Bringing my phone out, I turn the vibrator that’s still inside her to the maximum level.
Her loud “Fuck!” makes me laugh.
“I’m not gonna wish you good night, because I hope you have ahorribleone without me, Succubus,” I shout as I double tap her door, turning the device off. I don’t know which would madden her most—the fact I turned it on in the first place, or that I didn’t let her finish.
Another night with her inserted in my mind as a core memory. The thought that I’m going to miss her over the next few days while I’m away on business catches me off guard. I don’t want to be this attached to her or care whether I’ll see my little demon again, but that ship has sailed.
And here I am, heading home with another painful hard-on to show for it.
Fuckin’ pathetic!
To top it all, I’m already debating which one of the guys I should leave behind to look after Summer, so Jacob won’t dare approach her.
I pull my shirt on while walking back to my car, cursing under my breath at the lingering sweetness of her scent, making it impossible for my mind to drift elsewhere.
Summer is single-handedly scrambling my brain, rearranging all thoughts so every road leads to her.
Chapter 20
Summer
Atlas
I’ll be away for a few days. It’s a work thing.
That’s the text greeting me in the morning.
I have Atlas exactly where I want him, but I hate that I’m not as indifferent to him as I’d like to be.
Whatever warmth his confessions from last night stir in me is quickly replaced by the memory of my public humiliation and the need for payback.
I grab the phone and type in my response.
So, a few days of peace and quiet for me? No one to stalk me, tie me down, strip me, threaten me, and humiliate me? Boooring!
His answer slides in without aheartbeat of delay.
Atlas
You’re forgetting fingering and eating you so good you screamed that someone’s name.
You’re never letting go of this, are you, Chocolate Bar Thief?
Atlas
Never!
Atlas
Is this the nickname I’m going to be stuck with? Don’t I deserve a sweeter one?
Well, you stole my salted caramel bars, so it’s fitting. How about I make it sound better? Like ‘my handsome Chocolate Bar Thief’?
Instant regret. Did I give him too much of a sweet attitude?
Atlas
You think I’m handsome?
