Atlas (Iron Tzars MC 4 -- A Bones MC Romance) by Marteeka Karland

Author:Marteeka Karland [Karland, Marteeka]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: BIN 010771-03502
Published: 2023-04-15T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Four

Bellarose

Once business was done, there was nothing to do but wait. “This whole fucking affair has been nothing but waiting.” Atlas muttered his disgruntlement as we exited the bathroom. “It’s after midnight. Since we’re not at the party, we need to act like we’re going to bed.”

I nodded. He turned off the music before moving closer to the bed and beckoning me to him. He whipped his shirt over his head and tossed it to the chair where Bozz had planted the camera, then did the same with my shirt. I was so surprised all I could do was gasp. When I went to cover myself, he shook his head as he stripped off his jeans and tossed them too.

Shivering, I followed suit, though he took my jeans from me to do the tossing. I knew he was trying to cover the camera without trying to look like he was trying to cover the camera, so I didn’t protest.

I stood before him in nothing but my underwear. I was highly conscious of my semi-naked state, but also of his. And, I had to face it, the man looked far better naked than I did. Had the situation not been what it was, Atlas was a man I’d be panting after. Tattoos covered his arms and chest. Muscles played with every movement. A light dusting of hair spread from that wide chest, tapering off to a goodie trail leading beneath his boxer briefs. He was as mouthwatering as he was dangerous.

He winced and shook his head slightly. Yeah. I knew what was next. I might sleep in my panties, but definitely not my bra. Acutely aware of the fact that there could be people watching, I took a breath before unfastening my bra and letting it slide down my arms. With a brief glance at Atlas, I handed the flimsy lace garment to him, and he chucked it like he had the other things.

I wasn’t sure I could keep my composure if he found me lacking. Which was entirely possible. I was a nerd. Not an athlete. Though my dad made sure I didn’t take my studies too seriously and made me get up and move, I hated exercise. I wasn’t fat, but I definitely had extra flesh, which included big boobs, hips, and thighs. Not to mention the little stomach pooch I’d sprouted the last few months.

The deep growl coming from him startled me. One look at the hunger in his eyes, and I knew I was in trouble. Mainly because I was certain that look mirrored the one in my own eyes. I’d had one lover in my life, and the sex had been tepid at best. I knew from the kisses Atlas and I had shared that sex with him would be scalding.

But we weren’t doing that. We’d probably share a few more kisses, and we’d certainly share the same bed, but sex was a line neither of us would cross. I’d probably never see Atlas again after this was over, thank God.

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