Page 72 of Atlas Uncharted

Lu and Ebony came back to the table, their energy cutting through the fog Davis had left behind. Ebony was the first tonotice. “What’s wrong?” she asked, sliding back into the booth. “You look like somebody ran over your cat.”

I sighed, swirling my glass. “Davis left. He asked if all this was worth it, and I told him the truth. He didn’t take it well.”

Ebony rolled her eyes. “Men love a guilt trip when they can’t be the center of your world. He’ll survive. That’s why I invited him. So he can move the fuck on.”

“Yeah, well, I feel like crap,” I admitted. “He didn’t deserve any of what happened between us after I returned to Florida. I wish I would have just left him alone from the beginning.”

“Fuck him. That’s my friend, but he’s a big boy. There’s women all over the city that want him. Let him find another,” Ebony said, leaning forward. “What you need to worry about is Ashlen. If she keeps fucking with you, I’mma have that bitch killed.” She said it, and now I could see she was clearly drunk.

“Ebony,” I warned.

“I’m serious,” she shot back. “If she keeps coming for you, she’ll end up missing. Don’t test me.”

Lu nudged her. “Let it go, Black Axe Barbie. Kairi doesn’t need that energy.”

I laughed, shaking my head. “I think I’m going to call it a night.”

Lu reached across the table, grabbing my hand. “Sure you’re okay?” Lu asked.

“I’m fine,” I said, standing. Ebony hugged me tightly.

“Text me if you need anything,” she said, her tone serious.

“I will,” I promised, leaving them in the bar.

When I opened the door to my apartment, the first thing I noticed was the quiet. I dropped my bag by the door, kicked off my shoes, and made my way toward the living room, where I felt him before I even saw him.

Atlas was there, stretched out on the couch like he owned every corner of the room. His jacket was draped over the armrest, his tie loose and hanging, and his shirt unbuttoned just enough to tease. He looked up at me, his eyes dark and steady, his smile slow and knowing.

“You’re here,” I said, the words slipping out before I could think.

“Dion’s asleep in the bedroom,” he said, his voice deep and even. “I wasn’t about to let you stay here alone for two weeks. You’d miss me too much.”

I rolled my eyes, though I couldn’t help the small smile tugging at my lips. “You’re so full of yourself.”

“And you love it,” he said, leaning back, his legs spread wide.

I walked over, my heart kicking up with every step. When I sat beside him, I reached for his hand, my fingers brushing his. “Thank you.”

“For what?” His voice dropped, rougher now.

“For being here. For knowing what I need, even when I don’t.”

He leaned in, his hand sliding to the back of my neck, pulling me closer. His lips found mine, soft at first, then firmer. I kissed him back, letting him take his time, his tongue sweeping over mine before he sucked my bottom lip.

I let out a soft gasp, and that was all it took. He shifted, his grip on my neck tightening as he deepened the kiss, his tonguesliding into my mouth, stroking, teasing. I pressed closer, the heat building between my legs felt unbearable.

Without thinking, I swung my leg over his lap, straddling him. His hands found my waist instantly, pulling me flush against him. I could feel every inch of him through the thin fabric of my leggings. I grinded into him. He groaned into my mouth, one hand sliding down to grab my ass, the other tangling in my hair as he kissed me harder, deeper.

I broke the kiss just long enough to catch my breath. His mouth moved to my jaw, then to my neck, sucking just below my ear until my head fell back, a low moan escaping before I could stop it.

“You missed me,” he murmured against my skin, his voice thick and possessive. “Say it.”

“I missed you,” I whispered, my hands gripping his shoulders.

“Not enough,” he growled, his teeth grazing my collarbone. “Show me. Ride me. Make me cum,” he said before he reached in between us, tearing a hole into my tights, sliding my panties to the side. I rose up, my hand sliding to his pants, my hands flying to unleash his dick. He sucked my tongue this time, slow and dirty as I sank down on him. The stretch was perfect; I oozed pussy juice all down his shaft.

I couldn't help but think—I was right when I told Davis I didn’t want easy. The feeling I was having right now was all-consuming.

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