Page 69 of Arrogant Boss

“Helping you relieve some stress.” I stroke his erection hard, sliding my hand slowly up and down, and he bites his bottom lip, moaning. He sits the laptop next to him, and I fall to my knees before him, wrap my mouth around the crown of his dick, not taking my eyes off his. He places his hand on the back of my head and pushes slowly.

My panties dampen, and my core aches with need, but this isn’t about me. It’s about him. He’s always thinking about what I need and want, and it’s time for me to return the favor.

As I suck hard on the head, I slide my hand up and down his shaft.

“God, your mouth feels good.”

Several minutes later, his dick throbs in my hands, and salty cum flavors my tongue, so I swallow, then I tuck him back into his dress pants and sit back down next to him.

“Better?”

“So much better.” He kisses my lips deeply.

I hear chattering at the front entrance, and I glance up. Jasper and a pretty woman come into view. I know who she is, but I can’t think of her name. She was the face ofNakedmagazine last year.

I stand up and smooth out my sweater and jeans. Atlas stands up, slings his arms around my waist, and pulls me close, kissing my forehead.

Their eyes veer down to me, and the model’s eyes land on my scar. She eyes it a little longer and then her gaze lands on Atlas as if she’s confused, trying to piece together how we fit.

“Atlas, it’s been so long,” she says as if they are good friends. She waltzes to him and tries to kiss him on the cheek, but he steps back, putting his hands up to stop her.

“Rachael.”

Hurt registers on her face, but she tries to act as if she was not affected by his coldness as she folds her arms across her chest.

“Who is your friend?”

“Girlfriend.”

She crinkles her nose. “Excuse me?”

“She’s my girlfriend.”

“The blogs stated that you were in a relationship, but I didn’t want to believe it.” She side-eyes me, studying me like a map. “Your mother never told me about her.”

He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear as he lifts his eyebrows. “When did you speak to my mother?”

“A few weeks back, she and I had lunch.”

“My mother didn’t mention it because she didn’t want to hurt your feelings.” He shakes his head. “Stop having lunch with my mother.”

Awkwardness settles in between us, and Jasper rubs the back of his neck. “It’s good to see you, Lake.”

I giggle. “You saw me yesterday.”

“I know, but I like having you around, Atlas is nice to me then.”

“I’m going to get into the hot tub.” Rachael rolls her suitcase toward the stairs. “Are you coming with me, love?” she asks Jasper.

“I need to talk to Atlas,” he answers.

She turns her nose up and disappears upstairs.

“She’s a real piece of work,” Atlas says, sliding his fingers into my back pocket.

“She is.” Jasper’s eyes roam over my face. “Is it going to be a problem, Rachael being here?” Jasper looks at Atlas.

“No. I don’t want her. I never wanted Rachael. As long as she doesn’t start shit with us, she can stay here.”

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