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CHAPTER FOUR

ATLAS

One minute, we were standing in the bar, warding off a slimy piece of shit, and the next, we were in the elevator, standing on opposite sides of the car.

As if we both knew as soon as we touched—again—it was game over.

All bets off.

I’d known she was gorgeous from the second she’d stepped into the elevator earlier and dropped her book at my feet.

With her wavy dark-brown hair that fell just past her shoulders, those clear green eyes, and that mouth, there was no denying it.

But watching her now as she stood across from me, her cheeks flushed, lips parted, and eyes bright…

Fuck . She was looking at me like she wanted to eat me alive, and I was inclined to let her.

The oversized sweatshirt she wore did nothing to accentuate the firm little body I’d had practically wrapped around me, but fuck if it didn’t make my cock twitch.

Just the thought of her strolling to my bed wearing nothing but that had me hard as fucking granite.

From the way her eyes kept drifting down…

how she caught that plump lower lip with her teeth, a look of hunger overcoming her features, I had no doubt she saw my reaction to her.

My cock was a little difficult to hide.

It was taking everything in me not to descend on her.

Not to close the distance between us in two long strides and crash my mouth against hers once again.

I wanted to taste her every-fucking-where.

And I wasn’t going to rest until I’d done so.

As soon as the elevator doors opened on my floor, I couldn’t hold myself back any longer.

Neither, it seemed, could she.

We met in the middle, her body crashing into mine as I cupped her ass and lifted her up.

Gripping my face, she wrapped her legs around my waist and brought her lips down on mine.

She still tasted just as sweet as whatever she’d been drinking, and I moaned into her mouth.

Her answering whimper as she ground her pussy against me had my cock throbbing, desperate to slide inside her.

With our lips still fused together, I palmed her ass with one hand and fumbled in my pocket for the room key with the other.

More desperate than I could ever remember being.

Needing to get her into my room.

To lock us away from prying eyes and ears and spend the entire night worshipping every inch of her.

Except I didn’t have all night.

I had less than an hour.

But I fully intended to make every second count.

She slid her tongue against mine and rolled her hips over my cock, a needy little moan leaving her lips.

And that single sound nearly did me in.

I groaned, not bothering to keep quiet.

“Christ, you’re killing me.”

She made a sound of protest. “Absolutely not. You’re not allowed to die until I get this big guy inside me, big guy.”

I huffed out a pained laugh, slapped the room key against the reader, and shoved open the door once it flashed green.

Blindly carrying her toward the bedroom, I bumped into various objects along the way—a chair, the desk lamp, a painting on the wall—completely uncaring of the carnage left in our wake.

As soon as my knees hit the side of the bed, I tore myself away from her addictive mouth and tossed her onto the mattress.

I watched with satisfaction as her tits bounced beneath her sweatshirt, her hair fanning out around her.

And those eyes stared up at me, begging for everything I wanted to give her.

There was so fucking much I wanted to give her.

“Any limits I should know about?”

Her brows twitched, and she allowed her gaze to drift over me from head to toe.

“How about I tell you if anything crosses a line? Green, yellow, red.”

“Good girl.” I removed my suit jacket and tossed it over the chaise at the foot of the bed.

“Is that what you’re going to be for me tonight?”

A spark of challenge lit in her eyes, and I wanted to meet it head on.

“Maybe. But I’m definitely not going to make it easy for you.”

My dick jerked at her admission and the realization I had a brat on my hands.

I was going to love seeing just how far I could push her until she finally melted for me.

“Take off your clothes.” Jesus Christ. I didn’t even recognize my own voice.

Low and deep. Almost a plea rather than a demand.

And she fucking knew it.

A smirk ticked up the corner of her mouth.

“If you want me naked so bad, do it yourself.”

Without a second’s hesitation, I reached out, cupped her ankles, and yanked her toward me until her calves hung over the side of the bed.

I tossed her shoes and socks behind me before gripping the waistband of her leggings and tugging them off, her panties vanishing right along with them.

The sight of her in that oversized sweatshirt and nothing else was even better than my imagination.

Her pretty little pussy peeked out beneath the hem, bare and already glistening.

My mouth watered just looking at it.

Unable to wait another second, I dropped to my knees, tossed her legs over my shoulders, and blew a gust of air against her exposed clit.

“This okay?”

“ So okay.”

That was the only confirmation I needed before I buried my mouth against her cunt.

“ Oh god ,” she breathed, her hands flying to my head as I swiped my tongue through her slit, groaning as soon as her taste hit my senses.

“Oh my fuck, I’ve missed this.”

Missed it?

That implied her pussy hadn’t been feasted on in a while, and I both loved and hated that.

Whoever she’d been with who hadn’t fallen to their knees every goddamn day to service her cunt with their tongue was a fucking idiot.

But I had no problem making up for their ineptitude.

By the time I was done, I wanted her come dripping down my chin.

Wanted to be able to smell her on my beard for days .

She delved her fingers into my hair as I licked a path through her seam, swirling my tongue around her clit before sucking it between my lips.

I allowed her sounds to guide me, tell me what she liked and what she was desperate for more of.

Soft moans, a sharp intake of breath, a deep, throaty groan.

Or, my personal favorite, a shocked gasp and the tightening of her thighs around my ears, holding me buried against her as if she never wanted me to leave.

Hell, if I had my way, I wasn’t sure I would.

She tightened her fingers in my hair, her constant chant of, “ Oh my god, oh my god, oh my fucking god ,” my guidepost. My North Star as I pushed her to come against my tongue.

When she did…when she squeezed her thighs tight around me, her legs shaking as she climaxed with a muffled cry…

it was the sweetest fucking sound.

The sweetest goddamn taste.

And I wasn’t sure I’d ever be satisfied.

After the waves had rolled through her, her body going lax against me, she breathed, “Holy shit , you’re good at that.”

Rather than answer her, I didn’t move from the heaven between her thighs.

Instead, I lifted my eyes to connect with hers and doubled down on my efforts, this time adding my fingers to the mix.

I slipped my middle two inside her, curling them up and stroking her from the inside while I traced unending circles around her clit with my tongue.

“Oh shit. He’s going to try to make me come again,” she whispered to herself, disbelief threaded in her tone.

Then to me, she said, “You’re going to try to make me come again?”

Normally it would’ve taken an act of God to remove my mouth from her pussy, but I wanted to be very clear about one thing.

I lifted my lips from her and replaced my tongue with my thumb, strumming her clit in a relentless rhythm.

“I’m not going to try , trouble. I’m just going to. Until you beg me to stop.”

She breathed out a laugh, challenge sparking in her eyes.

“I can’t wait to see that.”

And from the smile that swept across her mouth at those words, she knew exactly what she’d done.

Thrown down a challenge I had no intention of failing.

She dropped her head back to the mattress as I curled my fingers, incessantly stroking that spot inside her that made her inner thighs quiver.

And this time, when I added my mouth, her orgasm was immediate.

She cried out a shocked gasp and came apart beneath my tongue for the second time.

I groaned as her taste flooded my mouth, her tangy sweetness intoxicating.

But I still didn’t let up.

Didn’t move from my spot between her legs, my mouth affixed to heaven.

Wasn’t going to until she did exactly what I said she would.

I wouldn’t quit until she was begging me to.