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I swallow the giggle that tries to bubble up my throat. Atlas holds my gaze, his lips twitching on a smile. “Drop us off at the hotel, then take the night off.”

“Yeah?” Red asks, his voice higher than usual. “Sweet. Thanks, man.”

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Atlas

It takes everything I have in me not to fuck her in the backseat of this car on the twenty minute drive back to the hotel, but I don’t even touch her. Touching her would make it impossible to refrain from fucking her, and I should win a goddamn award for my self-control.

She watches me the whole way, and I can’t look away from those brown eyes.

I massage my dick to try to get it to settle down, but doing so draws her attention to my pants, and now settling down is the last thing on my mind, because she looks at my hand on my dick like she wants to fuck me as badly as I want to fuck her andfuckkkkkk.

I look up at the driver. “Can you hurry it up, please?”

Kayla giggles and I look back over at her.

“Patience, Atlas.”

I roll my eyes and motion toward the giant erection straining against my suit pants. I don’t know how I’ll even walk back through the casino in this condition. That’s all I need, my face on all the tabloids when I’m trying to keep a low profile until I hop back on the tour.

Except it wouldn’t be my fucking face, would it?

It would be the erection that broke the internet.

I glare at her. She did this to me.

She pulls her lips into her teeth and looks out the window, biting back a laugh. Hilarious. Maybe I should slide over and get her all hot and bothered, then make her walk through the casino dripping wetness down her thighs.

My dick presses harder against my pants.

Fuck me. I can’t think about anything dripping down her thighs when I’m trying to get rid of my boner. I squeeze my eyes shut and breathe slowly, counting down from one hundred until it feels like I can actually stand and walk through the casino without drawing attention to the size of my cock.

“Atlas.”

I could get further in my concentration if she wouldn’t say my name with that sweet fucking voice of hers. It slides over my skin like honey, and since I already know she tastes just as sweet, mouthandpussy alike, I’m never going to get this boner to go down.

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