Page 114 of Fool Me

Her eyes go wide, stunned, and then—finally—a real smile.

“It’s real?”

“The realest. No one deserves it more.” He grins. “I signed off on it along with the mayor this morning. We decided days ago, but you know how it is—red tape.”

I can’t stop the grin that spreads across my face. “I’m so fucking proud of you.”

She looks down, cheeks pink, and for the first time in hours, she looks like her again.

Travis tips an invisible hat and heads out. When the door shuts behind him, she turns to me.

“I want to talk about last night,” she says, voice quieter now. “I remember what you said.”

My heart stutters. “You do?”

She nods. “And I needed to tell you something then, but I didn’t get the chance.”

She sits up straighter, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear, and locks eyes with me.

“I love you too, Atlas. So much.”

I can’t breathe for a second. Then I lean in, our foreheads pressing together, relief breaking like light through a storm.

“Good,” I whisper, “because I’m not going anywhere.”

CHAPTER

FORTY-TWO

HARLOWE

Warmth spreads through my core, making me clench my legs. I try to close them but I can’t. Slowly, my eyes open and the heat building at my center intensifies.

“Good morning, Incident Commander,” Atlas says, the covers draped over his broad shoulders, his head between my thighs.

“Mhmmm. Indeed,” I murmur, still not really comprehending what’s happening. Then I feel it again—more aware now—the heavy pressure of something rubbing my G-spot. “Oh, my—Atlas,” I whimper.

His lips press to my inner thigh. “Already so close.”

“Wh—what’s happening?”

“Your needy little pussy is stuffed full of a toy I found in your drawer.” He thrusts again, making stars form on the edges of my vision.

“Do you remember your safe word?”

I don’t even remember my name right now. Searching my memory, I grab it with my shaky subconscious, clouded by sleep and bliss. “Fireworks.” I nod, but I have no intention of using it.

“Good girl,” he praises, sucking my clit between his lips and pressing the button to turn on the vibrations.

“Shit.” A stream of curses leave my mouth as I come hard and fast, clamping down around the vibrator without warning. Before I’m ready, Atlas flips me to my stomach, lifting my hips and pressing between my shoulder blades.

I lower willingly, turning my face to the side so I can see him. There’s a flash of worry in his eyes but I shake my head. “Don’t you dare stop. It’s been weeks; I’m fine.”

“Hands,” he demands, seemingly mollified by my reassurance.

I obey, of course, and he tugs one arm behind my back and then the other, putting me completely at his mercy as he lines himself up, pushing in without warning.

My eyes flutter closed when fills me, stretching me to the brink. It’s rough and possessive, and I love it. It’s been weeks since we talked about him taking me unexpectedly like this and after everything, it had slipped my mind entirely, which only makes it better.

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