Atlas cupped my neck with his free hand, leaning down to give me a slow sensual kiss that was over way too soon.
“What’s this?” he said, reaching for something behind me.
“What’s what?”
“Is thisthebath puff?” he asked, dangling the pouf from his claws.
I really regretted telling him that story. Was it gross I hadn’t replaced it?
“Yes. That isthepouf.”
He picked up my body wash, squirted a significant amount on the pouf, and proceeded to scrub himself with it.
“What are you doing?” I asked with a laugh. The sight of him lathering up with a bright pink bath pouf was hilarious.
“When I’m at work tomorrow, I want to smell like you.” He cocked his head, his wet ears flopping to the side.Adorable. “Is that a problem?”
“No.” I mean, my pouf was going to become a giant hairball, but at this point in my relationship with Atlas, I’d accepted all the fur that came with being in a relationship with him. It would be a lifetime of lint rolling, clogged drains, and—
Wait.
A lifetime?
It shook me up how naturally that thought crept in there.
“Good,” he said. “Switch with me.”
I shimmied around him, which was incredibly difficult in my tiny bathtub, letting him rinse under the spray of the shower. The water trickled down his body as he tilted his head toward the showerhead, running his hands through his fur to make sure he rinsed out all the soap. Suds trailed down his chest, over his abs, dripping off the tip of his soft cock as it hung between his legs.
“Tegan,” he said, making me jump.
“Yeah,” I said in a daze.
He tugged me to him, wrapping his arms around me and holding me under the warm water.
“Were you checking me out?” he asked, his voice a rumble against my chest.
“Maybe,” I stammered.
“If you keep staring at me like that, I might just have to take you again.” He grabbed my breast, giving my already-sensitive nipple a little tweak that made my pussy throb.
I reached down for his cock, making a frustrated noise in the back of my throat when he pulled his hips away.
“I thought you said you couldn’t go another round?” He hummed.
“I lied.” I shut off the tap and ripped the shower curtain back. “Now take me to bed.”
He hoisted me into his arms, handling my slick body with ease. “Yes, ma’am.”
I had a feeling it was going to be a long night.
Thirty-Three
Atlas
“Do you think you’ll beable to fit?” Tegan asked with a giggle as I stood beside her crossover SUV. I was so distracted when I grabbed her bag this morning that I hadn’t considered the logistics of my enormous body fitting inside of her car.
I walked around the sleek black vehicle, ducking down to peer inside the compact cabin.
