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I stand there for a second, then I take the last two steps in one. “Stella.” My voice is deep and heavy with need as I grab her around the waist, spinning her toward me. I tilt her head in my hands as my lips caress hers. I’m lost in her, my tongue lapping against hers over and over again as I begin walking us backward till her back hits the wall.
The kiss is wicked. I show no mercy as I take her mouth. Her hands claw at me, digging into my flesh through my shirt as her pants and moans only make my cock harder. I adjust my hips, my cock firmly between her thighs as I tilt my pelvis slightly forward. My tongue slides deeper into her mouth as the head of my cock presses firmly against her clit.
“Ahhh.” She trembles against me, her body almost melting into mine. Then I step back. She stares at me, her body half-limp against the wall, one arm still outstretched against my chest, her lips puffy and red.
“Thank you for marrying me.” I lean in again, this time kissing her gently. I have to pull myself away or I won’t be able to stop at all. “Now that we’ve had our wedding kiss, I need you to go inside, lock the door, and find your passport.”
“Lock the door?” She laughs. “Who are you worried is breaking in?” She reaches into her purse and pulls out her keys. I take them from her, unlocking her door and opening it. I push her through the door, then reach for the handle, my other hand grabbing my still half-rigid cock as I wink at her. “Me, sweetheart.”
Chapter 11
Stella
Igiggle, turning the deadbolt over, then peering through the peephole. He runs his hands through his hair, pacing back and forth in the hallway. I turn around, letting out a silent scream as I dance in place.
“Oh shit. Mati! What the hell am I going to tell her?”
I run down the hall to my bedroom, dropping to the floor to pull out the shoebox I shove important information into. I riffle through a few documents, grabbing my passport when I see it buried at the bottom. I double-check the expiration date, holding my breath. “Oh, thank God.” I shove the box back under my bed and stand up, letting out a steadying breath before I walk back toward the front door.
Then it hits me. I grab my phone and type out a quick text to Mati.
Me: Hey. I’m about to text Jerry to let him know I won’t be in tomorrow and see if Marsha can cover my shift because… I’m going to the Maldives with Atlas tomorrow on a surprise vacation!
Relief washes over me as I slide my phone back into my pocket. Now I have a solid excuse for not being at the club this weekend when Chloe is in town. But… I want to hang out with them, and I wish I was singing at the club this weekend. That feeling of excitement that’s been bubbling the last few hours thinking about this fantasy life is slowly being eaten away by guilt.
I stand in my hallway, paralyzed by this conflicting feeling. Then I close my eyes and remind myself that I’m doing what I have to do to survive. I take in several breaths, letting the last one out slowly before opening the door.
“Good news, I found my passport and it’s not expired.” I hold it up and he smiles. “Bad news”—his smile falters—“you said we’re leaving tomorrow and I have zero luggage.” I gesture around me at nothing.
“There’s actually good news about your luggage. It will all arrive in the Maldives ahead of us so no need to worry about that.”
“No, I mean I didn’t pack anything.”
“Now, Mrs. Knight…” I can’t help it. I burst into a smile when he says it, a million little butterflies breaking out into a dance in my belly. “Do you honestly think that I would let you show up to your honeymoon with nothing to wear?” He cups my cheek, realizing what he just said. “Then again,” he says, his voice dropping, “most men would probably insist on you wearing nothing if they married you.”
It’s moments like this that confuse me. The tender way he’s touching me, the look in his eyes as he scans my face, his eyes settling on my lips like they often do. I inhale a sharp breath, my pulse quickening as I clutch my passport in my hand. It isn’t just lust; it feels like more—so much more.
My phone buzzes, making me jump and causing Atlas to drop his hand and step back from me.
“Let’s go have a celebratory dinner.” He reaches his hand out toward me, taking mine and leading me down the stairs and out to our waiting car.
Once inside, I reach for my phone, giving my boss a call to let him know about my sudden absence next week. He groans, telling me that I’ll have to make it up when I get back which I readily agree to, promising him this will never happen again. Then I look at the text that came in from Matilda. I hold my breath as I open the message.
Matilda: AHHHHH YASSSSS!
I sigh in relief.
Matilda: I am SO jealous but SO excited for you. Have so much fun, take lots of pics, and have TONS of hot fuckery with TGIF ;)
I blush, laughing to myself at the slew of eggplant and water drop emojis that follow.
Atlas’ hand slides across the small space between us in the back seat, his hand coming to settle over my thigh. I flinch at the unexpected contact, his hand gently squeezing my leg, then releasing it, leaving his hand resting on my skin.
“Where are we going to eat?”
“Do you like oysters?”
I shrug. “Never had them.”
