❝ꋬⲧℓᥲ𝖘❞

“Seriously Lucius, I still don’t understand why we needed a driver” Erin slumped into the leather seat next to me.

The swell of her breasts was more defined above the neckline of her short cocktail dress as she crossed her arms.

Only my crazy girl would complain about taking a limo to dinner.

“No offense, but there’s no way we’d take your car to a formal dinner at Belinda Myers’ house.”

Her plump lips pulled into a sexy little pout. The look made me want to take her right here in the car. Even though I’d just had her.

After my Zoom meeting, I’d jumped into the shower with her, and in minutes, I’d had her begging and crying out against the tile as I rocked into her. Just the memory had me inching my hand up her thigh.

I wanted her in little dresses like this all the time.

“Don’t pout, Narssica. This way, I’m free to touch you.”

I brushed my fingers along the outside of her panties and smiled wickedly when she closed her eyes and let out a muffled moan at the contact.

“Not with the driver here” Her words said no, but her eyes screamed yes.

I tilted closer so my lips were at her ear, her fruity apple scent crashing over me as I ran my fingers over her one more time.

“I could just take these panties off for safekeeping.”

She shivered and tightened her legs around my hand, locking it against her.

“I’m not going to this party with a post-Seth glow.”

I could change her mind, no doubt. But she had a point, and I was working to correct my image.

“On the way home, then.”

She groaned and yanked my hand from between her legs before whacking me lightly on the arm. I relaxed back in my seat, feeling light. Possibly for the first time since I’d gotten on that damn plane to Montana.

The night went better than I could have dreamed. My only niggle of concern came from the absolute joy that radiated from Belinda at Erin’s presence.

“She is a gem” Belinda smiled, tipping her chin to where Erin stood by the bar across the room.

I nodded.

“One of a kind, that’s for sure.”

Another woman appeared at Belinda’s side, stealing her attention, and she gestured to me to give her a moment.
I took a step back to give them some privacy and let my mind wander.

If I landed this account, would the Myers want to keep seeing Erin?

In truth, I wouldn’t mind seeing her when I was in Montana. She drove me crazy, but there was so much more to the woman than I’d first given her credit for. And the more I learned about her, the more I liked. She was so different from any woman I’d met in the past.

“Here you go, babe” Erin held a glass out to me, jarring me back to the moment.

I hadn’t realized my glass was empty, but I wasn’t surprised that she had picked up on it. She’d been running interference for Belinda for the last hour, making it obvious that she knew how to read a room.

No wonder Belinda wanted her here tonight.

There was no way she wouldn’t want to have Erin around after this weekend. That fact was cemented when Belinda turned her back on the woman next to her and waved another board member over.

“Linus, this is Erin Cahill,” Belinda said when the man approached. “She’s the one I was telling you about. From the lab this morning” She smiled at my fake fiancée. “He has some questions for you.”

I stifled a laugh as the three of them fell into a deep conversation. I picked up on words like calcium and riboflavin, but most of it went right over my head. And from the way the woman on the other side of Belinda wandered off, she probably didn’t understand the lingo either.

At a lull in the conversation, Erin turned to me.

“Linus, this is my fiancé, Atlas.”

“Oh, yes. We met yesterday. Devin mentioned your firm having some solid ideas for the new campaign.”

“Thanks” I nodded as I shook Linus’ hand.

“So when’s the big day?” he asked, gesturing between me and Erin.

“Oh…”

Damn. This was one of the questions we should have prepped for.

“Oh man, the date was such a tough choice. Between weather and flight costs and Atlas’ work schedule—so we can book our honeymoon—it’s been crazy. And there are so many opinions” Erin laughed. “Whoever said weddings are just about the bride and groom was a liar. But I think weʼll picked the best time for the weather in LA. Don’t you think, babe?” She smiled serenely at me, and all I could do was nod. “I do worry it’ll be too hot. But being on the beach and having the breeze from the ocean should be perfect. I have to pick out our flowers when we get home next week.”

She barely took a breath before going on about half a dozen other random things we still had to do and how excited she was about creating her dream wedding.

When we finally excused ourselves, I leaned close to her ear and asked, “When did you say the date was? I lost track with all your rambling.”

She smirked.

“I didn’t. That was the point.”

Oh fuck. That was brilliant. Damn, she’d make a brilliant marketer herself.

