A/N:

This scene has been (mostly) written when I started writing this book. It's what I had envisioned the night to go down, so basically just a few guidelines for me, before publishing Atlas entirely. So if you're here before finishing the book, I advice you to leave and come back once you finished as it contains spoilers and explanations as to certain ways Atlas acts and reacts throughout the book.

To everyone that has already finished reading, you're very welcome to stay!

Also, please keep in mind that Sierra does not remember this night. So before you ask how Sierra could question certain things throughout the book when, clearly, it's been talked about in this night, that's why.

Another side note: Yes, they're both drunk.

Oh, also; as another extra on top (and an apology for cutting out the good stuff in chapter 1); you'll also find the conversation between Athena and Atlas here. Like, you know, the morning after when Athena went to see why Atlas is late. You're welcome! Haha

Now, lie down, keep your hands on your phones [or not, idc] and enjoy! 🤍

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Why does she have to be so fucking beautiful?

Sierra Bloom is one of the most stunning, gorgeous and beautiful women I have ever laid eyes on. And for some reasons, my drunk ass has a hard time staying away from her.

Not the only thing that's hard right about now.

It's a bad idea. A really fucking bad idea. Walking into her so she'd fall right into my arms was my first mistake. The next, agreeing on taking her to her room.

I don't even fucking know where her room is.

Mistake number three; taking her to mine instead.

She's drunk, for God's sake. Fuck, I am drunk. And still that doesn't stop me from wanting her. And it sure as hell doesn't stop her from wanting me, at least that's what her touchy-ness tells me.

Sierra is feeling up my arm as I walk her up to the elevator. And she's leaning into me, resting her head against my arm when we wait for the elevator to reach my floor.

"Are you sure you don't remember where your room is?" I ask for the second time. Sierra just stands in front of the door to my suite, looking around herself. "Miss Bloom?"

Her head snaps towards me, grinning. "Nope."

I sigh. "I have an extra bedroom, you can sleep there." I unlock the door and gesture for her to step inside first.

Sierra looks around with huge eyes, taking in the suite like she's never stepped foot in one. Perhaps she hasn't. She doesn't make nearly enough money monthly to afford one anyway. Might consider giving her yet another raise.

"This is kind of inappropriate, don't you think, sir?" She looks at me again, dropping her purse. "I don't want to lose my job."

That's the last thing she would lose, even with a fucked up mind I can tell, I'll never get rid of this woman. Ever.

"You would have my termination ready by tomorrow morning," she says, her voice somewhat fear-filled. "You'd probably even hand it to me on a silver platter."

I take a step back, leaning against the wall on the other side of the entryway. For a moment, all I can do is admire her from head to toe. She is stunning. Absolutely breathtaking.

I've never been into blondes. My best friend being one kind of always scared me away from those. Blondes are bad-shit crazy. But fuck, Sierra Bloom gets me hard by just looking at me.

The second she walked into my office building for her interview, I knew she'd be trouble. I knew she'd eventually get me this far, wanting to break my own rules. But Athena said she'd be good for my company, said my employees could use her freshness.

They did need her freshness, her giggly-ness and all the sunshine she brings. It's ridiculous how much more work my employees get done when the building isn't just dark clouds and rain.

And the goddamn cookies she brings in every Monday morning...I doubt anyone ever really got to try them because I'm the first to snatch them. I don't even like sugar.

Anyway, for now, I just want her to have a safe place to spend the night since she can't remember her room number.

Well, fucking her would also be great, I'm not going to lie.

"I have it done already," I lie. Let's be honest here, she could break all the rules in the book and I'd rather give her a raise than fire her.

She gasps, flinching slightly.

Fuck, if I had known she'd react like this at my lame attempt of a joke, I wouldn't even have tried.

"I'm not going to fire you, Ms. Bloom. Not yet anyway." Not ever. "It's just one night, Ms. Bloom. You're drunk and I would never forgive myself if anything happened to you. I'm only providing you with a safe place to stay. Nothing is going to happen between us." Despite what I said downstairs.

