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“Oh yes,” she whispers, her hips rotating over my tongue. Any insecurity she might have had is completely gone as she falls into the moment with her eyes squeezed shut and her head slightly tilted back.
I drag my thumbs over her firm nipples, pinching them ever so slightly while I flick at her clit faster with short, concise strokes, sending a wave of vibration through her. Her legs tighten around me, and her hands fall to mine as I continue to play with her nipples.
Her breathing sharpens.
Her body contracts.
And her mouth falls open as a feral moan falls past her delicious lips.
“Oh God, oh God... oh... f-fuck,” she screams as I continue to flick over and over, watching her build up to the point that she screams my name. She tightens around me, her orgasm rocketing through her beautiful body. “Fuck... fuck, Atlas,” she yells as she comes all over my face.
I’m obsessed.
I want her coming on my face every goddamn day.
After a few seconds, she unclenches and then rolls off to the side, her hand covering her eyes in disbelief as I move over to her, kissing along her neck until I reach her mouth and lightly kiss her on the lips.
When she moves her hands, letting me see her satisfied eyes, I smile down at her and say, “Stop tempting me. We need to sleep.”
“You’re the one who opened my shirt.”
“A shirt I’ll never be able to look at the same again. That’s yours from now on.”
She smiles. “Consider it taken.”
I lean down to kiss her again. “Okay, Christ, maybe I should sleep on the couch.”
“No, please don’t.” She clings to me. “I’ll be too cold without you.”
I press my forehead against hers. “Okay, but seriously, we sleep now.”
“Okay.”
“Let’s... clean up again, and then I’ll put another log on the fire. You get fully dressed, and we can sleep.”
“Cuddle and sleep.”
I kiss the tip of her nose. “Yes, cuddle and sleep.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Max
Narrator: Well... who knew Atlas Maxheimer had it in him?
I mean... I did. The man might look and act like a cinnamon roll, but there’s a secret side to him only a few people know about... not even Cole.
Though I think Cole is about to find out.
Betty is sleeping, wrapped up in a swath of blankets with the fire still blazing in front of her. I woke up during the night to feed it, keep it going, but I need to bring more wood from the den into the living room because we’re starting to run low. I have plenty of wood but just need to rotate it.
With my phone in hand, I move toward the kitchen, where I start boiling some water for some instant coffee. Not my favorite, but it will do.
Leaning against the counter, I turn my phone on after powering it off late last night, and I go straight to my text messages, where I text Cole.
Max:She sat on my face last night, and I made her come.
There, that should get his attention.