By the third time the question had been asked, it was natural to drop into this conversation and follow her lead.

“The fight over honeymoon plans was a nice touch” Erin smiled at me. “But I actually think Bora Bora would be fun.”

Images of her in one of the huts that floated on the cerulean water flooded my mind. Skimpy suits and lots of skin. I could see us there, enjoying every minute of the trip.

If we booked soon—

I blinked.

What the fuck am I talking about? We aren’t getting married.

I shook my head.

“Hey, sexy?” Erin’s voice was unusually low as she tucked up next to me. “Check your pocket.”

I slipped my hand into my jacket pocket, my fingers brushing against something satin.

Maybe… but it wasn’t…

My eyes widened.

“Ready to go?” Erin sank her teeth into her lower lip.

Between that and the way her panties felt between my fingers, there was no way I could refuse.

***

❝乇𝕣ίŊ❞

The second the door slammed shut, Atlas had me pressed against it, my shoulder blades digging into the hard surface as he captured my mouth with his. Of our own volition, my legs encircled his hips. When I locked my ankles at the small of his back, he rocked against me.

Whoa, the man can kiss.
And tease.

He’d spent the limo ride back to the hotel toying with me. Releasing my lips, he tipped my chin up, then pressed his mouth against the pulse in my neck, the sensation causing me to arch into him.

“God, you’re mean” I moaned.

“Me?” he muttered as he kissed his way down to my collarbone. “Who put their panties in my pocket at my business dinner?”

“Is that a complaint?” I chuckled as his eyes shot to mine.

“Fuck no. Do it every time, and I’ll be a happy man.”

I chuckled and he stepped back from the door. I unhooked my ankles so I could slide down to the floor.

“No you don’t” Atlas growled and yanked my legs back up, settling his hands under my ass.

“Atlas, I’m heavy” I sighed.

He pressed me against the door again, regarding me intently.

“Let’s get one thing straight right now” He lifted a hand to cup my cheek. “Your legs belong wrapped around my waist” His voice was low and dripping with unrestrained desire.

He hovered so close his lips ghosted across mine as he spoke. Then, finally, he dropped them to meet mine again. All too soon, he pulled back, swinging me away from the door.

“So don’t give me that heavy shit ever again. I have no problem carrying you.”

“That’s probably why your ass is tight enough to bounce quarters off.”

He chuckled darkly as he brushed his lips against my shoulder and strode into the bathroom.

“Exactly, crazy girl.”

He set me on the counter and moved toward the massive jetted tub across the room.

“Do I have to stay here and wait for you? Or can I get down?”

“As long as the dress hits the floor as fast as your feet, you can get down.”

“In a hurry, Mr. Moreno?” I cocked a brow.

Without responding, he turned the water on in the tub.
I hadn’t noticed until that moment that the lights were dimmed, and the room had a romantic vibe going.

“Are we taking a bath?”

The tub was plenty big enough, but…

He spun back to me, his brow creased.

“What’s with the tone? Do you have issues with baths?”

“No” I scanned the room again. “But I didn’t realize people took baths together in real life. I thought that was more of a romance book thing.”

Frowning, Atlas stalked toward me until our chests were practically touching, making me look up to maintain eye contact.

“You’ve dated really shitty guys, haven’t you?”

Not every guy I dated was bad. Just…

“I don’t know” I shrugged. “Dorms don’t have tubs, and since graduation, I haven’t dated much. Just a couple of guys whose apartments didn’t have tubs anywhere close to this size.”

I shook my head. He really didn’t get what life was like for the average person.

“Sometimes I forget how young you are,” he said, regarding me with an intensity that made me shiver. “Let me be the first man to spoil you, Erin.”

First?

Like I’d ever meet another gazillionaire who invited me to spend the week in a hotel room bigger than my apartment.

“I’m pretty sure you’ll be the only one.”

When his eyes flared, I decided I wanted to take care of him too.

In my own way.

Slowly, I pulled at his tie, loosening it before I moved to the buttons of his dress shirt. With my palms pressed to his warm skin, I explored the planes of his broad chest, moving to his shoulders and sending the white material cascading down his arms until it caught on his wrists.

Lifting onto my toes, I kissed him.

“Rin” He groaned. “My arms are stuck.”

“Well aware” I smirked against his mouth as I worked his belt and zipper. The water running in the background gave me pause. “One sec” I slid around him and shut it off.

