Atticus's POV
Collin wastes no time giving Garcia a chance to reconsider. His strong hands grip her waist, positioning her above my throbbing length. The soft gasp that escapes her lips when my tip brushes against her entrance sends electricity through my entire body. With deliberate slowness, Collin guides her down onto me, inch by torturous inch.
Her palms flatten against my chest as she takes me completely, and the moment I'm fully seated inside her warmth, Collin releases his hold on her hips. My hands find their natural place on her curves, helping her establish a rhythm as she moves up and down my shaft. The sensation is incredible, but it becomes even more intense when I feel Collin's hand slip between our joined bodies.
