Page 40 of Claiming Atlas
“My hotel.” I step away from her and adjust my cock, then pull my phone out of my pocket and dial the Hard Rock. When they finally put the concierge on the phone, I order the champagne, then hang up and turn around because she hasn’t moved, and I thought we were in a hurry to get back to my room and fuck each other’s brains out.
Just me?
Eyebrows raised, she looks at me like I just ordered a flying elephant.
“What?” I ask as I walk back over to hurry her up.
“Did you just orderseven casesof Dom Perignon?” Her brows furrow, like even voicing the question doesn’t feel right.
I slip my hand into hers, then take the bottle of champagne from her other hand and take a sip. “Think that will be enough?”
She laughs. “For what, a party of fifty?”
I turn quickly and press her up against the wall again so she can feel what she’s doing to me.
She gasps in surprise, so I close my lips over hers and tease her tongue with mine until she’s back to being putty in my hands. When she’s relaxed and melting into me, I pull back, tugging on her bottom lip gently. “No more questions, Kayla.”
Her eyes nearly roll back in her head. “God, Atlas...”
I lick my lips. “What? Still wondering if I can pleasure a woman?”
She swallows and shakes her head, pinning me with those golden brown eyes. “Not in the slightest.”
I grin. “Good.” I press my cock against her one more time and, fuck me, the way her eyes go out of focus for a split second is the sexiest thing on earth. “Let’s go before we get thrown in jail for indecent exposure.”
“I’m completely dressed.”
“Not for long.” I slide my hand into hers and pull her toward the exit.
Chapter Seventeen
Kayla
Eighty-four bottles of champagne take a long time to open.
Eighty-one. Atlas kept three for us.
