Page 10 of Atlas Uncharted

“I feel better now,” he whispered, like that explained everything. “Thank you.”

I swallowed hard, every nerve in my body alive. I felt myself lean into him before I could stop it.

I let myself indulge for just a moment.

Then I snapped out of it.

I jerked back, putting inches between us. His fingers slid from my skin.

I turned to face him.

Atlas smiled at me, slow, knowing.

He knew exactly what he was doing.

I opened my mouth to ask him why he kept playing with me. What was his endgame? Did he expect me to fuck him while he was with Ashlen? But then I decided it didn’t really matter.

I pushed myself up from ed. I had to pee, I didn’t care. I was leaving.

Atlas stayed where he was, half sprawled across the mattress, watching me with that lazy, unreadable expression.

He was such and arrogant, beautiful, asshole.

I exhaled. “Good.”

Then I got up, grabbed my bag, and walked right out.

Chapter 6

Kairi

Mike’s hands were warm, tracing lazy circles on my bare thigh while we both pretended to watch TV. The movie was long forgotten. His lips were trailing slow teasing kisses down to my collarbone, his breath warm against my skin. My nipples were hard and my panties were wet. I loved nights like this with Mike. We’d been fucking around for a few months now. Nothing serious, just stress relief. But I did like him.

I shifted, letting my head tilt back against the couch as his grip tightened.

“I like you like this,” he admitted, his fingers grazing the hem of my shorts.

“Like what?” I breathed, shifting slightly as his hand traveled higher.

“hot for me.” He kissed my jaw, then just below my ear.

I sighed, letting my head tip back as his lips skimmed down my throat. He was taking his time, hands sliding up my back, fingers gripping the fabric of my oversized shirt.

“Take this off,” he murmured, tugging gently.

I let him.

The shirt peeled away, leaving me in just my shorts and a lacy bralette I probably wouldn’t have worn if I had known this was where the night would end up. Mike’s eyes narrowed as he took me in, his hand trailing between my ribs before palming my waist, his thumb skimming the soft skin there.

He leaned in again, his lips barely brushing mine before pulling back.

“You play too much, kiss me” I whispered.

Our mouths met, he kissed me, slow and deep, feeding me his tongue as He sat, pulling me into his lap fully, my knees pressing into the cushions on either side of his hips.

“Damn,” he groaned, his hands gripping the backs of my thighs. “You feel good.”

I smiled against his mouth, letting my hips roll against him, slow, testing.

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