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I should be too.

I kiss her softly for a few more seconds, then start to pull away—

Her lips part and she moans into my mouth as she claims it again, then slides down onto my shaft, claiming that too. I hold as still as I can, afraid to move and ruin this moment, ruin the way her body is so warm inside, contradicting the coolness of the water/champagne combo, a mixture of sensations I don’t want to ruin and will never forget.

She adjusts herself and her body stretches around me, and when she starts to move, riding me, the smooth friction of actual skin on skin contact is so much better than I remember. She kisses me with such fucking need... like she can’t get enough of me.

I grip her waist and take over, pumping harder and harder. She pulls back, her lips swollen from kissing me so hard, and as she leans her head back, I watch her tits bounce with each thrust, watch her lips form small o’s when she gasps. She reaches down to finger her clit as I thrust into her tight, wet,perfectpussy.

She’s made me break all my rules tonight, and as I shoot my load into her, filling her with me, with Atlas fucking Reynolds, and she arches her back so hard I think it may break, and her lips part on a scream of pleasure that shakes the glass shower door, I know I’d break every fucking rule with this woman over and over again.

I hold her tightly to me as I finish, letting her tight pussy milk me for every single drop, then lean forward and pull her tits into my mouth, first one and then the other.

Goodbye, perfect titties.

I can never see Kayla again after this. There’s no fucking way.

Chapter Twenty-One

Kayla

When the first shiver sends goosebumps over my skin, Atlas finally moves. We’ve been wrapped around one another for minutes now, neither of us wanting to move and ruin the way our bodies fit so perfectly together. But as the heat of passion has slowly faded away, leaving us sated and relaxed and half asleep, there’s no ignoring the fact that we’re sitting in a tub of lukewarm water.

He reaches behind me and grabs the bottle of champagne, bringing it to his lips as he leans back to look at me. He takes a long drink, one dark eye holding mine, then sets the bottle down and leans forward to kiss me.

As he parts my lips with his, I shiver again, and he pulls back, his lips twitching, then he slowly spins us around and scoots forward until I’m beneath the stream of hot water. I lean back and put my head under it, letting the hot water coat my hair and warm me up, then his mouth finds my breast and its warm too, and between his mouth and the hot shower, my goosebumps slowly fade away.

His dick twitches, reminding me that he’s still inside me—like I could ignore that thick pressure—and I bring my head back level. He sucks hard on my nipple, then raises his head. He moves his hips slowly, tentatively, and as he moves, his dick grows, hardening inside of me, ready to go again.

I laugh, then lean forward, clenching around his cock so he knows I’m ready again too. “Who even are you?” I whisper against his lips.

Atlas nudges my nose with his. “I was thinking the same thing about you.”

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I’VE BEEN AWAKE FORa while now, but I don’t want to open my eyes. If I face the day, then I have to face that woman I became last night, and I’m not ready to see her. I’m not ready tobeher.

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