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Chapter 24
Jasmine
Jasmine’s eyes fluttered open. White curtains billowed in the early-morning ocean air. The fiery horizon cast her room in an orange hue. It almost seemed like any other morning. Except for the warm body curled around her and the delicious soreness between her thighs. She slammed her eyes shut and waited for regret to wash over her. But it didn’t come. Its absence was unsettling. Even though the wave of shame after her sexual encounters was the worst part, at least it was predictable. So, what does this mean?
Atlas stirred, snuggling closer, his hard cock pressing between her thighs. She bit her lip. Her core throbbed, wanting more. But what if he wakes up and regrets everything? Or worse—what if he thanks me for the good time and leaves early? But more importantly, would she be okay when he walked away in a few days?
She still had to tell him about Zoey. She’d tried. But he’d made a strong case, and then after that kiss she just hadn’t been able to focus on anything except his body on hers. She shook her head. Because I’m weak.
Cassidy’s face flashed in her mind, reminding her to reframe the self-talk.
I had a moment of weakness, but it doesn’t mean I’m weak.
Self-correction felt awkward. Maybe, with time, it would get easier.
“What are you thinking about so hard over there?” Atlas’s voice was still thick with sleep.
“I’m wondering what your plans are for the day?”
He pulled her so that her head landed on his chest, and he kissed her forehead. She melted with the sweet gesture. For the first time in her life, she felt cherished.
“I guess that depends on what you have planned. Unless you’re sick of me.” He chuckled, but there was a hint of vulnerability in his voice.
How could one man affect her so much? “I have a group of teenagers from our friend Aaron’s Hope Facility coming over for a cookout and a day at the beach.”
He quirked an eyebrow.
“It’s a center for homeless LGBT+ teens and kids from rough backgrounds. Aaron gives them a safe space to live in, hang out, get resources, or whatever they need. I have to set up and help cook when the volunteers get here.”
“So . . . I could help too?”
Again with the heart melting. “You don’t have to. You’re still my guest.”
“I want to spend the day with you. And if that means I help feed a bunch of hungry teens, that’s what we’re going to do.”
She smiled. “Okay.”
And she would tell him about Zoey before then—the truth about his daughter. Or maybe she should just tell him now and get it over with.
“But first, I want breakfast.” Atlas pulled his arm out from under her and crawled down her naked body.
“Oh—oh!” Jasmine said as he spread her legs. His idea of a morning meal was just fine with her.
His tongue delved between her folds, the fluttering sensation lighting her up with yearning. He coaxed his finger inside her as he lapped at her clit. She wriggled her legs closed. The sensations were too much, her sex oversensitive.
His fingers gripped her thighs and pressed them apart. The scruff of his beard raked across her tender flesh, tantalizing and teasing. His tongue was torturously gentle. Conflicting sensations spun her up. Pressure built. He added another finger, sliding in and out of her slick pussy, fueling the ache. She writhed. Her hands grasped the sheets. Her eyes closed. Tension cinched tight. Heat bloomed, starting in her womb and blanketing her in an all-out blaze. Icy sparks coasted over the fine hairs of her body. Pleasure gathered before spilling out as a warm gush of liquid gushed from her.
“Fuck yes,” he growled, sucking her clit. He curled his fingers, hitting that sensitive spot, sending her flying towards the heavens.
Her eyes burst open. Vivid color blinded her. Every muscle clenched as her orgasm rocked through her. Shattering. Splintering. Obliterating everything she’d ever known.
“The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen is watching you come,” Atlas said, sliding his slick fingers out of her. His eyes darkened, his chest muscles taut. His large cock head was rock hard with a drop of arousal glistening at the tip. He was beautiful. A god chiseled from alabaster stone. Much like the myth he was named after, the man seemed to have the strength to carry the world on his shoulders.
Could he be strong enough for me? Hope sparked. And she was too blissed out to smother it before it could grow. What if this could be my new normal? Her chest tightened. Waking up in bed every day next to this man? Sharing her body, sharing his, and merging their lives?
He climbed in next to her once more, pulling her close and holding her. She closed her eyes, fighting the happy tears that wanted to fall. Every part of her was warm, fuzzy, and relaxed. For once, she actually wanted to return the pleasure for him. Maybe if she didn’t think about it, she could do it. If anyone deserved her attempt, it would be Atlas—the man who’d given her so much without even knowing. Who’d made her feel cherished and worthy. The man who’d given her Zoey.
She kissed his chest and down his toned abs, licking through the dips of his muscles and along his hip. She gripped his cock. He hissed before gritting his teeth.
