CHAPTER TEN

MOLLY

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Despite being late fall, it's a beautiful day in the Hamptons. The entire group decided to do the winery tour with the exception of Addison and Leilani, who stayed behind with the kids.

I loop my arm through Payton's as we wander through the grapevines and listen to the tour guide tell us about this year's harvest.

"But does it taste nice?" Olivia, Fletcher's wife, winks at me as she teases the guy.

"I'm living vicariously through all of you." Payton sighs. "I love this baby already, but damn I want a glass of wine."

"It's worth it." Bella spins on her white sneakers. "While you're pregnant it feels like an eternity, but when you hold that little baby in your arms, nothing compares."

"Not even to a pinot gris?" Payton asks.

We all giggle.

Well not the guys. They're busy looking at something, huddled together a couple of yards away.

"What are they up to?" Harper asks, heading in their direction.

I'd rather not, but everyone follows so I plant on a smile and do the same.

I woke up this morning to find Atlas gone and my body aching in that delicious way that reminds you you've had the best sex of your life.

I slept with Altas.

Goddamn it.

But I can't lie and say it was a mistake because it wasn't. It was amazing, sensual, erotic.

Still, I'm angry with myself for just melting and giving him what he wanted.

I don't regret it. I know I should, but I don't.

His response to rejecting me on his birthday was so damn perfect and I just folded.

What is wrong with me?

But then again, I had no less than three incredible orgasms so how can it be wrong?

I'm glad Atlas left before the house woke up and yet, I felt strange lying there with his scent on my skin, the feel of his cock still within me.

He's barely said a word to me this morning. Which might be a good thing after he put his hand in the small of my back like we were a damn couple.

I felt him freeze.

It was the same moment I did.

The same moment Payton lifted her brows and glanced between us.

Fortunately he caught himself, patted my back, and walked away.

Jesus!

I do feel like a fish out of water here. Since I've been away, Payton's wardrobe has improved. I guess marrying into the fashion mogul's family will make that happen.

I've never met Ward Montgomery, but I will tonight.

All the women are casually dressed, but it's all designer.

Same with the men. Honestly, I feel like I'm walking around inside a real-life fashion magazine with these people while wearing Gap jeans and a Zara top.

Awkward.

They are all welcoming and friendly though. So it's just me feeling out of place. Whether by marriage or birth, all of them are some of the wealthiest people in the country.

I have a six-figure inheritance I've gambled a couple of years of work experience and my future on.

I am not them.

Payton's father is a judge. I can see how she has adjusted to being with Knox far more than someone like me would have.

The other women I'm only just getting to know so I don't know their stories.

Amelia is a Dufort by birth.

Bella is Ward's stepdaughter—Atlas's half-sister —Payton mentioned that her mother was a Kennedy. Of the Kennedy Enterprises wealth. So again, she has blue blood, so to speak.

Me on the other hand. I grew up hearing my parents talking about how they could pay the mortgage and power bill each month.

My grandpa wasn't rich. Mom got the house, and as the only grandchild he left me all his cash.

I'm determined to create my own financial security. If Atlas thinks I'm interested in him because he has a big bank balance ( and cock) he's wrong.

Well, not about the latter but I digress,

My business plan is a ten-year plan. I'm not getting distracted by the charming billionaire who wants to entertain himself with the bridesmaid this weekend.

The truth is, I regret not fucking you. Not just once, but twice. Hell, three times.

If we're counting orgasms, he got his three.

The rest of the weekend is about Payton and seeing her marry the love of her life.

"What are you all looking at?" Payton asks as she places a hand on Knox's broad back.

He turns at the same time Atlas does and our eyes lock. I bite my lip and glance away, nearly cursing as I feel my cheeks heat.

Those eyes.

His bright blue eyes are the same ones that bored down into mine as he slammed inside me. My body was screaming with pleasure I'd never felt before.

He kept asking me how it felt so good, but I have the same damn question.

I feel my core tighten with need and when I glance back, he's still looking at me. This time intensely and his jaw taunt.

"Pétanque," Knox says. "Look at that guy. Useless."

"Can we get a game set up?" Levi asked, pointing across the grounds.

"Stick to football." Hunter slid his hands into his pants. "We'll slaughter you."

Atlas grins, adjusting his sunglasses on his head and lays a hand on Knox's shoulder. "Dufort's vs. Montgomery's. Who's keen?"

"Me."

"Me."

"Me."

Every single male in the group answers almost automatically.

"Here we go." Harper rolls her eyes. "Ladies, let's get a drink and get comfortable."

"I want to play," I say.

"Yeah?" Atlas smirks. "Okay, but you're on the Montgomery team."

I shrug. "Okay."

"Then I'm in too." Payton nods. "There are more Dufort's than us, so you'll need us."

"That's my girl." Knox pulls her against his chest and kisses her.

Atlas studies me and I shiver under his gaze.

What is he thinking?

