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But I don't know how he'll keep it if Willow gets here before I'm dressed. Feeling compelled to trust him, I stop trying to move.
"Good girl."
Heat surges into my cheeks. I like that way too much. For several long seconds, we stay there, him deep inside me, his eyes locked on mine.
The sound of the outer door opening reaches us and I panic, but Atlas cups my face. "It will be alright. You are not doing anything wrong."
"Not sure health and safety would agree," I mutter, but my body responds to the command in his voice and settles.
Dio mio. This man.
Atlas pulls out slowly, careful of my overused lady bits. "Do not move."
He yanks his t-shirt on and tucks his still hard shaft into his jeans, but he doesn't zip them. The t-shirt won't hide the fact he's aroused, but it covers his naked flesh.
He steps out into the hallway and shouts, "Hey, Willow. I'm Atlas. Lucia wants you to start in the main area."
"You're the dude she took upstairs last night."
"And I'm the man who will be staying up there tonight too."
"I need to see my boss. You're hot and all, but how do I know you aren't a serial killer who stuffed her body in the deep freeze?"
Someone kill me now. "I'm fine," I yell, loathe to move when Atlas told me not to.
I have no idea why. I hated when Tino and his dad tried to boss me around, but this feels different. It feels right and I'm going with it.
"Do you have a deep freeze?" Atlas asks Willow, sounding weirdly interested.
"Well, no. It's a figure of speech."
A beat of silence and then, "I'm serious, Lucia, tell me something that lets me know you're okay."
"You're the one that's always telling me I need to blow off some steam." I put my hands over my face, unable to believe I said that.
No way does Willow not know what we are doing in here. But she hasn't seen me and for whatever reason, that makes it okay.
Her laughter echoes from down the hall. "Good for you!"
Atlas doesn't say anything else, but comes back into the room and closes the door behind him. I shudder to think how much extra power we used keeping it cold with the door open this long.
I didn't build a successful nightclub ignoring the little things like that.
He crosses the room to stand between my legs. "Put your feet on my chest."
Is he going to keep going? Part of me wants to. Very much. The responsible business owner knows we can't though.
He taps his chest and sex kitten wins over responsible businesswoman. I let my feet rest against his hard pecs and feel immediate relief in my strained thigh and arm muscles.
Atlas slides two fingers deep inside me. My core clenches around his hard fingers and my clitoris pulses in renewed interest. But he doesn't move them. He stands there, pressing inside me, his rugged features intent.
I can't help squirming a little. "What are you doing?"
"Making sure." He presses down on my lower belly so I can't move.
"Making sure of what?" This is getting bizarre.
"That my sperm stays inside you."
