Page 36 of Rulebreaker

“Panties,” he says, holding out his hand.

“Wh-what?” I’m momentarily confused.

“Take them off and give them to me. Every second you waste talking is one less second I can use to get you off.”

I’m wearing a denim mini skirt so shimmying out of my panties only takes a few of those precious seconds. I start to toss them aside but he snatches them out of midair.

“Itoldyou to give them to me,” he says pointedly. “Next time, there’ll be repercussions for not doing what you’re told.”

And just like that my vagina floods with arousal.

Atlas sticks my panties into the pocket of his jacket–because of course he wears a suit to see the pop star he’s sleeping with–and then sinks onto the little settee in the room. He crooks his finger at me, eyes gleaming. “Come sit on my lap.”

I don’t hesitate, moving immediately and resting my bottom on his very long, hard erection.

“Spread your legs, baby.” The timbre of his voice when he tells me what to do brings every inch of me to life, a full-body arousal that’s hard to describe. Coming from anyone else, it would annoy me, but it’s magic when Atlas does it.

“Good girl.” He runs a hand along my thigh, fingers inching toward the promised land. “How much pleasure can you get in less than twenty minutes?”

“I feel pleasure every time you touch me,” I breathe.

“Let’s see if we can up the ante.” Warm strong fingers slide up and gently cup my mound. “You’re wet for me,” he murmurs.

“Yes.”

He slips the tip of one finger inside me. “Verywet.”

I pull in a shaky breath, anxious for more and completelymesmerized by the expression on his face when Atlas Delarosa presses that finger all the way in. Gratification, almost like I’m pleasuring him instead of the other way around. A touch of smugness, because he knows how badly I want more than his finger.

He shifts slightly and presses the heel of his palm against my pubic bone, rubbing just enough to bring my hips up off his lap.

“Easy.” He angles his head and bites the side of my neck.

I want to tell him to stop, that hickeys would be ridiculous at our age, but I can’t. Because I don’t care. If he wants to leave a trail up one side and down the other, I won’t say no. I’m under some kind of spell, the kind that makes a girl do stupid things, and there’s no way to tell him to stop.

“Atlasss…” The last part of his name comes out like a hiss as he slides a second finger inside me. “Oh, God.”

His teeth scrape the sensitive skin behind my ear, his fingers working in and out expertly. The pressure on my clit adds friction that makes me squirm and my hips undulate against his hand.

“Please please please!” I beg, fingers digging into his forearm.

A third finger joins the other two and when he lightly scissors them, my vision blurs and a kaleidoscope of pleasure ricochets through me. I buck and wriggle, moaning his name, arching up to take as much of him as possible.

“Oh, fuck, Atlas…”

He’s quiet, and then ever so slowly pulls his fingers from my vagina and brings them to his mouth. Watching him lick every drop of my juices nearly sends me over the edge again, but I have no time to enjoy it because there’s a brisk knock on the door.

“Lily, you need to leave for the airport in four minutes!”Desi’s voice is tentative, which isn’t like her, but there’s no doubt in my mind she knows what’s been going on in here the last few minutes.

“Give me three,” I yell back.

“Next time I see you alone,” Atlas says in that sexy alpha-bossy way I’m starting to love, “I expect you on your knees wearing nothing but that red lipstick you wore that last time we were together–understood?”

The next time?

I nod and somehow say, “Yes.”

He presses a soft kiss on my lips. “I’m glad we got to see each other.”