and groan before getting up. Alana follows behind them, excusing herself.

“They always forget they’re in the bottom of the guest closet.” She muses before stepping into the house.

Thalia is distracted as she stares off into the distance, sitting too far away for comfort.

Atlas’s hand skims my neck, and goosebumps break out on my arms. “Sit up.” He commands.

I swallow before lifting and sliding forward. He moves my skirt, so it covers his lap and my bare pussy touches his jeans.

“You’ve been dripping all over me for the last hour,” he rasps in my ear before gripping the hair at the nape of my neck and pulling me back against him. “Now, be a good girl and warm my cock.”

I nod as I feel his hands work his belt loose. His cock springs free, nestling between my ass as his velvety warmth sends tendrils of arousal pulsing in me.

Atlas’s hands find my hips before he lifts me and helps situate me over his length. When I sink down, our mixed releases from earlier lube him, allowing for him to slide in with no resistance. When our hips touch and I’m fully seated on him, a sigh leaves me. I’m aching to move as I ripple around him, but his firm grip on my hip bones stops me.

“No moving,” he warns. “You’re warming me, baby. Just lay back andfeel.”

He pulls me back with him, but I don’t want tofeel. I don’t want torelax. I want him to fuck me. That aching need inside of me is consuming and I can’t reach any kind of relief just sitting here.

So, I move my legs subtly, lifting them so my pussy can slide ever so slightly up his shaft. I bite my lip hard, my eyes fluttering at the feeling before the front of my throat is gripped tightly.

“I know what you’re doing,” Atlas growls in my ear. “You’ve been so fucking bratty since we left the house. Youforget that once we’re home, it’s just the two of us.”

I lick my lips, wetting them as I peer up at him over my shoulder. “Oh, did you want me to be bratty there too?”

His nostril flares and I roll my lips in as the alarm of danger crests in my head. I’m burying myself so deep I know I’ll be begging for air, but my god, it’s all soexhilarating. I’ve never felt so alive and free in my whole life. And Atlas has helped me to finally let go. There’s no going back for me. I know he feels the same.

I lean into him, giving him a playful nip on the nose. “I can do a trick. Want to see?”

He eyes me. “Go ahead.”

I clench my inner muscles, causing him to hiss as I tighten around him. “Fuck me or I’ll warm you until you fucking cum in front of your coworkers.”

His severe expression finds mine and we have a stare off. A battle of wills as neither of us backs down. Until Alana plops into the seat across from us, and both Atlas and I tense.

I smirk before clenching again and he shifts his hips upward as if he’s trying to get comfortable, but in actuality, he’s hanging on by a fucking thread.

“Oh, my god, Loxley!” Raven calls from across the patio and my eyes widen as Atlas smirks. “These Petit Fours are to die for!”