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Yet, I left England without sleeping with Greg and promised to call him this weekend.
I haven’t.
He’s messaged but I don’t know what to say.
Is Atlas right? Am I being unfaithful to Greg? We’ve made no promises to each other and as the only other person who knows about Steve except my parents, he knows exactly why I have held back.
Then I arrive home in the United States and fall onto Atlas’s cock.
What does that say about me?
Atlas runs his hands down my arms and starts to undresses me. The candles that Payton and I lit flicker shadows around us, and it feels romantic.
I let go and allow this last moment between us.
I shouldn’t, but I do.
My pantsuit falls to the ground, and when I turn, he’s removing his shirt and trousers.
“Stay with me, baby,” Atlas says, taking my chin.
“Tell me you are all mine. Just for tonight,” I say, hating myself for it.
“I’m all yours,” he says roughly. “Iamall yours, Molly. And you are mine.”
My eyes dip as his words stab me in the heart. I know they’re temporary and they’re painfully beautiful.
“On the bed, baby.” Atlas lays me down and climbs over me. He threads his fingers through my hair and gently kisses me.
I wrap my arms around his broad and muscular body, momentarily closing my eyes at the feel of his soft yet strong body.
I feel safe.
So safe and protected.
“You make me burn, Molly. When you yell at me. When you look at me. When you fuck me.” He rasps again my mouth.
Oh, god.
“I can’t get enough of you.”
I want to tell him that I feel the same thing, but that I don’t have the courage to trust him. Then I remember that this is pretend.
It’s just for tonight.
But how does it feel like this if it’s not real?
The chemistry and connection between us are like an atomic bomb compared to what I felt when I was with Greg.
He’s safe. I should marry him.
He’d be loyal and marry me. We would have kids and live happily without passion forever.
Being with Atlas feels like running out in front of traffic. Crazy. Wild. Dangerous.
His fingers find their way over my buttocks and to my core. “Wet, Molly. Always wet for me.”
I moan and lift my hips seeking his erection. Telling him what I want.
