PRETTY

She had her hair down, set free from its usual tight bindings. It was longer than he suspected, flowing over the tops of her unencumbered breasts. Her fingers were long and slender, her waistline and hips in the shape of a vase. She was robust like Aphrodite, waiting for him on a cloud.

Elena said nothing as she came to him, sitting on the side of the bed. Her hand crawled toward him, resting it against his wrist.

“Marigold is asleep,” she whispered. “when I came in here, I wanted to make sure to ask you a vital question.”

His cock rose to attention beneath the covers. He slept naked, so it pushed up against the comforter that covered him. It was titillating, knowing there was but a single boundary left between their completely naked bodies.

He focused on her, her dazzling eyes looking over the seductive tilts of her eyelids.

“Ask me,” he murmured.

She hesitated for a moment, then her voice returned to its husky, jazz tongue lilt.

“Do you like me?”

Atlas chuckled. As he did, he ripped