I Swear I Still Hate Him (Atlas Lawson) novel Chapter 81

Chapter 81

Chapter 81

Emery’s POV

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My back arched off the bed, toes curling so hard they cramped, as Atlas swallowed every single one of my cries with that deep, hungry kiss. And there it was, another mind-blowing orgasm, courtesy of Atlas Lawson.

How? How does this man do it? It’s like he’s spent years secretly studying female anatomy, mapping out every single spot that makes a girl see stars, explode, and forget her own name. My whole body was still trembling, little aftershocks running through me like electricity.

I finally caught my breath enough to open my eyes, and there he was, hovering over me, chest rising and falling heavy, those dark gray eyes locked on mine like I was all that mattered. He lifted his hand slowly, deliberately, and slid those two fingers, the ones that had just ravaged me, into his mouth. His tongue swirled around them, licking every trace of me off, eyes never once leaving mine.

Atlas chuckled, low and warm.

He leaned over, brushing his lips against my cheek. “You’re adorable,” he murmured, and somehow that made me even redder.

I smacked his shoulder weakly. “Stop.”

He chuckled, that low, warm sound rumbling against my skin as he leaned in to kiss me again. This time it was slow, gentle… perfect. His lips moved over mine like he was memorizing every second, and I melted right into it.

I moaned softly into his mouth, the hunger building all over again, hot and insistent. You literally just came, Emery, the annoying little voice in my head piped up. Yeah, yeah, whatever. I shut it down fast, along with every other guilty whisper trying to sneak in. Right now? I was done overthinking. Done with the wrongs, the judging stares, the what-ifs. My heart was screaming one name, and I was finally listening.

I pulled back just enough to look at him, my hands framing his stupidly handsome face. “I want you,” I whispered, the words tumbling out before I could second-guess them.

“Emery,” he moaned, eyes darkening as his hands slid to my waist, yanking me closer until there wasn’t an inch of space between us.

“I want you so badly, Atlas,” I said again, punctuating it with quick, desperate kisses, his lips, his jaw, the corner

of his mouth.

He groaned, forehead dropping to mine. “I’m all yours, Em. Always have been. Always will be.”

I let out a dramatic groan, rolling my eyes even as my cheeks hurt from smiling. “Why do you have to be so romantic on top of everything else? It’s unfair.”

He chuckled, dimples popping as he gave me that cocky little grin. “One of my many special attributes.”

“Oh, so humble. Romeo would be jealous.”

He smirked. “Bet Romeo never made Juliet come like that.”

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I gasped, smacking his arm as I laughed. “Atlas!”

“What?” he said innocently, though his dimple betrayed him.

“Okay, shut up and take your pants off.”

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“Someone’s eager,” he teased, yanking his shirt off and tossing it aside before his hands went to my shorts, fingers hooking into the waistband.

I bit my lip, giving him my best innocent eyes. “Can you blame me? Have you seen yourself?”

He grinned, sliding my shorts down my legs, taking his sweet time about it. “Pretty sure I’m the one who hit the jackpot here,” he said, voice low as his gaze traveled back up, lingering everywhere.

I kicked the shorts off dramatically, then hooked my fingers into his belt loops and pulled him down on top of me. “Flattery will get you everywhere, Lawson,” I whispered, nipping at his bottom lip. “Now less talking, more naked.”

He laughed against my mouth, the sound turning into a groan as I arched up into him. “Yes, ma’am.”

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Here I was, completely naked, skin still buzzing from everything Atlas had already done to me, and there he was in nothing but those tight black briefs that hid absolutely nothing. His dick was rock-hard, straining against the fabric, the outline so clear I could practically feel it already. We should’ve grabbed a condom, they were literally right there in my nightstand drawer, but we couldn’t stop kissing. Every time I tried to think straight, his big hands cupped my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples, and my brain lost every right to think all over again.

“A… Atlas,” I muttered, grinding down hard on the bulge in his briefs, shamelessly chasing the friction.

“Yes, darling?” he murmured between kisses, voice rough, lips barely leaving mine.

“I need your dick inside me,” I breathed, no filter, no shame—just pure, desperate want.

He groaned deep in his throat, dropping his head to my neck, breath hot against my skin. “You’re killing me, Emery… Do you have condoms?”

“Yeah… first drawer.”

He pulled back just enough to reach over, and I took the opportunity to shamelessly check out his ass-toned, firm, the kind of perfect that should be illegal. He yanked the drawer open and froze.

“Oh wow,” he said, voice laced with amusement as he lifted the box. “I see you came prepared.”

Heat flooded my face instantly. “Sam showed up with a pack and just… left them here, okay? Don’t look at me

like that!”

Atlas chuckled, low and dirty, pulling out four foil packets. “Well then, I guess we owe Sam a thank-you, because we’re definitely gonna make use of these.”

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