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“Because your scent is all over it.” His voice does a number on my core, making my panties wet.
“Are you always like this?”
“Like what?” He smirks.
“Charming.”
He eyes the robe before he meets my gaze. “No. Only to women who I want to fuck. Can’t be mean to the women who are giving me my daily vitamin P.”
Heat creeps up the back of my neck, then I burst out laughing. “When is the food ready? I’m starving.”
“A few seconds, I’m waiting on the toast,” he answers.
He fixes my plate then places it in front of me. The eggs are fluffy and cheesy, and the bacon looks good. I dig into the meal, and it’s delicious. I never thought Atlas would know his way around the kitchen.
He perches next to me, then pours us a glass of OJ each. We eat in silence, and my mind paints a picture of us doing this every day, how our lives would intertwine with each other’s as if we’re a happy couple. I shake my head. I shouldn’t fill my head with ridiculous fantasies. The sexual tension is eating between us, and his gaze lingers on my breasts.
Once we’re finished with our meal, he takes our plates and places them into the sink. He stands in front of me, his eyes dropping down to my lips, and before I know it, he mushes his mouth with mine. Then he pulls away, staring at me as if I’m a secret he’s wants to know. He intertwines his thick fingers with mine, leads me to the bedroom, and I perch on the fluffy bed. With his eyes glued to mine, he yanks the sash, peeling the robe off and tossing it to the floor. His eyes glint at the sight of my see-through bra. He gently yanks at my nipple, and leans down to place his mouth on my flesh, teasing them. My cheeks burn, and my breasts ache against the bra. He plants his lips against mine, and I sling my arms around his shoulders, yanking him down. His warm lips press against my collarbone, and I whimper, wanting more kisses. He unclips my bra and my breasts fall freely, and when he cups them, I flinch. He takes his time admiring my body, and there is no backing out now. We’ve come this far. My insecurities are overtaking me. If I continue, I won’t be able to go back. My heart hammers in my chest, and my legs shake uncontrollably.
“You don’t have to go slow.” My tone is husky.
“I’ve been waiting for a long time for this moment, so I’m going to take my time.” He tilts his chin. “Lie down.”
I use my elbows to scoot farther up the bed, and I lie flat, staring into his eyes.
“Do you know how much I love watching your ass sway around the office?” He uses his two thumbs to remove my panties, and tosses them to the floor. His index finger slides through my folds, pushing himself inside of me, and my core clenches around him, causing me to suck in a breath. “Do you know how hard it is for me to not fuck you when you sass me in front of my employees?”
My pulse accelerates. “How hard is it for you?”
“When you leave to go to lunch, I jack off in my office.”
His thumb presses hard on my clit, and I say, “Atlas.”
He circles lightly as he thrusts in and out of my core, making me soak his digit, and I bite my lip to keep from screaming.
“You’re the biggest dicktease I’ve ever met.” I ache so bad, it hurts. “What are your fantasies?”
I’m trying so hard to concentrate on his words, but it’s hard when his thumb is working my clit.
“Fantasies?”
“You know, your sex fantasies?”
No one has ever asked me what I thought about sex. My ex, Carter, and I had vanilla sex. He always made sure to make himself come, and I would have to finish myself.
My cheeks instantly flame, and my tongue ties. “Well…”
“I’m pretty sure you have them, and you read a lot of erotic books.”
He removes his fingers, licks his index finger, and I whimper from the loss of his touch.
“Um… I love to be watched.”
“You do?”
I nod. “I’d like to be watch while you fuck me. When I was in high school, I used to have a fantasy about you watching me and my ex-fiancé have sex, and you would jack off from looking at me, and you’d show my ex how to please me. I know you’re a lot more experienced than I am and you are older, so I figured you would know what you were doing.”
He frowns. “What do you mean by ‘knowing what you were doing’?”
