Page 12 of Rulebreaker

Then it’s all I can do to just lay there while I catch my breath.

Until she giggles softly.

I run my fingers through her hair. “What’s that laugh for, Texas?”

“Well, hell, Atlas,” she says, eyes filled with mirth. “I think you’ve just officially initiated me into the Mile High Club.”

FOUR

Lily

“It’s a very exclusive club,”he says, lacing his fingers together and putting them behind his head. “Especially on my jet.”

“Oh?” I turn onto my side so I can look at him. A cuddle would’ve been nice, but my gut tells me that’s not his style. And if I’m honest, we’re better off not doing things that might make me want more. “What does it take for an invitation to the bedroom on Delarosa Air?”

“You tell me.” His eyes bore into mine.

“All I did was kiss you,” I say innocently. “The rest was all you.”

“You did a hell of a lot more than kiss me.” His smile is disarming. Sexy as fuck. And those eyes–that’s his secret weapon. He probably doesn’t even know it.

“Did I?” I ask playfully, rolling onto my back and stretching. I arch my torso so my back bows. My breasts rise as Iextend my arms over my head and I can practically feel his eyes on me.

“You’re like an exotic cat,” he murmurs, reaching out a hand to trail his fingers along my stomach. “Exquisitely beautiful but extremely dangerous and impossible to tame.”

Why do those words make me feel special? It was just sex, but for some reason it felt like so much more. It’s like he’s turned me inside out and it’s disconcerting. And I don’tdodisconcerting.

I like to be in control–outside the bedroom anyway–and Atlas is making me feel very out of control.

“Looks like you figured this little kitty out,” I tease, trying to still the pounding of my heart.

“Along with all the ways to make that tight little pussy of yours purr.”

“You kiss your mama with that dirty mouth?” I ask, forcing a playful grin.

He chuckles. “Most certainly not.”

“Do you even have a mama? I feel like you probably descended from dinosaurs–the corporate-a-saurus.”

“I have a mother,” he says dryly, “but I don’t know where she is. She gave me up when I was ten. I spent the next eight years in foster care.”

Oh hell’s bells.

Why did he have to tell me something so personal? Now he’s a real person, not just a friend of a friend who happens to have the world’s most perfect dick.

Dammit, Atlas.

“I’m sorry,” I say softly. “I didn’t mean to bring up a painful memory.”

“It’s not painful. I have no feelings about her one way or the other. She was a single mom who couldn’t take care of me. She did the best she could, and honestly, it made me into the man Iam. I probably wouldn’t be where I am if not for what she did. I don’t–”

A beep interrupts him and then Maya’s voice comes over an intercom. “Mr. Delarosa, the pilot has started his descent. We’re about thirty minutes from touching down.”

“I need to get dressed,” I say, sitting up.

“The bathroom is all yours,” he says, motioning toward the door.

The intimate moment we were sharing is lost, so I make my way into the beautiful room, staring down at the bidet with interest. That’s probably more useful than I originally thought.