Yes. I want to fuck her. So bad. More than I've ever wanted to fuck anyone.

But I can't. She's my employee, and I have a rule that forbids colleagues to enter any kind of relationship. There's no special treatment for me. Though, I did start working on a special contract a couple of weeks ago. Because of fucking Sierra Bloom.

I think I might be hallucinating right now, because the second my eyes are back on Sierra's, she licks her lips and hooks a finger underneath the strap of her dress, slides her hands to the back of her neck and pulls on one of the ends. The top of her dress falls, slowly, centimetre by centimetre, inching further south until it exposes her breasts.

Sucking in a sharp breath, I force my eyes to look anywhere but her perfect fucking boobs. Even though I keep repeating to myself that I have to keep my eyes locked with hers, all mine do is snap down to her breasts with every goddamn blink.

I can feel my dick press against my suit pants, begging me to let it out. It's awfully painful. I can't remember the last time I was this hard, dying to get inside of a woman I basically just met.

Her boobs are perfect. I think I mentioned this before. I don't care, I'll say it again.

They're round, not too saggy but not too pointy either. They're a great handful, shaped like they belong in my hands. And I promise you, if I touched her right now, my hands would agree.

Her nipples are pink and hard, begging for my tongue to lick them, me to suck on them while I pound deep inside of her.

Fuck. I'm going insane here.

This is what I get for being an asshole to everyone that's human. A gorgeous, perfect woman in my hotel room and I am not allowed to touch her, to please her.

"Let me show you your room so you can change. You can borrow a shirt of mine for the night," I say, needing two attempts before the words even leave my mouth.

She shakes her head, taking a step closer to me. I take another back. "You need to cover up, Ms. Bloom," I tell her. "I've been attracted to you for quite some time. I promised I wouldn't let anything happen between the both of us, but if you keep on undressing for my eyes to see...this will end with me inside of you."

She smiles mischievously, taking another step forward. "Perhaps this is exactly what I want."

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I close the space between us, grasping her by her waist only to pull her into my body. I lift her up, walk the two steps before I sit her down on the half cupboard behind her, still in the entryway.

Sierra's thighs parts, allowing me to stand between them. My hands lie on the small of her back as I'm still unsure whether or not I should touch her anywhere else. Because once I do, it's over.

"Last chance, Sierra," I warn, giving her another second to tell me to back off otherwise my lips will be pressed to hers. And I suppose we can all agree that kissing her will go way beyond kissing.

"Mr. Storm?"

"Atlas." If we're going to do this, she should at least use my first name.

Sierra looks a little...terrified. Turned on, but afraid anyway.

The last time I saw this look on a woman's face before sex was in college, right before I took this girl's virginity.

But Sierra can't possibly still be a virgin, right? Not a single soul out there is ready to have a ONS with their boss, right? That would be absurd.

And yet I can't stop myself from asking. "You've had sex before, didn't you?" I am a straight-forward guy, even more so when under the influence of alcohol, but that was even a little too much for me.

Sierra cringes at my words, nodding quickly. "No, yes. Of course."

"What, no or yes?"

"Yes!" she blurts out, then sighs as she drops her forehead to my shoulder. "It's complicated. And hook-ups aren't normally my thing."

How the fuck is that complicated? Like, I know virginity is a stupid made-up concept, but even so, she doesn't make much sense right now.

"You know, I can just show you to your room and we'll forget this ever happened," I suggest. I don't want to forget her boobs though. I don't think I ever will.

Sierra sits up straight, shaking her head at me. "I want this, Atlas," she says. Fuck, my name coming from her mouth sounds a million times better than anything I've ever heard in my life. "I just think I'm allergic to latex?"

"Is that a question?"

"Kind of." Our gazes meet again, something mixed with embarrassment shining in her beautiful eyes. I don't want her to be embarrassed. "I really don't know. I kind of had this rash the last time I've had sex but that might very well have come from something else."

"A rash? Like an STDs kind of rash?"

