Page 65 of Killer Confections

I’ve never been aroused by spanking. Truth be told, I always felt it was a little cringe when I read it in novels, but after experiencing the mixed pleasure and pain Atlas could bring me, it had me seeing the act in a whole new light.

And if the slickness between my thighs is any indication, my body is feeling the shift as well.

“Maybe,” I breathe, my face feeling flushed.

He hums, lifting a finger to my cheek as he strokes the blushing mound. “You need a break from my palm, baby, but as soon as it heals, I’ll give you some fresh ones. I was thinking of something a little different tonight.”

He speaks gently to me, turning my insides to putty. I’ve never needed anyone to take care of me. My parents made sure I was self-sufficient and headstrong, but the way Atlas is treating me feels an awful lot like being cared for. It’s so sweet and I just want to give that power to him because I know he would never hurt me.

My heart knows his intentions, but my mind is still catching up. Neither of us have put his identity out in the open and I still get that nagging thought of him not being who I think he is.

I would be crushed.

Which is why I haven’t said anything. I want to live inthis fantasy a little longer.

I turn into his hand, closing my eyes and soaking in the warmth his palm provides before nipping at his thumb.

“Mmm,” he groans as the elevator opens. He guides me to my door and I don’t even stop him from entering the code. My brows go up when I watch him put in a different one and the system gives a positive ding, disarming it.

He mimics my look, “Pretend you didn’t see that.”

I snort before pushing him past the threshold and moving to the kitchen. “I need to shower, but help yourself to dinner.”

He peers down at the spread I made before I left, nodding. “I can’t say no to that, but I can say no to you showering.”

I blink at him, “What? Why can’t I shower?”

His eyes shift to me. “I want my dessert just the way it is.”

I balk, gasping. “Oh, my god. No! I’m not doing that. That’s gross and I’m sweaty.”

He lifts a brow. “I’m not asking, baby. I’mtellingyou that you’re gonna sit your fine ass down at the table, I’m gonna make our plates, then, when you’re done, you’re gonna peel off that second skin and sit on my face.”

My whole body flushes. The air sucked straight from my lungs at his lewd declaration. He doesn’t comment on my shocked expression as he turns me toward the dining room and gives my ass a smack. I hiss at the sting, shooting a scowl over my shoulder before walking to the table and gently lowering myself onto the chair.

Atlas moves around my kitchen, pulling another plate down as he dishes the leftovers for himself and puts mine in the microwave. I’m entranced by him, my eyes following every movement he makes. His thick jacket hides his build, but it isn’t hard to imagine what I would find under the material. Solid muscles inked in a story I have yet to hear, bunching and flexing as he moves easily around my small kitchen like he’sbeen in it before.

Probably because he has.

My mouth waters at the image I’ve conjured, feeling a hunger that transcends the cramping in my stomach. I shift in my chair, my thighs rubbing and the dull ache in my ass making it hard to rest on either side without the reminder of what Atlas has done to me.

A thought strikes me.

He’s seen every inch of me.

Everything.

And I have yet to see him naked.

“Why don’t you take your clothes off?” The question slips from me before I can stop it.

He looks at me over his shoulder, brows raised. “You tryna get a look at the goods?”

I give a breathless laugh, shaking my head. “It just seems a little unfair. You’ve seen all of me—”

“Damn right. Fucking beautiful.”

“—and I have yet to see you.” I finish.