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There. You thought it.

No big deal, right?

Atlas used his left hand to touch from my shoulder down my arm to my wrist. Then he moved his fingertips to my left hip and down my leg. Once he got too close to my knee, it tickled more than I could ignore. He knew the exact spot to stop and retreat back up. Touching my hip again and then up my back into my hair. Those fingers of his digging into my hair and then moving back to my shoulder.

That move, over and over, was enough to make me feel like I was going to slip into an orgasmic coma.

All that touching of spots that weren’t sexual but everything about Atlas made me think about sex.

Then he moved his hand from my shoulder to my left breast.

Gently cupping for a moment before moving down to my stomach, following what felt like the biggest curve of my body – which it may have been.

His hand over my stomach.

The first thing that happened then?

The baby kicked.

“You asleep, love?” Atlas whispered.

“No,” I said. “I can’t sleep when you’re touching me like this.”

“Too much?”

“It’s perfect, Atlas. I can stay awake all night feeling this.”

“You should get some sleep though. I was just thinking about something.”

“Thinking about what?” I asked.

For some reason I envisioned something romantic happening.

What if he tells me he… loves me?

“I’m thinking about your grandmother in those pictures,” Atlas said.

“You are a sick person,” I said. “Get away from me. Do not touch me for the rest of the night, Atlas. In fact, go home. Get out of here.”

He wrapped his arm tighter around me.

He kissed my shoulder and up to my neck.

Growling as he kissed me.

Was this him being playful?

My toes curled.

Talk about being instantly turned on.

“We’re going to figure this out, love,” he whispered.

“It’s a lot to think about,” I said. “I really never knew.”

It amazed me that Atlas seemed so invested in this discovery of a secret about my grandmother.

“Get some sleep, love,” he whispered.

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