"More like an I-wasn't-turned-on-and-he-fucked-me-anyway kind of rash." A single tear runs down her cheek, and I think my heart might've just dropped right out of my body. "Oh, wow. Okay," she chuckles awkwardly, wiping away her tear. "Clearly, I do not know how to set the mood. I'm sorry."

"No, I'm sorry for asking." Fuck, did I just apologise? What the hell is happening to me? I don't apologise. Ever.

Sierra lays her hands on my jawline, sending an instant tremor through my body. "Don't be, Atlas. It happened. I'm over it now. Still pressed that the fucker didn't even make me come, but I suppose that just tells me how God awful of a human being he is. So, please, fuck me. Like right now."

I shouldn't. I really fucking shouldn't.

But she's here, begging me to fuck her. And quite frankly, I want to be the one giving her an orgasm. Or two. Or five.

No longer contemplating, I press my lips to her neck, kissing down to her cleavage. It's ridiculous, but I almost come just knowing I will have those perfect fucking tits in my hands in about a second.

And when Sierra moans, I lose my patience entirely.

My hands reach up, taking her tits in my hands. Like predicted, they fit perfectly. So perfect, I'm now more than convinced that they were made just for me.

And trust me, I don't say this easily. I don't say shit like "somethings made for me", but her boobs so totally are.

I kiss up her neck again, sucking and lightly biting only to hear her moan again. I could die hearing that little whimper, and I'd die a happy death, let me tell you.

I'm fucked. So totally fucking fucked.

Then, finally, I press my lips to Sierra's. She has the most softest lips on this planet. I haven't even kissed that many people and still I know.

Sierra tastes like a mixture of alcohol and whatever lipstick tastes like, and yet I find that to be my new favourite flavour.

"Give me your phone," she says rather demanding. "You have internet access, right?"

"Yes?"

"Give me your phone then."

I don't usually give anyone my phone. I mean, not even my siblings or Cody, my best friend, would ever be allowed to even just take a look at my phone. But for some reasons, I just don't care with Sierra.

So, I reach into my pocket, pull out my phone and hand it over to her. She stares at it for a short while, then scrunches up her nose. "Passcode?"

Right. "Twenty-one, zero, two."

She doesn't type it in. Instead, Sierra's eyes snap to mine in what must be horror? But why?

"Why?" she asks, furrowing her eyebrows.

Why? I'm not quite sure. When I was fourteen, I saw this little girl at my best friends house. His cousin, or so he told me.

With all the fucked up things happening in my life at that time, her smile somehow made things seem okay for a second.

She was only nine years old, so I wasn't exactly interested in her much. But I still couldn't stop thinking about the little blonde girl sitting on the kitchen floor with teary eyes, smiling up at me like her aunt didn't just die that day.

Unfortunately, I never saw her again. And yet, her smile never left my mind.

Cody eventually told me her birthday, not so much to tell me. He said he was busy because it was his cousins birthday that one time I asked if he wanted to check out some bars nearby.

And since that smile has been so burnt into my mind, I thought, why not make her birthday my passcode? It's sick, I know. But, hey, at least nobody could ever get access to my phone.

"No reason. Just a combination I found fitting," I lie.

Man. I'm supposed to fuck Sierra, not discuss shit like this.

"That's my birthday," she laughs, making my heart stop for a second.

"Is it?" She nods. "Hey, do you have a cousin named Cody?" I mean, their last names are the same, so it's possible, right?

"No," she laughs, again. "Anyway, enough of that." She types something into my phone, and a minute later, she turns it around, showing me a goddamn porn website.

What the fuck is happening?

"Let's not do this the boring way, okay?" she says, tapping on some forty minutes long video. "I bet you can't make me come more often than the guy does her."

I've done a lot of shit in my life. I've done a lot of women in my life, too. And yet none of them has ever said anything remotely close to this.

And fuck the things it does to me.

"What if I can?" I ignore whatever they talk about in the video, solely focusing on Sierra.

She lays the phone down beside her, sliding her hands over my chest before pushing off my suit jacket from my shoulders and letting it slide down my arms. "You decide. You want a blowjob? You got it. Fuck another time? Fine with me then, obviously."

