Page 7 of Claiming Atlas
Chapter Four
Atlas
We exit the plane and retrieve our bags in silence. She glances over at me from time to time, but doesn’t say anything, which falls in line with her desire to keep things as impersonal as possible while gettingverypersonal with my dick.
Speaking of my dick...
I’m no hopeless romantic like Chris, but if a woman has a mouth like this woman does, you’re probably supposed to marry her before someone else puts a ring on it.
Not like I’d ever put a ring on anything.
Maybe a cock ring.
I chuckle and she glances over at me, so I flash her a smile. I wonder how far her place is from McCarran. Maybe we should head to the Hard Rock instead. The sooner I can bury my dick in her, the better.
As soon as we step outside, a diamond white S560 pulls up and stops in front of us. I look at Red, but he shakes his head and shrugs. Not my car service then.
“Looks like my ride is here.” She slowly turns to face me, a smile pulling at those perfect red lips. How her lipstick stayed intact after that blow job, I’ll never know, but I wish more chicks had magical lipstick. She raises her eyebrows; I’ve been contemplating her lips too long.
“Your place or mine?” I ask. The question doesn’t come out as eager as I feel, which is good.
Her lips twitch like she’s holding back a laugh. “Mine.”
“Cool.” I can’t wait to fuck her into tomorrow night so I can get her out of my system. Plus, it’s the least I can do to repay her for the best mouth hug I’ve ever received.
Her driver jumps out and makes his way around the car. “Good evening, Ms. Rhone. How was your flight?”
Rhone. Is that French?
“Hello, Gerard.” She glances over at me. “My flight was quite entertaining, thank you for asking.”
He gives a curt nod, then grabs her luggage from Red and steps past me to place it in the trunk. He returns to where we stand on the curb. “Will your friends be joining you?”
She shakes her head. “I’m afraid not. Just the one suitcase, please.”
My mouth drops open. The fuck? Didn’t she just say we were going to her place?
The driver—Gerard—nods once, then opens the back door and steps aside to wait for her.
She’s not really going to ditch me like this, is she? I usually have to jump through all kinds of hoops to get away from hookups. I glance back at Red, but he looks away to hide his amusement. I should fire his ass for enjoying this so much.
Wait. I’m a fucking idiot. Of course she’s not ditching me. I’mAtlas Reynolds.
I smile and stand taller, pushing my bangs up beneath my hat. “You want me to just meet you there?” She probably wants to shower first, or whatever other shit girls think they need to do before getting laid. I drop my gaze; maybe she’s going to clean up down south—
