Page 96 of Fool Me

My shorts come off first, and then my underwear. He covers me with his body, kissing along the column of my neck until he reaches my mouth and his hands slide under my tank top. He breaks the kiss just long enough to get the shirt over my head and unclasp my bra.

Then his mouth is back, and it’s everywhere—on my neck, nipping at my collarbone, working lower until his hot lips seal over my nipples, sucking and flicking.

“Fuck, these are pretty.” He takes my breasts in his palm, pushing them together. “I’m leaking all over myself. That was—you were . . . incredible. I’m going to spend some time between these thighs and then I’m going to fuck you so well that you never have to fake anything again. Okay with you, Clover?”

“Yes!” I cry out.

“Good,” he says, switching to the other side as one hand dips between my thighs, parting my center and sinking inside. He stops, looking up with a smug expression before he lifts his soaked finger.

“Absolutely dripping. All from having my cock in your mouth?”

“Yes,” I admit.

His smile is far too pleased. He works my nipples between his fingers, the other hand not missing a beat as he makes shallow strokes that have stars forming at the edge of my vision. “Do wehave a mutual praise kink?” he asks, his chin resting against my sternum, like he’s asking what I want for dinner.

I roll my eyes because this is absurd. “It seems so.”

“This is going to be so fucking fun.” He kisses his way down my stomach until he gets to my mound. Using his shoulder to spread me, he sinks lower until his face is buried between my thighs and my hands are in his hair.

“Let me hear how well I’m doing, Harlowe. It’s just us this time, so be loud for me, darling.”

“There. Just like that,” I tell him, pressing his head to me. “Your tongue—you’re so good at that.”

He hums his approval, and the praise seems to spur him on. Another finger joins the one already fucking me slowly. “More,” I beg.

My thighs shake at the end of the bed and he lifts one, putting it over his shoulder, and then the other. His lips seal around my clit, sucking hard, and my back comes off the bed. “That’s it. I’m going to come . . . fuck,” I groan, louder than I think I’ve ever let myself be before. No one has ever told me to be loud, encouraged me to embrace the things I want this boldly.

I know I don’t need a man’s permission for literally anything, but he’s unleashed something inside me and not just here.

I won’t settle and I won’t shrink.

“Yes, Atlas, like that.”

He adds a third finger, stretching me. His hair is damp with sweat. This man is literally eating me to the point that it’s work. He’s giving me everything he’s got and then some.

“Oh god. It’s so good.”

“Get there for me, darling.” He crooks his fingers and clamps down on my clit. Everything goes white, my whole body trembling and my calves cramping from the force of it.

“Yes. Yes. Yes,” I chant.

My heart is pounding so loud I can feel it everywhere as Atlas kisses me softly between my legs, making me shiver before he crawls back up my body. His lips shine, and his hair is a mess, but he looks relaxed and happy.

It’s the same feeling that’s pumping through my blood and has me reaching for his face to pull him down to me for a kiss that stretches into more. I hiss when his hard length presses against my still-sensitive center.

“Sorry,” he murmurs against my lips.

“Don’t apologize. I just need you inside me instead of on the outside.”

“Fuck yes,” he groans, kissing me hard, the taste of me coating his lips. Both hands frame my face before he pulls back. He sits back on his heels and stretches his long body toward his pile of clothes, grabbing his wallet and fishing out a condom. His tattoo is on full display, and I run my fingers over it.

“Do you think you’ll get more?”

He tears the package open, fitting the opening against his tip. “Maybe. For the right thing.”

I watch him roll it down—it’s so hot. “I like that this one has meaning.”

“I don’t do things without a reason,” he says, leaning back over me and positioning himself at my entrance.