Page 55 of Claiming Atlas

Chapter Twenty-Four

Atlas

A scent hits my nose a split second before a hand slides across my shoulder. I tense, because I can’t see anything, but the fragrance is familiar, soft, a delicate mixture of coconut, vanilla, and...

I sit up straighter, my eyes wide, fighting for vision in a pitch dark room.

She rubs both hands down my chest, then brings her face close to mine, and her breath teases my ear. She slides her hands back up, then holds onto my shoulders as she steps beside me. I clench my hands into fists because they want to reach out for her, this woman I can’t see.

Because it’s her. Ithasto be her.

She slides her hands from my shoulders, to my thighs, to my knees, then gently spreads my legs apart before guiding her hands back up my body.

I’ve had more lap dances than I can count, but right now I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life. She steps between my knees, and places her hands on my shoulders once more. She leans forward, I think, and the undeniable softness of breasts brushes against my nose. I quickly inhale without thinking, and she pauses.

Fuck. I just sniffed her. Hard.

What if it’s not Kayla?

What if it is?

I’m a douchebag either way, yeah?

I don’t even care. And when she brushes those full tits against my face again, it takes all my might not to sniff her a second time. Not to grab her and press my face in between those tits and motorboat the shit out of them.

Why didn’t she tell me she was working this thing tonight? She had to have known I’d be here, right? Why didn’t she say something?

Was she trying to surprise me?

Or did she even know I was coming? Maybe she thinks she’s dancing for some other asshole.

I focus on breathing slowly, casually, so I don’t make a fool out of myself.

Of course, the way my dick presses against my slacks, if the lights turn on right now, I’ll look like more than a fool.

Is everyone getting their own personal lap dance?

She brings her lips to my ear, then brushes them back and forth over my earlobe and I try not to sigh. “I think you smell good, too, Atlas.”

Fuck, I love how she says my name. And now that she’s spoken, I have no doubt it’s Kayla.

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