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But Kairi wasn’t having it. She reached out, her fingers grazing my chest. “You know you want me.”

She was right. I did—desperately. I caught her wrist, pulling her close, my lips brushing against her ear. “You’re not in your right mind, Kairi,” I said, barely holding on. “But I need you to be sure. Going back to where we were before, after being inside you, might drive me mad.”

Her hand was on my back now, sliding down, her body pressing into mine. “I am sure,” she breathed. “Show me.”

I couldn’t help myself. I needed something to take the edge off. Leaning forward, I circled her areola with the tip of my tongue, then pulled her nipple between my teeth.

Her response was immediate—a slight whimper escaped her lips as her eyes closed, and her fingers tangled in my hair, gripping and holding me against her breast.

I wanted to make love to her so badly, but I forced myself to pull away, my breath ragged. “Sleep,” I said firmly, my voice low.

She pouted. “You don’t want me.”

I shook my head. “You have no idea how much. But when we do, I’m going to take my time with you, Kairi. I’m going slow so you feel every inch of me. I’m going to touch you like you need—so the feel of me is burned into your skin.”

Her lips parted, and she leaned closer, her lips almost brushing mine. “I want that,” she said, and it sounded like a plea.

I stopped, forcing myself to take a moment to compose myself, rotating my head on my neck.

I exhaled sharply, my control hanging by a thread. “And you’ll have it. But not tonight.”

She didn’t even respond. Her eyes were half-closed, and she looked confused, but also tired. I helped her into bed. Shewouldn’t let me pull the cover over her, which left her sleeping on top of them. Her legs were spread, giving me a perfect view of her pretty pussy. I stared at it until my dick leaked precum. Then I forced myself to walk away.

I closed the bathroom door behind me and leaned against it, the cool wood pressing against my back, trying to keep myself steady. I needed air, needed to get away from her for a second before I did something I'd regret—like jack off and cum all over her dark skin. All I could think about was the contrast.

My hands were shaking as I turned on the shower, dropped my swim shorts, and stepped in, letting the cold water cascade over my hot skin. I pressed my forehead against the tile, trying to quiet my dirty thoughts and calm my hard dick.

Chapter 43

Kairi

My eyes fluttered open on their own. My first thought was getting myself out of bed to check on Dion, but then it all came flooding back to me. I sighed in relief. I really didn’t want to do anything, and I didn’t have to. Pushing myself up on my elbows, I yawned. Despite how much I drank, my head was surprisingly clear. I stretched, feeling lazy. I could hear muffled laughter from the living room—Ebony, Lu, and Atlas were already up. I could smell food. I pushed myself out of bed and headed straight to the bathroom.

I brushed my teeth, then stepped into the shower. The moment the hot water kissed my skin, memories from the night before flooded me—me, wet and wild in the pool, Atlas watching like I was his personal fantasy come to life. I tried to ignore the dull throb between my legs,

I couldn’t help the giggle that slipped out. I’d been shameless. Bold. Drunk off tequila and attention. And the way he looked at me? Like he wanted to ruin me and pray about it afterward.

My fingers drifted lazily down my stomach, then lower, tracing the soft curve of my hips. My other hand slid up to my breast, my thumb brushing over my nipple until it tightened beneath my touch. I gasped feeling the urge to touch my clit. But I stopped,clenching my jaw and pulling my hand away with a sigh. I didn’t need to work myself up for no reason.

I grabbed a rag and started to wash.

I stepped out and froze

Atlas.

“The fuck?” I cursed. His sudden presence made my heart skip, and I instinctively pulled the towel closer. He leaned against the doorframe He looked annoyingly good in gym shorts, tats on display.

“Don’t play shy now,” he said, a low laugh rumbling in his chest. “Not after the show you put on last night.”

“Sorry,” I mumbled, feeling heat creep over my cheeks.

Atlas’s expression shifted as he pushed off the door and walked toward me. He stopped in my space. He cupped my face gently, pressing a firm kiss to my forehead before smoothing my wet hair back.

“Your girls are in the living room eating lunch,” His eyes held mine. “How are you feeling? You sober? Lucid?”

I nodded.

“Remember what happened last night?” he asked, his gaze never leaving mine.

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