Is he that competitive that he's concerned I'll lose the game for them, or does he have dirty thoughts in his mind?

I want to know.

But I need to stick with what I said to him last night. What we did was just a one-time thing. It can't happen again.

I don't fit this world and I don't want to get attached to him. I have a feeling I will, and we all know what happens when I fall for a guy.

I get hurt.

No thanks.

"If one of you could follow me, I can get this set up," the guide says.

Atlas drops his glasses and starts walking. When he passes me, he leans down and says, "Let's go."

What?

Almost tripping over my feet I walk with him muttering, "Don't touch me. You almost had everyone talking earlier."

"I'm sorry. That was...an accident."

I shoot him a look.

"Molly," he growls. "Do not walk away or I'm dragging you into the bathroom to fuck you against the wall."

Holy hell.

Heat pooled between my legs, and I feel my body shudder as a moan escapes my lips.

"Jesus, Molly." Atlas groaned. "I need...fuck this."

We step inside the winery office building, and he suddenly drags me aside, telling the guide we'll be using the facilities.

"No problem. Take your time." He smiles, completely unaware of the sexual tension between us.

"Atlas!" I ground out as he pushes open the door to a private hallway. Ignoring me he takes my hand and glances around looking for a door.

Next minute we're inside one of the most luxurious restrooms I've ever seen.

Click.

"Atlas, I—"

His mouth slams down on mine and I hit the wall, gasping, needing, clutching at his navy blue shirt as my eyes close.

Our mouths are ravenous, and we bite and suck at one another like animals.

Yet again this was not my plan but I'm powerless to stop him.

"Undo your jeans." He orders against my mouth.

"No. We need to stop." I gasp placing my hands against his chest—his hard and muscular chest that makes my legs weak.

It's my pathetic attempt at stopping him.

We both know I don't want him to stop.

Instead of being a gentlemen as he keeps claiming, Atlas moans, releases my mouth, moves an inch away, and pops the buttons of my jeans open.

"You're wet." He rasps.

"You don't know that." I try.

He smirks, his eyes dancing with humor and desire. Then he unzips me, slides his hand inside my panties and we both moan as his middle finger glides through my wet folds.

God help me.

"Soaked, baby." His lips press to mine as he watches me. I can hear his own jeans opening but am powerless to do anything as he rubs my sensitive nub.

"Take them off if you want this to be fast, baby."

Baby?

If we take ten hours I don't care. What I need is for him to take care of this burning inside me.

I need his cock.

I wriggle down my jeans as Atlas does the same, then he lifts me up over his hips and props me on top of the counter.

Then sinks deep inside me as we both cry out.

Atlas quickly covers my mouth and smirks. "Quiet, baby."

"Atlas. Oh fuck," I say against his palm as he begins to move again.

Nothing has ever felt this hot, forbidden, naughty, or good.

I am lost to this man.

"Molly. Fuck you feel so good. Lift your top. I want to feel your pretty tits." He growls.

I do as he tells me because I'm pathetically submissive with this man. His dominance sends thrills of seductive arousal through me and I'm unable to do anything but obey.

I grip his shoulders as his body slaps noisily against mine, his hand never moving off my mouth.

"Last time," I say but it comes out more like Wast Fine because of his palm.

"Sure."

Slam.

"Whatever you say."

Slam.

"I'll never touch you again."

Slam.

Fine. I might want him to touch me again and to let him know, I dig my fingers into his back and arch my neck. His mouth clamps onto me like he's a vampire as his final thrust tips us over the edge.

"Yeah. God. Molly. Jesus." Atlas cries.

Pleasure roars through me as he palms the wall above us. I drop my forehead to his chest and cling to him.

I wish he was naked.

I wish I could feel all of him.

I wish I didn't want more of this man, but I do, and I know this is not our last time.

However, I'm viewing whatever this is between us with my eyes wide open. It's not a relationship, it's a weekend fling. At my best friend's wedding.

That no one can ever know about.

"You okay?" Atlas asks, straightening and taking my face as we come down from our orgasms.

"Yes," I whisper. "Atlas, you're crazy."

"You love it." He winks and slides his cock out of me.

I do.

But I smile and divert my eyes. He's way too confident and doesn't need me polishing his ego anymore.

We clean up and redress, and before he unlocks the door, Atlas pulls me against him.

"Just so we're clear, we're doing that again." His voice is a rasp and it sends shivers down my spine.

"Maybe." I smile coyly.

"No maybe. We are. The end." He drops a kiss on my lips and opens the door to peek out, then lets me step ahead of him.

Two steps into the hallway Atlas slaps my bottom playfully.

"Hey," I snap but grin. What the hell, if we are going to do this, I might as well go all in. "You better not let us lose this game. I don't like losing."

Atlas opens the door at the end of the hall, his hand above my head as I glance up at him waiting for his reaction.

"I never lose. Haven't you noticed?"

Then his fingers brush my neck as we step back into the lobby and greet the tour guard waiting for us.

Fine...one weekend.