Page 136 of Titus

“Come with me,” she begged, her fingertips pressing hard against my back.

Her body stiffened against me as I moved deeper, claiming more of her and encouraging the release I’d held back longer than I’d believed possible. Her legs fell further apart, giving me permission to take as much of her as I wanted.

My hands pressed into the bed on each side of her as I drove into her one final time, completely losing myself in her. I felt every muscle constrict, then release, tearing through me.

Jesus Christ, I’d never felt this, and I’d had my share of women and orgasms. This was on another dimensional level, and I wasn’t sure I’d ever feel this pleasure or these forceful sensations again.

Cat was still recovering, and all I wanted was to collapse beside her, but what I wanted even more was the aftermath of that fucking orgasm I prayed I would experience with her again.

I smiled when I saw her still panting, licking her lips and touching her nipple. She was still lost in desire but slowly coming down.

Most beautiful damn thing I’d ever seen.

As I lay there, catching my own breath, trying to figure out how this woman could consume my body and soul without even trying… she gently turned to face me. She tucked her head into my bicep and wrapped me beneath one of her legs.

I kept my eyes closed, feeling nothing but tranquility and bliss. That was interrupted when my eyes snapped open to see her gently rolling the condom off me.

“Already cleaning up after the party, I see,” I said in a drunken, lazy tone.

She pressed her lips gently against my chest. “I need to see all of you without anything concealing you.”

“Sounds like I’d better recover quicker than I usually do.” I smiled down at her, kissing the top of her head while gently twisting her hair between my fingers.

She moved herself against my side. “That was incredible, thank you,” she said.

I glanced down, seeing her eyes watching me. “You’re welcome, preciosa, though gratitude isn’t necessary after I experienced an orgasm I never imagined possible.”

She chuckled. “Isn’t that what all men say?”

I inhaled. “I don’t,” I answered honestly. “I have truly never felt that much power, and I swear to God, your five-year streak must’ve merged with my energy or something.”

She laughed again. “Well, it was nothing I’ve ever experienced before either.”

I wanted to ask her about her ex, but with my dick exposed like this and having already met the other side of Catalina, I believed it was more of a breakfast discussion, if anything.

“Why is the yacht here?” she asked, her eyes moving around the room.

“For you,” I answered.

“Me? So you could get laid?” she laughed, propping herself up on one elbow.

“Believe it or not, I did not relocate it for sex. However, knowing what I know now, I can say with one-hundred percent certainty that it would’ve been well worth it if that was the reason.”

“Then why for me?”

I mirrored her, twisting onto my side, facing her, and running my fingertips along her side and over her hip. “I wanted to hire you for my events this summer, and since I knew you wouldn’t be traveling overseas, I felt it was easier to just bring the yacht to you.”

I saw tears well up in her eyes. “No,” she said softly.

“Well, I’m not shocked you don’t want me to hire you, and the first words out of your mouth are another rejection…”

“No,” she laughed as I caught a tear that slipped from the corner of her eye. “Why do you do that for me?”

My expression turned more serious. “Because I’m very familiar with the clients in your line of work. Most of them won’t even be here this summer. If you stay in the States, you’ll be lucky to book one event a month.” I rolled my eyes slightly. “And God knows Christian Jameston still expects his lease payment.”

Christ. Just hearing that bastard’s name leave my mouth after holding her like this felt like poisoning the entire moment.

“Well, I almost broke that lease and moved out,” she said, her expression darkening.