Another time? Fuck, yes.

"Alright."

I can feel my breathing getting heavier as Sierra starts to unbutton my dress-shirt. As soon as the shirt is opened, my lips are back on hers, my hands sliding up her thighs, finding underneath her dress and right over to her ass.

Sierra moans into my mouth, and I swallow up every single sound she makes. They're mine now. All of them.

If she ever so much to thinks about wanting another man—woah there, Atlas. What the fuck?

One of my hands finds to her pussy, pushing her panties aside to feel her wetness on the tips of my fingers. She's fucking soaked, and I love it.

Sliding my fingers from her opening to her clit, I can feel her squirm, her head falling back in her neck. "Atlas," she moans, her eyes closing.

"You're so wet for me, sweetheart." I push one finger inside of her, well, the tip of one finger, withdrawing a moment later when she moves her hips.

Sierra's mouth opens a little when I stroke my drenched finger up her pussy, spreading her wetness around.

I kiss her again. And again. And again. Not ever wanting to stop. She moans into my mouth when I push two fingers inside her, curling them up. "Anyone ever tell you how hot you are, making all these noises?"

I check the video, finding that guy on his knees in front of the couch, eating his girl's pussy.

So, I pull my fingers out of Sierra only to push them back inside, twisting and massaging her g-spot while I bring my thumb to her clit, teasing her, rubbing and drawing small circles on it.

Next thing I do, I bring my mouth to her boobs, capturing one of her nipples, licking it before sucking on it. I can now officially say; they not only fit into my hands perfectly, my mouth totally loves the taste of her skin as well. And the little shiver she does when my tongue glides over her nipple? Totally fucking love it.

"Atlas, please," she whimpers, leaning her back against the wall. Her hands find into my hair, scratching my scalp then tugging on my hair when I move over to the other boob.

Again, I lick the nipple first, then suck on it while using my free hand to pinch the nipple that's free from my mouth between my fingers. She groans, and I'm pretty sure her eyes close.

"So—" I plant a kiss right between her breasts, silently thanking every supernatural being out there that somehow lead my way to this perfection of woman. "Fucking—" I kiss her ribcage. "Hot." Our lips reconnect.

She's panting, gasping for air when I push a third finger inside of her. Suddenly, she starts to clench around my fingers, and I have to refrain from smiling when she moans out my name again, her legs shaking before her body tenses and goes limp.

Again, I check the video. That woman didn't even reach her first orgasm yet. Amateurs.

"Take the phone," I tell her and she does at the same time as I pick her up.

I carry Sierra over into the master bedroom, and set her down on the floor right in front of the bed. Taking the phone from her, I throw it on the bed, not even caring if it would bounce off and fall down.

In less than a minute, I have her undressed completely. Sierra's clothes now spread all over my room, but I really couldn't care any less.

She's completely exposed to me now, and all I can think about is how beautiful she is. And she truly is.

I could get lost in her eyes, now imagine what it feels like seeing her naked for the first time. Still prefer her eyes, but fuck. Sierra Bloom naked is about a 1000/10.

I push her down to sit on the bed, and when she leans back, only holding herself up by her arms, I kneel down and spread her legs.

As my eyes land on her glistening pussy, I'm pretty sure I almost die.

Lowering my face between her legs as I kneel in front of the bed, I blow some air on her clit, watching Sierra shiver. I don't quite touch her yet, but when she lifts her hips, showing me what she wants, I simply cannot not oblige.

Lifting her legs over my shoulders, I lick up her pussy, starting at her entrance, up to her clit where I circle it with my tongue before closing my lips around it and sucking lightly at first.

"Fuck, Atlas," she cries out, her back arching, pressing her perfect fucking tits into the air.

I suck on her clit a little harder, release it and rub my tongue over her sensitive skin over and over again. She tries to move her hips, but it's useless because I keep pushing them down.

"I fucking love your pussy," I mumble against her skin, meaning every word that leaves my mouth. She moans in response, bringing her hands into my hair, tugging on the strands.

This woman is mine now, I don't care what anyone else has to say.