Titan had not slept a wink last night. Not even for a minute. The first thing he’d done after Natasha had left was type out an email requesting a replacement. He’d corrected it several times, had hovered over the send button and had finally saved it to draft. It was too late to send a document like that. He’d wait until morning. He’d then lain awake staring at the ceiling. Listening to every tick of his watch. Listening to Natasha tossing and turning in the room next to his.

Titan had warned her. He refused to feel a shred of guilt. He was making the right decision by sending her away. He’d replayed their conversation. The female had interfered. He’d asked her not to, had practically begged her to leave things be, but she couldn’t do it. Why couldn’t she leave well enough alone?

Unable to lie there even a moment longer, he’d showered and gotten ready for the day, a whole hour early. Then he tried to do his tie up. Natasha had tied the thing for him every morning. Each day she told him to pay attention, but each time he could only pay attention to one thing. Her. Her scent. Her warmth being so close to him. Her beauty. How damned sexy she was. Ultimately, he could only pay attention to Natasha, not the goddamned tie. That was why he still didn’t know how to tie the thing.

It was better that she was leaving. A freaking godsend.

He’d grab some coffee and some breakfast, and then he’d send the email. Leaving his blasted tie undone, he stalked out of his room.

Fuck! He almost backtracked but it was too late for that. Natasha had already spotted him. She stopped, standing mid-tiptoe. “Hi … I wanted to put some coffee on.” She wore powder blue shorts ‒ tiny shorts ‒ and a white t-shirt with YOLO across the front, also in powder blue. The shirt was tight. He was fucked if she didn’t look exquisite. Her nipples puckered through the thin fabric. He could make out their darker color through the white. She looked down at her attire, must have tracked his eyes and the fact that they were half out of his skull and all over her.

“Um … I had hoped to get out and back to my room before you woke up. You asked me not to walk around like this anymore and I hadn’t planned on—”

“It’s okay.” His voice was thick. Titan cleared his throat.

“No, really I’ll just go and—” She pointed in the direction of her room.

“It’s okay.”

“Oh.” She sounded defeated. Looked so damned sad. “I get it. It doesn’t matter anymore because I’m leaving so … yeah, well …” She turned towards the counter and got to work getting the coffee going. “I’ll be out of your way in a minute. Less than a minute.”

Titan tried not to look at her ass. So sculpted. Her thighs were … He exhaled noisily.

Natasha glanced at him over her shoulder. Caught him staring at her ass. She frowned and then blushed, looking away. “Can I make you a cup?”

Titan shook his head. “I can make my own coffee.” He couldn’t take his eyes off her. He couldn’t believe she had feelings for him. An amazing female like her actually felt something for someone like him.

“Sure you can.” She stirred her mug and turned, drink in hand. “I’ll just,” she pointed her thumb towards her bedroom again, “get out of your hair.” Then her gaze moved to his tie. The one that hung loose around his neck.

She smiled. It was melancholy. “Still struggling with that tie, I see, even after our lesson yesterday.”

He nodded. “Yeah.”

She chuckled softly. “Who’s going to help you with that when I’m gone?”

He didn’t answer. His throat felt clogged at the thought of her leaving. Of never seeing her again. It was for the best.

“Maybe one more lesson then?” She raised her brows.

He smiled. “Yeah, that would be great.”

Natasha put her mug down and walked over. Not looking. Not looking. It was a mantra he repeated day after day.

“Since this is the last time I’m going to show you, we’d better do a good job of it.” She removed the tie from around his neck and put it on herself. “Are you paying attention?”

Titan nodded. He was paying attention alright.

“First …” Even her voice was sexy. “You…” Titan paid serious attention to how full and soft her breasts looked. Her nipples were tight. Like they wanted to poke holes right through the snug-fitting shirt. Plump, tight little nubs, he could definitely make out their darker coloring against the white. Her hands kept getting in the way, as did the blasted tie as she moved. His mouth fell open. Shit, but she was beautiful.

Then the tie was done. It hung between her lush …

“Should I take you through that one more time?”

“Um … what?” It took a moment to register what she had said. His mind was completely fogged with need. A hunger so great it felt like it was consuming him. His dick pushed against his zipper. At this rate, the metal would leave a deep groove in his flesh.

Natasha giggled. Her eyes shone with amusement. “Shall I show you again?”

Titan shook his head. “No. I … um … Last night you said that you have feelings for me?”

She turned serious, pulling her lip between her teeth. “Yes.” She nodded. “I do. I know we haven’t known each other that long and that …” She stopped talking when he grasped her hip with his hand. So soft. So damned soft.

“You care for me?”

She nodded. “Yeah …” A timid smile. “I do.” No hesitation.

“You care despite what I did and …”

“That one moment doesn’t define you, Titan.” She made a small gasping noise when he grasped her other hip and ushered her towards the counter. Moving until her back touched the cabinets.

“You’re attracted to me.” He looked down at her lips and then back at her beautiful brown eyes.

She swallowed hard and nodded.

“I want you so badly,” he groaned, his voice thick with need.

Natasha reached up and cupped his face, like she had done the night before. Never had a touch felt this good, this right. “I want you too.” A whisper.

He couldn’t though. They couldn’t.

“Sex is good. It’s fine. There’s nothing wrong with two people enjoying being with one another in that way. Exploring.” She put her other hand on his chest and caressed him there.