“Really hate the bath idea, huh?” I chuckled.

“Shh. We’ll do that after.”

“After what?”

“After I take care of you” I smiled, and with my hands on his shoulders, I forced him to step back until he was even with the bench at the vanity. I lowered his pants and boxers in one tug. “Sit.”

He smirked as he tried to reach for me, but his shirt kept his hands trapped behind his back.

“I’m still stuck, Rin.”

“I know” I pushed on his shoulders until he sat on the bench.

His shirt caught under him, holding his arms even tighter at his sides.

“Rin?” he asked, his pupils dilated and his breath ragged.

With a seductive arch of my brow, I lowered myself between his legs until my knees hit the cold tile. Without looking away, I ran my hands up his calves, letting the curly hair tickle my palms as I slowly moved across the muscles of his inner thighs on either side of me.

His cock jutted straight up between his legs, long and thick, the tip glistening. I trailed my thumb along the underside.

With a groan, he said, “Please tell me you’re going to suck it, baby” He swallowed as I wrapped my fingers around his length, giving it a firm squeeze.

I tilted forward, swiping my tongue over the smooth tip, tasting him. He bucked off the seat at the contact, his cock twitching in my hand.

“Suck it. Now.”

I licked my lips and took his blunt head inside. Swirling her tongue before pulling it deep, my eyes still fixed on his face.

His strong jaw was clenched, and his head was tipped back. The cords of his neck were tight. A power surged through me at the sight.

I made this man feel that good.

Again I took him deep, his length filling me until the tip of his cock brushed the back of my throat.

He groaned my name, dragging out the syllables. The deep timbre sent vibrations through me. He tugged against the sleeves of his shirt desperately, but I continued alternating between licks and sucks before once again taking him to the back of my throat.

“You look so fucking good with your lips around me” He flexed his hips, forcing himself deeper.

I groaned around him, relishing the power I had to make him feel this good. Turning him on turned me on. Made my own need pound deep in my core. I pulled back and ran my tongue along him again, then swirled around the tip.

The sound of ripping fabric echoed off the tile before he slipped a hand under my arms and yanked me up until I was settled on his lap, my dress bunched at my waist.
He slid a hand between us and slipped his fingers into my heat.

“Sucking my dick makes you so wet, dirty girl.”

With one quick movement, he sheathed himself inside me, filling me completely.

My breath caught at the delicious friction, and I closed my eyes, savoring the feeling. The fabric of my dress brushed against my skin, sending arcs of electricity through me as he lifted it over my head. When the garment lay in a puddle beside us, he pulled me close. My nipples rubbed against his chest, and I shuddered. He dropped his head and claimed my mouth, devouring me as he sat fully inside me.
Skin to skin, connected to him so thoroughly, I felt every emotion as if it were magnified.

“Ride me,” he growled against my lips.

With my hands looped around his neck, I lifted and rocked against him. He groaned and pulled back, watching my, desire heating his green eyes.

“Yeah, baby, just like that.”

He brought a hand to my waist and guided me as I moved, lifting his hips to meet me every time.

“Las,” I whimpered, teetering on the edge of pleasure, my lashes fluttering.

“Don’t you dare shut your eyes,” he ordered. “Look at me. See how good we are together.”

Obediently, I locked eyes with him as we met each other thrust for thrust. His green irises flared, and the knot of pleasure inside me tightened and swirled, begging to be set free.

I picked up my speed, unable to look away from him. In turn, he kept his focus on my face, his breath dancing across my lips. His eyes reflected so much emotion: desire, need, and maybe something else. All of it amplifying the flames building inside me.

I whimpered and ground hard against his pelvis.

“I got you, baby.”

With a hand between us, he swirled his thumb around my clit.

My legs quivered, and I exploded, waves of pleasure bursting through me over and over in an unstoppable torrent. He shifted, thrusting hard, lifting me higher, making me cry out. He groaned into my neck and locked both arms around me as he came.

Our bodies stayed fused together as we floated back down to earth, catching our breath and relaxing into our embrace.

“You’re amazing, Narssica” Atlas’ words vibrated against my neck.

“You’re not so bad yourself, Lucius” I smiled.

But five minutes later, as the bath water rose around us, my head on his chest and his strong arms wrapped around me, the realization hit.

Though this was only a weekend fling, I would never ever find another man like Seth Atlas Moreno.