I Swear I Still Hate Him (Atlas Lawson) novel Chapter 87

Chapter 87

Chapter 87

Atlas’s POV

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Just before I could head to my inner desires… The doors swung open behind us, snapping me out of it. Emery gave me a knowing smile, like she could see every dirty thought behind my eyes. Then we walked toward our table, her heels clicking softly beside me. I pulled out her chair for her, trying to act like gentleman and not the guy who was just mentally undressing her thirty seconds ago.

“Thanks,” she said, brushing my hand with hers as she sat.

I dropped down beside her, heartbeat still in overdrive. Then the room went quiet for a beat before everyone burst into applause. Our parents walked in, arm in arm, glowing like they were straight out of a magazine cover.

They did look good. No lie.

But me?

I barely saw them.

Because all I could think about was the girl sitting next to me… and how the hell I was supposed to survive the night without doing something stupid like kissing her in front of everyone.

The engagement party kicked off, jazz quartet trying to keep everything classy while waiters floated around with champagne and tiny plates of food I couldn’t even name. I barely registered any of it.

All I could focus on was the girl next to me.

Emery leaned in again, close enough that her bare shoulder brushed mine, her vanilla perfume wrapping around my head like a drug. Every time she whispered something, her lips were so damn close to my ear I could feel the warmth of her breath. Cute as hell. Distracting as fuck.

Thank God the event planner had decided our parents deserved the spotlight table up front. Because if we were sitting any closer to them, there’s no way our little secret stays secret much longer.

She was telling me about her first drink again, voice low and teasing, eyes sparkling like she knew exactly how much she was wrecking me.

“Wanna know a secret? Had my first drink when I was fourteen,” he murmured, leaning in, her lips brushing way too close to my ear. “Some cheap vodka my cousin smuggled in from a wedding.”

I smiled, eyes locked on her mouth. “And?”

She made a face. “Tasted so bad. I thought I was gonna die.”

I chuckled, shaking my head. “You? Miss perfection?”

“I was rebellious for like five minutes,” she whispered, sipping he water. “Didn’t even get drunk. Just gagged dramatically

and brushed five times.”

She laughed quietly at her own joke, eyes bright, cheeks flushed And maybe I should’ve just kept listening, kept nodding like a normal guy, but my hand had other plans. It drifted under the table, slow, deliberate, until my fingers found her bare thigh. I rested my palm there-light, barely touching, and watched her whole body react.

She sucked in a tiny breath. A shiver rolled through her, visible om her shoulders down to where her foot hooked around my ankle under the table.

“Don’t stop,” I murmured, voice low enough that only she could hear it. My thumb brushed one slow, deliberate circle against her skin.

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Her lashes fluttered. She nodded once, small, shaky, then lifted er water glass to her lips like she needed something cold to ground her.

“So…. after that I swore off cheap vodka,” she tried again, voice bathier now, “but then there was this one party where…”

My hand inched higher. Fingertips grazed the edge of lace….hot, lamp, barely-there green thong. I dragged one slow line along the center of her, feeling how swollen and slick she alread was through the thin fabric.

Her words dissolved into a stutter. “I…I mean… I figured out… tequila’s not so bad if you…”

My middle finger found her clit through the lace, pressing just enough to circle slow and firm.

“Atlas.”

The way my name broke out of her…fuck…soft, desperate, almost a moan, shot straight to my cock. Her eyes fluttered shut, lips parted on a shaky exhale, cheeks flushed crimson under the candlelight.

“We shouldn’t…” she whispered, voice trembling with raw need. Fuck… not here… everyone’s right there…”

I knew she was right. Our parents were twenty feet away, smiling for photos. People we knew were everywhere. One wrong move and we were done…I should stop, that’s like a freaking valid reason why I should get my hand off her…But god help me, I couldn’t stop yet.

I pressed harder, rubbing slow, tight circles over her clit through the soaked lace, watching her thighs tremble, watching her try so hard to keep her face neutral while her hips rocked forward in tiny, helpless little movements.

“You’re so fucking wet for me already,” I groaned low against her ear. “Feel that? That’s you dripping through your pretty little panties because you love when I play with your clit in public. You love knowing I could make you come right here, shaking and biting your lip so no one hears you moan my name

Her nails dug into my thigh under the table, hard enough to bruise. A tiny, broken whimper escaped her throat. “Atlas… please… you’re gonna make me…”

I closed my eyes for one brutal second, sucked in a ragged breath, and painfully forced my hand away, slow, torturously slow, letting her feel every millimeter of loss. My fingers came away slick, glistening. I could smell her on my skin, sweet and filthy.

And when I say painfully, I mean fuck, I was throbbing…heart pounding, dick aching, palms sweaty, breath uneven. She had no idea what she was doing to me. Or maybe she did. Hell, she definitely did. That smug little smirk earlier? Yeah, she knew exactly what kind of chaos she was stirring.

Emery stood, muttering something about needing air. Her fingers brushed my shoulder as she passed behind me, like a final tease, like she knew damn well I’d be watching her leave,

And I did.

Every damn step.

The moment she disappeared, I slouched in my chair and ran a and through my hair. Took a long sip of my drink and tried to act cool, but my leg was bouncing under the table like it had a mind of its own. Five minutes passed.

Longest. Five. Minutes. Of. My. Life.

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