Atlas laughed again. “It’s a little . . . large for just two of us, isn’t it?”
I took a few more steps into the room and still hadn’t reached the giant island in the middle. This was bigger than Cloudy’s kitchen, and I’d thought that room was huge.
In fact, Atlas’s clothes only took up a small corner in the closet. I knew he had more to pack up at his house in Gomillion, but I doubted we would fill up half of these bars and shelves between the two of us. Even the shoe racks, which took up most of a wall to my left, held space for dozens of shoes.
“Looks like I have room to expand my clothing collection.” My head swiveled to look at Atlas, who was smirking as he continued. “We might even have to upgrade some of your wardrobe. If you want, of course.”
My mouth was still open. I was having a hard time wrapping my brain around all this luxury, all this space. “Are you sure,Daddy? This is your money, your place. I don’t even have a job yet.”
Atlas tucked his hand in the crook of my arm. “You will, boy—of that, I have no doubt. Let me take care of us for a bit until you figure everything out.” He hummed. “Actually, it might be fun for you to play house husband for a while.”
He tapped his chin, and I laughed, though the word “husband” sent sparks down my spine in the best way. “Maybe,” I conceded, lifting an eyebrow in jest. “We’ll have to negotiate the terms of that arrangement.”
Atlas just chuckled. “But of course, boy.”
I spotted my suitcase—on a suitcase rack in the corner, of course, just like in a fancy hotel—and found a pair of clean boxers, joggers, and a T-shirt. I didn’t want to put my travel clothes back on.
Atlas dressed in a matching sweatshirt and joggers in hot pink, the word “bottom” bejeweled on the seat of his pants. I laughed when I saw them, pulling him into me and kissing the top of his head. “I love these, Daddy.”
He grinned up at me. “I thought you would, baby boy. Plus, it’s literally accurate in more ways than one.”
I snickered as Atlas took my hand.
“Now for that tour.”
He pulled me into the living room where we picked up the clothes we’d discarded in our haste to get each other naked. I gasped after I’d deposited them on one of the couches—excuse me, davenports—and looked out the floor-to-ceiling windows that made up an entire wall. The windows were massive, as the ceilings had to be a good fifteen feet or more in here. The view was spectacular, and despite the cloudy day, I could see the city laid out before us, a body of water to the left, and mountains off in the distance, mostly obscured by the clouds.
Atlas pointed at the water. “That’s Elliott Bay. It connects to the Pacific Ocean, so it’s saltwater.” He pointed off to the right. “The Space Needle is over there, a little hard to see from here unless you’re close to the glass, but we’ve got a decent view of it from the office and a great one from our bedroom.”
I nodded, trying to absorb everything. I felt like we were living in the sky.
I took in the rest of the room, from the wall of bookshelves stuffed with books to the cozy-looking fireplace that would be perfect for chilly winter nights and a high-tech entertainment system. Though the davenports were white leather, throw blankets and fluffy pillows abounded, and they looked supremely comfortable.
After a tour of the large chef’s kitchen and dining room with a six-seater wood table, we headed down the hall to see the three bedrooms: a guest suite complete with its own bathroom, an office with room for the second desk I knew we’d need once I got my handyman business underway, and our bedroom. An enormous laundry room and decently-sized half bath sat across the hall from the other rooms.
And the floor-to-ceiling windows in our bedroom showed off the Space Needle perfectly, just like Atlas had said.
Once we were back in the living room, I turned to my Daddy, eyes still wide from everything I’d taken in. “This is . . . this is all for us?”
Atlas nodded, his hands pressed against my chest as he gazed up into my eyes. “Yes, baby. Chase . . . wasmotivatedto bring me into his C-suite.”
I wrapped my arms around his tiny waist. “I can tell. This place is incredible, truly. I’ll have to thank him profusely the next time we see him.”
Atlas smirked. “I’ve already tried; he’s one of the most modest CEOs you’ll ever meet.”
“I’ll still try.”
He reached up to cup my cheek. “Such a good boy.”
Heat flashed through my entire body as lust slammed into me, thickening my cock. As much as I enjoyed the vanilla sex we’d just had—and it was incredible—I needed my Daddy.
Of course, Atlas sensed that. “Oh? Does someone need a reminder that he’s my good boy?”
I nodded quickly. “Yes, Daddy.”
He went up on tiptoes to press his lips to mine. “Strip and kneel beside the bed.”
As I hurried to comply, he disappeared into that massive closet. When he returned, he was tapping what I recognized from searches online as a riding crop against his palm. My eyes shot wide before I yanked off my joggers and boxers and fell to my knees in the plush carpet, turning my gaze to the ground as I settled into the submissive position I’d first shown him all those months ago.
