Page 46 of Atlas

After we dropped her off and headed back to Hart this morning, Atlas checked in on his parents. They were getting settled back in too, getting ready to go head to work the next day. Georgia had her bags packed into her car, and we were just in time to give her hugs before she got back on the road for Seattle.

The club spent all day yesterday after the weird money exchange, going over security and a plan to keep track of the mysterious woman. It wasn’t until this morning that Tyrant decided it would be alright for us to return to our normal lives.

I made the decision to keep the shop closed until Tuesday, to give myself a few days to decompress and get everything sorted. I know it’s odd for a business to have a grand opening and then just randomly be closed, but the people of Hart are nice, and my explanation about a plumbing disaster seems to have pacified even the most eager shoppers.

I’m at the front with my laptop open on the counter, updating the store’s opening hours on all the social media sites and on the website, when Atlas’ steps echo from the back and creak over the worn hardwood.

“Okay, I’ve done a whole sweep of the place and taken the cameras offline for the next few hours while I set up a bunch of others to tie in with the ones you already have. Wizard gave me clear instructions and it’s not so different than what we did at Agatha’s this morning.”

There’s something off about his face right now. I study him boldly, searching for what it is.

He’s way too serious, but his eyes are alive and practically sparkling. “Are you just about done those updates?”

“Uh- if I say yes, what’s going to happen?” I’m half hoping that he’s going to leap over this counter and tackle me over his shoulder, take me upstairs and give me that surprise he promised, but there are only so many hours to set up cameras before Wizard will want us to check in. We should probably be doing that instead of doing filthy things to each other with the desperation of having to wait for the past few days.

Abstinence only makes the heart grow fonder.

Wait. That’s not how that goes.

Abstinence makes the cock grow harder.

“I’d like your opinion on camera placement in the back area. One isn’t nearly enough for the whole loading bay and shop.”

“Okay.” I can’t hide my disappointment. “And here I was hoping you were going to tell me to get on my knees so you could feed me a late lunch.”

His lips twitch. “I’m not up on the terminology, but if I told you to do anything, I know you’d have something to say about it, and right you should.”

“The term you’re looking for is brat, but that’s for a specific type of thing. I’d get on my knees for youanytime.”

He says something soft under his breath that I don’t catch, but I love the way his shoulders heave with a great and ragged sigh, like he’s trying to hold the scraps of himself together. His jaw stiffens because he’s grinding his teeth against what I hope is the urge to fuck me right here on the counter. And then work on the cameras.

I shut the laptop. Maybe we can be fast with the security and still have time to do something wicked down here before we have to turn them back on.

I’m in such a state of wanton need that I’m pretty sure it would only take me thirty seconds to come anyway.

I walk calmly around the counter. “I’d love to help you with the cameras.” The sooner that’s done, the sooner this torture can be over. Hopefully.

We walk to the back together. If it was pitch black, I’d be burning so hot that I’d have a trail of fire gliding after me like a comet.

Atlas closes the door to the workroom.

I’ve only taken two steps before he’s on me. He hikes me up by my hips, slanting his mouth over mine to claim my lips. I scrabble at his shoulders and climb up his body, banging my hips against the hard ridge of his cock with every step he takes. He eats the whimpers off my tongue, cupping my ass so hard that I know I’ll have red marks from his fingers later.

How the fuck was I worried that he wouldn’t find me attractive if I changed my hair? It just about knocked me right over seeing myself at the end of the appointment, and Agathahooted and clapped for me, her fresh permed curls so tight they barely even bounced with her enthusiasm. I stepped out of that salon like a new person, feeling more like me than I ever have.

I kiss Atlas too hard, almost clashing our teeth together, but that’s not why he lets me down. He sets my feet on the floor and lifts my arms, securing them while I’m in a haze of kissed senseless glory.

What the fuck?

He said he was turning cameras off back here, and he probably did, because there’s no way he’d hang straps from the ceiling with black cuffs for my wrists.

I don’t know where he got this or when, but these are professional grade, kinky sex type stuff.

He’s even secured hooks into the wooden beams above. Strong, thick metallic ones.

I’m basically at his mercy now.

And fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to be anything more. “Atlas, please, I need your—”

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