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Atlas shoved his groin against Hawk’s. “Promises, promises.”

“Fuck me,” Hawk hissed as he leaned down to nibble on Atlas’ bottom lip. “You, my pretty boy, are the full package.” Hawk tossed Atlas over his shoulder and headed toward the exit.

“Roan, tell Ambrose if he needs me, I’ll be at the penthouse on 7th. Make certain he understands to only call if it’s an emergency…like if he’s dying, or something in that category.”

Roan grinned. “Copy that, Sir.”

CHAPTER FOUR

As Hawk locked the door, Atlas took a moment to enjoy the magnificence of the penthouse. It wasn’t the largest he’d seen, but the panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city were breathtaking. The furniture was expensive…hell, everything about Ambrose and Hawk was top shelf. Atlas, on the other hand, was mid shelf. He felt his insecurities start to creep back in. The old Atlas, the boring one, was begging to take things slower, not to take any risks with his heart or body.

“Whatcha thinking?” Hawk, who’d snuck up on him, whispered in his ear. “Second thoughts? It’s okay if you are. I don’t want you to feel pressure to do anything. If tonight’s not the night, we’ll go up to the rooftop and take a swim, just enjoy the view.”

Of course, there was a rooftop pool.

“Just how much money do you and Ambrose have?” Atlas finally asked. “I’m way out of my league here.” He struggled for the right words. “I don’t want to be played with and thrown away and, to be honest, that’s about all I’d be good for when playing in your sandbox.” Atlas hung his head. “I shouldn’t have let it go this far. I’m sure you are used to hooking up with guys all the time. I’m not a hook up kind of guy.”

“You are making me angry right now.” Hawk said through gritted teeth. “I’ve already told you this wasn’t a hook up type of situation. That pisses me off.” Hawk caught Atlas beneath the chin and forced him to look up. “You know what pisses me even more than that? I’ll tell you, that dumbass bullshit remark about you only beingworthsomeone to play with and throw away. Where does that shit come from? You’re gorgeous. Funny. Smart. You act like a fucking adult when everybody else your age is still behaving like high school kids! Hell, Atlas, you are as close to damn-near perfect as I’ve ever encountered in my life. Just because I have money doesn’t begin to make meworthyof you. Fuck!”

They hadn’t spent a lot of time together, but Atlas had never seen Hawk really upset about…well, anything. When he was intense with work, he was laid back and a bit of a jokester. Well, shit. He’d done it again.

“Stop!” Hawk said in frustration.

“St-stop what?” Atlas whispered. “I didn’t say anything.”

“You didn’t have to say anything. You got that lost look on your face that you get when you’re overthinking or underthinking things.” Hawk leaned down and placed a soft kiss on Atlas’ lips. “I’m falling harder for you than I’ve ever fell for anybody. I don’t intend to let it get fucked up over money, the lack of or too much of, or rushing sex. Let’s go for that swim. I’m a funny guy. I’ll keep you laughing all night.”

Atlas felt his life snapping back into place—like he was emerging from a brain fog. Those fogs tended to happen when he found himself exceptionally worried about something. He wasn’t worried about Hawk, the man was worth the risk of getting his heart broken!

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what makes me overthink every damn thing.” Atlas leaned in, hoping he hadn’t turned Hawk completely out of the mood for the night. “You made me some promises back at the club. I’d like to see you put your, uh, dick where your mouth is…like money where your mouth is. Get it? Just a joke.” Atlas took a deep breath. “Shit, I’m doing the nervous chatter thing again.”

Hawk pulled Atlas into a hug. “I’m smitten with everything you do, including the nervous chatter…excluding the negative things you say about yourself. I want that to stop. I have awesome taste, and in my eyes, you are deliciously perfect.” Hawk placed a quick kiss on Atlas’ forehead. “Now, let’s go for that swim. It’ll help us both relax.”

Atlas didn’t want to relax, he wanted to fuck. He’d jacked off countless times in the shower to the Hawk fantasy, but now he was more than ready for the real deal. Atlas dropped to his knees in front of Hawk, reaching for the button and zipper to his leather pants in the same movement. Atlas felt Hawk’s entire body go rigid…all except for a soft caress to Atlas’ cheek.

“Are you certain?” Hawk asked quietly.

Atlas’ tongue swiped his bottom lip before answering. “No doubts at all. I want this more than I’ve ever wanted anything.”

The very second Atlas finished answering Hawk, the bigger man reached down, picked Atlas up, and tossed him over his shoulder. “That makes two of us, unicorn.” Hawk carried Atlas up some floating steps that were in the center of the penthouse. At the top, there was a grand bedroom, with a bed larger than the usual king-sized. All of the walls were windows from floor to ceiling. Outside, a balcony wrapped around the room. Well, that was what Atlas thought it looked like but since he was still hanging upside down, he wasn’t certain. All he knew for sure was that Hawk’s back was packed solid with muscles that rippled with the man’s every movement. Atlas had never pictured himself as the type that enjoyed being manhandled, but he loved how powerful Hawk was. The man made him feel safe and sexual at the same time.

Suddenly, Atlas felt himself being launched through the air. Thankfully, he wasn’t able to shriek in fear before he landed safely on the massive bed…that would have been embarrassing. Atlas looked up at Hawk. He looked like a predator…which made Atlas the prey.

Looking back at Atlas, Hawk asked, “Do the windows bother you? If you’re afraid someone from another building will see us, I’ll lower the blinds.”

Atlas’ eyes darted towards the windows and noticed for the first time that there were penthouses in other buildings directly across from them. It would be simple enough to watch their every move, especially if they had telescopes like Atlas had seen on countless television programs and movies. Voyeurism…another thing that Atlas didn’t realize would turn him on, but the idea of someone watching them…yeah, his dick could get really hard with the images dancing around in his head. “Leave them open,” Atlas answered softly.

“That’s my unicorn,” Hawk cooed. “Now, this is how I’d like things to go tonight. I’m going to give you some commands and I’d like you to follow them. You strike me as someone who feels safer following rules. If anything makes you uncomfortable, you say…glitter. How does that sound?”

Atlas rose up on his knees. “You like giving commands, eh?”

Hawk nodded. “I do.”

“Well, lucky for both of us, I like obeying commands.” Atlas countered. “And following rules.” He grinned. “I’ve always been a stickler for the rules.” Sure, it was always good and safe rules that Atlas followed, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t be good at following bad and naughty rules. If the hardness of his cock was any indication, Atlas was going to be on upper management level of naughty rule following.

“Good.” Hawk crossed his arms over his magnificently sculpted chest and spread his legs, striking a very intimidating pose…that caused pre-cum to leak from Atlas’ cock. “Take your shirt off.”

Atlas couldn’t help but be thankful that Hawk was starting with an easy command. When the man had been doing Atlas’ photos, touching every inch of him in very sexual ways, Hawk had been nothing short of professional, almost playful at times. That playfulness didn’t dance in his eyes now. No, it was something far more predatorial. His eyes held threats—threats of delights Hawk’s body could offer. Feeling cocky and incredibly sexual, Atlas unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside. He was no professional stripper, but he thought he did a damn good job of making his moves look sexy.

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