He had to smile. This female was beyond sweet. Beyond kind. He didn’t deserve her but there was no way he could stop this from happening. It was too late for that. It would be like trying to stop a freight train with your bare hands. Not possible.

“I would love to explore you and have you—” She gasped when he turned her around so that her belly was pressed against the counter.

He pressed himself against her ass. His erection was thick and hard. Her ass was soft and so fucking beautiful. Natasha moaned. He could scent her arousal. “Do you want me inside you?” His voice was a low rasp.

Her breathing had turned a little ragged, her hands were splayed on the counter.

“Is that what you want, Natasha?” he said, when she didn’t respond.

“Yes.” A sob. “I want you, Titan. I have wanted you from the first moment I saw you. Every single day since.”

That’s all he needed to hear. The urgency that rushed through him was almost more than he could take. He put a small space between them. “I won’t hurt you,” he growled as he ripped off her shorts. “Open your legs.”

Natasha did as he said and pushed out her ass. His breath was coming in short rasps. Titan clasped her mound. “So wet,” he whispered, hearing the awe in his own voice.

Natasha sucked in air between clenched teeth. She rocked against his hand, urging him on. He pushed a finger into her welcoming flesh. Just one. She arched against him and groaned. So receptive. His dick throbbed. The zipper bit into him some more.

Titan pumped in and out a few times before adding a second finger. She groaned again, louder this time. He used his thumb and rubbed against her clit in time with each push. Her pussy flooded, becoming slicker. Her groans became more pronounced. Natasha rocked her hips, thrusting against his hand. Her breathing was ragged. “Oh god! Oh!” She thrust faster, harder. “I’m going to … I’m nearly … Oh!!” Her voice was high-pitched. “You should stop.” Very strained. “I’m going to come.” A groan.

“That’s kind of the point,” he ground out, leaning down so that he could say the words directly into her ear. He kept working her clit, thrusting his fingers in and out of her welcoming flesh.

“Oh … Oh!!” She sounded shocked. Her pussy fluttered around his fingers. Titan inserted a third, keeping his ministrations soft and easy. Then Natasha tightened around his hand, she arched back against him. She went from groaning and panting to completely silent for a moment. Then she all-out moaned. Long and deep. Her pussy spasmed. She rocked against him, taking what she needed. Once she was done, he gripped both her hips, steadying her.

“I would like to—”

“Yes!” Her voice was thick with need. “I’m on the pill and yes to everything.” She was panting hard.

Titan ripped the front of his pants open. He bent his knees, crouched over Natasha and entered her snug-as-fuck pussy in one thrust. He growled as his hips hit her ass, as his balls slapped against her. Natasha cried out as he entered her. He could hear her panting. Titan rested his forehead against the back of her head. “You feel so good,” he rasped, his chest expanding and retracting in quick succession.

Natasha mewled, she pushed back against him with her ass. Her hands were still flat on the counter in front of her.

“Please don’t be afraid,” he whispered. His fangs were out. He was sure he looked feral. His eyes might even be red. That’s why he had turned her around. It had been so long. He was so desperate for this female. For Natasha. She was right. He did have feelings for her. He’d tried to ignore them, to pretend they weren’t there but it was impossible.

“I’m not afraid of you, Titan. I want you.” Her voice was pleading. She sounded just as desperate for him as he was for her.

Her pussy fit him like a velvet glove. Wet and so tight that being with her almost hurt. He groaned as he pulled out and then plunged back in. Had to try and go easy. Had to … He bent his knees a little more as he pushed back into her, trying to ease his hold on her hips. Her head was thrown back. He pushed in again and again. Hard and deep. Natasha moaned and groaned and mewled and panted. Her hands tightened against the granite of the counter top. His sacs slapped against her flesh. So hot, so tight, so amazing. Titan stopped moving. He was balls-deep and panting hard, his mouth felt dry. He held her from behind, his body surrounding hers. He forced himself to ease his grip on her hips. His nails had elongated, sharpened up a whole fucking lot. Mustn’t hurt her! His fangs throbbed. His sacs were pulled so tight. His dick throbbed. Everything was wound tight. “I’m going to come,” he ground out. Fuck! He had to hold out. This was about her. Not him. He could wait. He had to try and think about other things. Certainly not about how snug her pussy was or her sweet smile, the color of her eyes when she laughed.

Natasha laughed. It sounded strained. She was also panting hard. “That’s kind of the point.” She pushed her ass up against him.

“Too soon.” He couldn’t seem to catch his breath. “You haven’t—”

“Don’t worry about me just … come …” More wriggling, even more panting. She tightened her inner muscles around him. It felt so damned good. Titan jerked into her with a groan. It had been so long and he was with her. With Natasha.

Titan squeezed his eyes shut as he felt her grip around him tighten. And then he was coming and coming and coming. He roared as pleasure rushed through him. He thrust and jerked and crouched over this female. Natasha. He held onto her like a lifeline. Even after he stopped moving, just feeling her. In awe of how amazing she felt, how amazing she was.

Once he felt somewhat in control, he pulled out and turned her around. Her eyes shone with lust. For him. She smiled sweetly. At him.

“Are you okay? Was I too rough? Let me see your hips. Did I scratch you?”