Chapter 35

Atlas’ POV

That night after our little interaction, I sped through the streets gripping the steering wheel so hard my knuckles were white. I needed to get home immediately. My dick was still hard and there would be no taming it until I was able to take care of it myself because I couldn’t get her off my mind. All I could think about was the way her body felt and the way her moans sounded in my ear, sounds that I had only dreamed about. It felt unreal, but her strong scent lingering on me was a pleasant reminder of just how real it was.

Feeling how wet she had been for me let me know what I had suspected all along; that she wanted me too as much as she tried to hide it. And when she said my name… Fuck. I almost completely lost it. I couldn’t wipe the smug look off my face. I felt like I was on top of the fucking world. All it took was a couple minutes with her to get me out of my slump. She had been the cause of it in the first place. It was weird though, I hadn’t even got my own relea