Page 71 of Claiming Atlas

After tonight, it won’t matter. I’ll move back to California, and he’ll jump back on the tour, and we’ll never see each other again.

All I will have of him are memories of these two nights of mind-blowing sex.

Mind-altering sex.

I giggle and he smiles.

Whoops.

“What’s so funny. Was I snoring?”

“Yes. But that’s not why I was laughing.”

He rolls onto his side and opens his eyes and I want to dive into those chocolatey pools. So much depth hides in those eyes. So much he doesn’t want people to see. “Why were you laughing? Was I drooling?” he asks. But he doesn’t wipe at his mouth, like he knows damn well he wasn’t drooling.

Guys this sexy probably never drool.

I, on the other hand...

“Hey.”

I meet his gaze.

“I asked you a question.” Atlas raises one eyebrow. “What are you thinking about?”

“Drool.”

He laughs. “Before that.”

I lick my lips. “Mind-altering sex.”

His lips twitch. “Mind-altering? Do you mean mind-blowing?”

I shake my head. “Oh, no, I definitely mean mind-altering.”

Atlas scoots closer, then runs his hand up my side, stopping just below the bottom curve of my breast. “Are you saying I’ve altered your mind with my skills?”

I snort. “Yes.” I lean forward and press a quick kiss to his lips. “It certainly wasn’t with your humility.”

He pushes me gently. “No one will ever say I’m a humble man.”

I laugh and nuzzle closer to him. “Humility is overrated.”

He nods. “Plus, I have a big cock.”

I nearly choke. “Jesus.”

“No. Close, but not quite saintly enough.” He traces the curve of my breast with his thumb. “Though I have heard ‘oh my God’ a time or two.”

“Oh my God.” I roll my eyes.

“Exactly.”

I laugh and snuggle against him, laying my head in the crook of his arm.

After a few long moments, he says, “Where’s home?”

I push up onto my elbows and look at him. “Why?”

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