"Well then who am I to argue with you?" Atlas grinned, moving his hands back down to her bum. He cupped her arse in his large hands and lifted her up so that their faces were level and he could kiss her more easily. Then he tools few steps back and sat on the bench in the hot tub, Minerva sitting in his lap.
The hot water swirling around them and the feel of her in his lap was getting to him, and he could feel his borrowed trunks getting tighter. His hands roaming over her back, he kissed at her jaw and neck, nipping gently at her skin, but not enough to leave a mark. She wasn't his, and he felt no reason to mark her as such.