Page 17 of Tempting the Titan

“You know the rules,” he says, referring to workplace rules.

“Relax, Atlas,” I whisper in a seductive voice. “We're not at work.”

His eyes bore into mine, his intense stare stirring deep longing within me.

“Don’t tempt me,” he grits out before crushing his molars together loud enough to make the enamel shatter. His eyes scan mine; his mouth is inches away.

I step closer and place my hands on his chest. “Why? What are you going to do to me?”

He lets out a deep growl, and when he grinds against me, my body lights up. The throbbing between my legs intensifies as he leans closer, confirming what I feel isn't one-sided. The rigid bulge pressing against my stomach tells me he wants me as much as I do him. With slow, deliberate movements, I sink to my knees and run my hands over his muscular thighs.

“What are you doing, Celeste?” he growls in a husky voice which only adds fuel to the fire raging inside me.

“Showing you my appreciation for your help today,” I purr, fluttering my lashes. With deliberately slow movements, I unzip his pants.

“Fuck, Celeste,” he barks as he yanks me to stand.

“Why? Don’t you want me to?” I ask as he rights me on my feet. “Don’t you like it?”

He pulls away slightly, his eyes scanning my face. “I’m going to like it too much. What if it triggers a change?”

“You’re wearing your harness, aren’t you? I felt it under your clothes.”

“It’s no protection from strong emotion, Celeste.”

“Can’t you stop overthinking for once? I trust you won’t hurt me, Atlas.”

As he paces back and forth with a frustrated expression, I’m overwhelmed by guilt. I’m meddling with something I don’t understand, and it breaks my heart to see him in pain – especially when I’m responsible. Atlas continues moving, pacing around me in a circle, and driving me crazy.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper.

He stops pacing and turns to look at me. “Sorry for what?”

I wave my hands around as I speak out of sheer frustration. “For causing you pain.”

“It isn't you. I’m frustrated with the situation.” He takes a silent step toward me. Then another, until he's so close I need to crane my neck to hold his gaze. “Do I make you uncomfortable?”

I nod as my hands fall to my sides.

He dips his face, and I think he's going to kiss me, but his lips are on my neck. His warm breath skates across my skin as he teases lightly, kissing, nibbling, and gliding over my skin. His warm breath on my face and the musky scent of his skin makes my senses come alive.

But his touch is too light. He’s holding himself back, and I’m growing desperate for more. More heat, more pressure, more contact. Something. Anything. Heat builds inside, and I’m going crazy with need.

I plant my hands on his chest and push him away.

His fiery gaze pierces through me. It’s dark and hungry, and his desire matches mine. I’ve never wanted anyone or anything as much in my entire life. I want the light inside him as well as the dark and every shade of crazy in between.

“Atlas. I want you. I want it all. Your frustrations, your yearnings, and your pent-up need. I want everything you’ve kept locked inside for all these years.”

“You don’t know what you’re doing to me—” His resolve snaps and his lips crush mine.

The kiss is urgent and passionate, and he wraps strong arms around me, pulling me closer. His rough and calloused hands slowly trace the curves of my body as he deepens the kiss.

We hungrily devour each other, quickly becoming a mess of lusty desire. Every touch sends sparks of pleasure coursing through my body. I think my heart will explode as I give in to his touch.

This is happening, and I’m not going to let him stop. I’ve got him. He’s mine. I’ll make it all worthwhile, and he won't have any regrets.

Once again, I sink to my knees but quickly unzip his pants. I lick my lips in anticipation as his cock springs free. The head bumps against my chin as I savor the vision of his length and girth. He’s so big it feels like a science experiment, and I need to psych myself up before taking him in my mouth.

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