She arched a brow. “I don’t get a say?”
“You have a safeword.”
Chuckling, she allowed him to help her into the car. “So that’s how this works? You get to do anything you want unless I safeword, even take me on dates?”
“I didn’t say anything about a date.” He climbed into the driver’s seat beside her and started the car. “Maybe I’m taking you to Fitte to fuck your ass in front of the whole club.”
Her face paled but she shook it off a moment later. “It’s not allowed. I read the club rules.”
“I’m friends with the owners. They’d just make some popcorn and watch, and maybe lecture me about it later,” he teased. “It’s not the next thing on the agenda, though, so you have a few hours to think about it.”
“You do realize I was supposed to clean my apartment today.” She shook her head. “You’re a bad influence.”
“Are you trying to say I make you dirty?”
“Ha ha,” she said sarcastically. She looked as though she was about to say something else, but he leaned in and kissed her, sliding his hand into the back of her hair and holding her still. The tension that had been simmering between them all day boiled over, and before he knew what he was doing, his hand was up her skirt, playing with her through her panties, and she was making low, needy noises. By the time he pulled away from her, his hard-on was making his jeans uncomfortable.
He really shouldn’t be making things so easy for her. The longer they were together, though, the more time he wanted. This could only be temporary, and it wasn’t real, but she was fun to talk to and flirt with, and she had an interesting take on the world. Although she was careful to gloss over her background, she was a cop, through and through, and he’d bet she was from a cop family, but she was far more open-minded and free-thinking than he would have thought possible.
Atlas called the shop to tell Austin he was leaving for the day, and the kid snickered until he threatened to fire him. Austin didn’t apologize, but did offer to pick up Atlas’s shift the next morning too.
When he got off the phone, Mila raised a brow at him.
“So, what’s your fascination with my ass anyway?” she asked, sounding annoyed and yet still turned on.
“You don’t want to let me fuck you up the ass, and yet you do.”
She opened her mouth to argue, her eyes angry and wild, but said nothing.
“If you choose to have sex with me later, that’s all you’re getting,” he warned.
After a long pause she sighed. “You’re not interested in having me any other way?”
He shifted into drive and pulled away from the curb. “Maybe I’ll use your mouth first.”
“You really know how to make a girl feel special.”
“If that was what you wanted, you wouldn’t keep following me around.”
They parked a few blocks from the new Strip, and he helped her out into the cooling late-afternoon air. She walked beside him, eventually sliding her hand into his, like any real couple on their way to watch the tourists as the tourists watched the hotel attractions.
They ducked into small shops and ate ice cream, and talked about everything and nothing until midnight. When they couldn’t keep their hands off each other a moment longer, he drove them back to Fitte.
Chapter 9
The hotel foyer was empty except for the lone figure at the desk, although the sound of people and a driving baseline drifted out from the club.
Were they going into the club area for a while, or was he taking her straight upstairs? And was he serious about fucking her ass again? Not after the romantic day they’d just spent together, right? He had to be kidding.
She quailed at the thought of him following through with his threat, even though she’d used the memory of the last time to masturbate to. Sometimes more than once in a day. If anyone had ever suggested that she’d let a guy she was investigating use her in the most humiliating ways, she would have decked them. Now it was exactly what she wanted, not that she’d ever admit it.
It was safe to say that her feelings for him were no longer remotely professional.
The thought of going through a disciplinary review, or even losing her job because of this, rankled. She’d worked so hard to keep on the straight and narrow—she’d refused bribes, refused to cover for the guy who was skimming coke from what they had in lockup—hell, she never even left early on a Friday. Yet here she was on a date with Atlas, fully aware and eager that he was going to use her in ways the Mila from a few weeks ago would have mocked.
Every secret judgment she’d passed on the behavior of other cops flashed through her mind, and she felt like the biggest fucking hypocrite on the planet. Even though, in her mind, he was seeming more innocent of direct involvement in the car-theft ring, the possibility it was the family business definitely left this in a gray area.
Atlas slid his hand into her hair and grabbed it close to the scalp. She gasped, and felt her eyes shut.