Kayla

His hands travel all over my skin, reintroducing those callused fingers to the most delicate places on my body. My belly, my breasts, the soft skin of my inner thighs... He runs his hands up my back and grips both shoulders, holding me tighter to him as his tongue invades my mouth.

I told him not to touch me, but I did so specifically because Atlas doesn’t follow rules.

It might be my favorite thing about him.

His penis twitches against me, hardening as we—

Wait. That might be my favorite thing about him.

I whimper as my belly tightens. I can’t do this anymore. I want him, need him to myself.

Now.

I break our kiss and it pains me to pull away from his lips. I press my chest against his and run my hands through his hair, tugging it gently until his head tips back, then I run my mouth up his throat to his ear. “Take me home, Atlas.”

He stands quickly, gripping my ass as he does so, keeping me wrapped around his waist. The chair falls to the ground behind him with a crash that stops all conversation in the room. I press my face into his neck to hide my laughter.

“Sorry,” he says, his voice thick. He clears his throat. “Sorry about that. I, uh, I got up too fast.”

People murmur around the table and his chest shakes on a laugh, then he starts to step away from the chair.

A hand grazes my leg, then freezes. “Atlas?”

I giggle, because I can’t keep it in anymore. His playmate fangirl has just rubbed my thigh, and I can only imagine what’s going through her head right now.

“Oh my god,” I whisper. “Go.”

He laughs, then slowly shuffles his feet until we’re away from the table. Then he stops. “I don’t know how to get out,” he whispers in my ear.

“Sir?”

Atlas spins to the sound of the man’s voice. “Yes?”

“Do you need an escort?”

“Yes. Sorry. I... need to use the rest room.”

“Yes sir, of course. Please place your hand on my shoulder.”

“I... I can’t.”

I snort, then bury my face against him again.

“Sir?”

“My hands are full?”

“Ah, I see. Please try to follow my voice.” The server continues talking and Atlas follows him until a door opens in front of us and he stands aside so we can sneak past.

Once we’re back out in the main area of the building and the door to the dining area has closed behind us, Atlas sets me down, then steps back to give me one long look from head to toe and back up again. His gaze sends heat through my body, and I shiver in anticipation.

He licks his lips and pulls his bottom lip into his teeth, and I nearly come apart when he meets my gaze. “Hot damn, Kayla, you look good enough to eat.”

My mind goes flying back to last night, and the way he licked champagne from the most delicate parts of me, and I squeeze my thighs together as wetness pools between my legs.

He catches the movement and his eyes flick downward. He shakes his head and groans. “Fuck, you’re killing me. Let’s go.” He wraps his hand through mine and starts to lead me toward the front door.

“Wait.” I stop, and when he turns back to look at me, I wave my hand toward my barely there clothing. “In this?”

He looks me over, then grins mischievously. “Fuck. Yes. Only that.”

I lick my lips and fight back a smile. “I’m not walking outside in this.”

He frowns. “Are you sure?”

“Are you pouting?”

“Yes.” He pokes his bottom lip out.

I roll my eyes. “I should just go out there like this and give your driver and Red a show, right?”

He nods, shrugging. “I don’t see why not? Red’s an okay guy.”

I hold up my pointer finger. “Give me one second, okay?”

“Fine.” He crosses his arms indignantly. “Can you at least keep it on under your clothes?”

I shrug. “Guess we’ll just have to see.”

“Wait.”

I raise an eyebrow.

“Keep the wig on too.”

With a dramatic eye roll to drive home how ridiculous he is, I turn around and race toward the dressing room, trying my best to look like I’m not racing. Hell, why do I even care if he sees me rushing? He’s just as eager as I am, judging by that bulge in his pants that hasn’t settled down since I first said hello before the show. I giggle as I grab my stuff from the dressing room closet, then hold up my jeans and pause.

“Leaving so soon?” Collette steps out from the restroom, eyeing me as I quickly gather my things.

I look up at her and heat rushes to my cheeks. “I hope you don’t mind, I—”

“As long as you’re taking Atlas with you and not ditching him here with that daft girl, I’m happy.”

Grinning, I stand and start to step into my jeans. “I’m definitely not ditching Atlas.” Ever.

“Good. Then throw those godawful ripped jeans in the trash and follow me.”

“What?” I look at my jeans and frown. I love these things.

“Come.”

Reluctantly, I stuff my jeans into my duffel and follow Collette to her private area off the back of the dressing room.

She pulls her long trench coat off the coat rack and holds it out to me, eyebrows raised like she’s waiting for me to slip into it.

I step over to her and slide my arms into the sleeves. She wraps the white velvet-like coat around me, tying the belt around my waist, then runs her hands down over my hips. “This is how you leave with him.”

“Collette, I love this, but...”

“Oh no, hon, no arguing. If you’re going to take him away before he even has a taste of the delectable food my chef has prepared, you can at least tantalize his senses in other ways.”

“Oh, I plan to.” I close my mouth quickly, surprised that the words were said aloud.

Collette laughs. “Kayla, honey, what has he done to you?” She pats my cheek and steps past me. “You’re glowing.”

Once she’s gone, I shake my head and step into the black pumps I brought on the off chance that Atlas wanted to go out with me after the event. I’m pretty sure going out has just been eclipsed by staying in. I pause as an idea strikes me. Smiling, I step out of the tiny lace thong and slip the bra off through the sleeve of the trench coat, then tuck them into the deep pockets and leave the room.

Atlas waits for me by the front door. He looks me up and down slowly, smiling as I approach. “What’s under the coat?”

I hold his gaze as I walk past him and step outside. “The main course.”

He groans and rushes past me to open the back door of his car.

I climb inside and say hello to Red as Atlas runs to the other side of the car and climbs in on that side. He tells the driver to take us to the Hard Rock, then turns to face me. As he holds my gaze, his lips curl into a wicked grin. “I’m starving.”

I smile as heat rushes south.

“You didn’t eat, boss?” Red holds up a wrapped McDonald’s cheeseburger. “You want my last burger?”

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.”