“Your dad said you’re pretty into me, so…”
My fingers released the fries I’d grabbed in the basket. “What?”
“Yeah. Said you really like me.”
“That motherfucker did what?”
He continued to smile. “I’m smart, I keep up with you, I respect you…”
Oh my fucking god. I grabbed the paper and snatched it back.
“Whoa, hold on.” He stabbed his finger onto the paper and kept it pinned to the table. “Baby, it’s nothing that I didn’t already know.”
“Now you really can’t call me baby—”
“But you are my baby. And don’t be embarrassed. What happened to not playing games?”
“He never should have said that.”
“Well, you just put your cards on the table.” He dragged the paper back toward him. “So, it’s out in the open anyway.”
I let the paper go when my fingers couldn’t keep it pinned down any longer.
He slipped it into his pocket.
I left the fries in the basket, mortified that my dad had blabbed all my feelings to Atlas. I was pissed off, but I was also unsurprised because my dad was still clueless about societal norms.
Atlas watched me, his smile fading. “Don’t be mad at him.”
“He shouldn’t have said that.”
“What does it matter?”
“Because it’s embarrassing…”
“You don’t seem like a woman who gets embarrassed.”
Well, that didn’t apply to this guy.
“Come on, I was thrilled when he told me.”
I rolled my eyes and looked away, feeling vulnerable and on display.
He fished into his pocket and pulled out his phone. “Here.” He pulled up a message box and angled it toward me.
I didn’t look at it. “What is this?”
“Just read it. It’s me and my friend Matthew talking.”
I should just push it away, but I was tempted, so I picked it up and read through it.
Come on, you said she was bangin’. I want to see.
Atlas replied. She’s mine, so you don’t get to see.
Don’t be an asshole.
Hold on. He sent a picture of me working in my office, must have snapped it when he casually walked by. I was behind my desk, my eyes down on my work, my hair over one shoulder as I spun a pencil in my fingertips. Now you see why I got it so bad.
Daaaaammnn.
Tone it down. That’s my baby.
Your baby? LOL. Fuck, you weren’t kidding, man. You’ve got it BAD.
I tried to keep it cool, but I couldn’t. The smile didn’t just enter my face, but it also reached my eyes. There was even a flush to my cheeks, a warmth that had nothing to do with the alcohol.
He put the phone back in his pocket. “There. We’re even.”
“Got any cash?”
His eyebrows immediately furrowed.
“Because you’re about to get one hell of a lap dance.”
We went to my place.
We headed straight to the bedroom.
Clothes fell on the floor in between heated kisses. His mouth moved to my neck as he lifted my shirt and pulled it over my head. One hand gripped the back of my neck as he yanked the strap of my bra down, his hot kiss on my collarbone. On the first attempt, he unclasped my bra and let it fall to the floor.
With aggressive hands, he tugged off my jeans, taking the thong with them.
We writhed before we even made it to the bed.
I pulled his clothes off, getting him naked and beautiful, my lips kissing his hard chest as he carried me up the bed and laid me down. His thighs separated mine, his hair soft on my skin, and his large dick slid against my sex, getting wet.
He moaned as he ground directly against me, his gaze on mine, his bedroom eyes so sexy.
I tugged on his hips, telling him I wanted him, my legs open and ready.
He pushed on the base of his dick and slid inside, flesh on flesh, nothing but smooth friction. He stretched me as he sank inside, feeling even bigger when the condom wasn’t on. He closed his eyes for a moment. “Fuck.”
The last time I did this was with Mason, and I’d forgotten how good it was.
This was better. Way better.
“Baby.” He started to move, sliding in and out, our bodies making audible sex noises. “This pussy…yes.” He thrust over and over, pushing himself fully inside before he pulled out again, the desire so heavy in his eyes. His eyes remained locked on mine, and we exchanged breaths and stares, his masculine jawline tightening in restraint. He came apart in front of me, showing every emotion that came over his face, blatantly enjoying me.
I’d never felt sexier in my life.
He would pump hard then slow down, over and over, edging himself repeatedly. “Baby, I can’t…”
My hand grabbed his ass and tugged him inside. “Come inside me.”
He gave a loud groan then pumped hard, hitting his threshold instantly, giving a loud moan as he filled me.
It was so hot to watch him unravel, watch him come harder than he ever had with me before.