Page 82 of Avenging Azalea

Pressing myself against the wall, I cursed myself. This was a terrible idea. It was rude and a breach of personal space and was probably against the law. Yet…as a deep guttural groan reached my ears, I turned and looked through the gap.

In all my fantasies, I’d never even come close to the magnificence that was Titus naked. Hard muscle lined his shoulders, arms, and legs. His chest and abs could’ve been on any cover, and my mouth ran dry as the water streamed down his body.

But what stopped me from breathing altogether was when my brain caught up to what I was watching and focused on his hand as it stroked his cock.

“Holy shit,” I whispered, and then covered my mouth.

Hung, like a horse, seemed an appropriate description. Long and hard, Titus could’ve double-fisted himself. One arm was braced against the wall, the flexed muscle showing off each cut line perfectly. Thankfully, he was looking down.

My heart was in my throat, and a throbbing between my thighs had me rubbing them together. Unable to turn away, even though it was the right thing to do, my eyes soaked in the sight of him. Titus groaned again. His hand moved faster, and I bit my lip.

Under my shirt, my fingers grazed over my sensitive nipples. I sucked in a ragged breath, picturing Titus sucking them into his mouth.

“Fuck,” Titus swore, his voice rough and so deep that my body shuddered, wanting him to order me onto the bed and to spread my legs for him. “Fuck yes,” he growled.

On shaky legs, I leaned against the wall. My hand slid down my body and under the waistband of my pants. I softly whimpered as my fingers brushed over my aching clit. I watched his hand, feasting on each stroke as I rubbed in little circles.

“Oh, fuck yes, just like that,” he said. He was still looking down when I glanced at his face. I didn’t know who Titus was thinking about, but I wanted it to be me. “I’m so fucking close,” he said.

Breathing was becoming an issue, and my fingers moved faster as the climax rose. I was hot all over, and my heart was racing out of control.

“Yes, fuck. Yes,” Titus growled, and his entire body flexed hard as he came. As that first jet left his cock, my knees went weak, and the orgasm hit me with a wave of pleasure I’d never experienced before.

I sank to the floor but never looked away, my hand still moving in time with each release that shot from his cock. Titus shuddered and cursed but remained rock-hard. He grabbed the soap and lathered himself. The bubbles slid down his body in tantalizing streams that hypnotized me.

Instead of rinsing and getting out, Titus gripped that hard shaft and started all over again, and lord help me, I wanted to crawl in there with him. Maybe that was crossing the line, but there was nothing in this world that was stopping me from watching him for as long as this show lasted.

Chapter

Twenty-Five

TITUS

Last night had felt so easy and comfortable. I had come down from my shower, ignored my phone all night without any guilt, and eaten dinner with my favorite person. Everything was perfect, right down to Fawn falling asleep ten minutes into the second movie and me taking her up to her room and tucking her into bed. Winston had been a little unsure about me and what was happening, but he was a good boy and followed the girls. The sadness in his eyes reminded me too much of Fawn when I first met her, and I wondered if she saw the same thing.

Shaking the happy thoughts that made me long for a different life, I looked around my new office. The renovations were complete, and I’d even let Levi choose the décor. I’d told him that as long as there were no fluorescent colors, then I didn’t care what he did, but the number of plants in here was making me regret that decision. It was like a jungle.

Someone knocked, drawing me back to the present. I smiled at Nathaniel when he walked in, not waiting for an invitation.

“Hey, brother.”

“Hey, yourself,” he said, looking around. “I’ve got to say that I didn’t expect this.”

Chuckling, I sat down. “Neither did I.”

“You never said, but how did Dimitri take it when you told him you were leaving?”

I shrugged. “About as well as you’d imagine. He hasn’t spoken to me since, which I’m considering a win.”

Nathaniel smirked. “Fair enough. I do like this taupe or grey color. It suits you.” He waved his finger at the wall.

“That is called smoked almond,” I said, making us both laugh. “How’s Savannah?”

“As ornery as a pissed-off badger. She’s bored and hates feeling useless, but I think I’m annoying her more than the whole being shot thing.”

“You think?”

“Okay, I know I am. She ordered me out of the house and told me not to come back for at least twelve hours, or she was going to smother me in the night.”