Page 38 of Claiming Atlas

Chapter Sixteen

Atlas

She blushes when I whisper in her ear, and if the music wasn’t so loud, I’d be able to hear the quick intake of breath on her lips.

She can’t fuckingstandbeing this close to me. I driver her wild, and she wants me just as badly as I want her. We won’t last very long in this club, if her body language is any indication of how she feels about me. It’s in complete contrast to her words, and somehow that’s hot as fuck.

Any other schmuck might take her words at face value, but this schmuck knows how to read a woman.

She brings the champagne bottle to her lips, and I watch her take a sip, licking my lips as I hold her gaze.

I want to fuck her in a tub full of this stuff.

Is that weird? Can it work? I think it might. How much would that cost? Who cares? Not me.

I’m doing it.

Mental note: call ahead to the hotel and order champagne.

She passes the bottle back to me and I take a swig, then set it on the table.

“Let’s try again.” I extend my hand.I’m going to fuck you in a bathtub full of champagne.“I’m Atlas Reynolds.”

She smiles slowly, and I watch the motion of her full lips before bringing my gaze back to hers. “I’m Kayla.”

Kayla?Huh. “Pleasure.”

“The pleasure is all yours.” Her lips twitch on laugh. She sure seems to get off on fucking with me.

“I’m hoping the pleasure will belong to both of us.” I say it deadpan, waiting for her response. She likes to be challenged, and if that wasn’t a challenge, then—

She leans forward, giving me a direct view down her sweater.

No bra.

Fuck me.

They’re fucking perfect.

She clears her throat. “Do you know how to pleasure a woman, Atlas?”

I flick my eyes back up to hers. “You have no fucking idea, Kayla.”

She sucks in a breath, and I don’t have to hear it because the quick motion of her chest tells me all I need to know.

“When can you ditch your friends?”

She looks around the table at them, then back at me. “Now?”

“Works for me.” I grab her hand and the bottle of Dom, then nod at the VIP host and motion toward the table. “That tab is on me.”

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