Her scalp tingling, Titus Zane quickly compromised.
"Help, I’ll help, put me down, put me down now..."
She did not want to be forced by him here, and in such an embarrassing position, no less.
In her tension, Titus Zane didn’t even realize that she wasn’t at all repulsed by this man.
Watching his erectness pressing against her, she did not, unlike before, feel the disgust that would send her running to the bathroom to vomit.
The man’s dark eyes held an obvious laugh, like the stars in the night sky, twinkling.
His handsome face lightly pressed down, his thin lips covering Titus Zane’s rosy lips, nibbling gently as he sucked.
Giving Nathan Moore a fierce glare, Titus Zane’s slender fingers reluctantly started moving.
"Mmm... tighten it a little more..."
A humming sound carried an unquestionable command.
"What a hassle!" Titus Zane complained disdainfully. Eager to get him off quickly, she obediently tightened her fingers.
The temperature of her palm was hot and firm, but Titus Zane, intent on finishing swiftly, paid it no attention.
"Too tight, loosen it a bit." Lips wandering over her neck, another command came out, his shaky breathing signifying his arousal, his clearly articulated fingers probing beneath the fabric of Titus Zane’s long dress. "Like the tightness here."
An exasperated roar burst beside Nathan Moore’s ear.
"How would I know myself!"
Nathan Moore laughed, his full forehead pressing against hers, his dark eyes curving with his clear amusement.
"I’ll teach you." His clearly articulated fingers covered the back of Titus Zane’s hand, moving together with hers.
Listening to the man’s quick but prolonged breaths, Titus Zane was already losing patience.
The man’s lips and tongue lingered at her nape and neck, a voice imbued with laughter echoing.
"Call my name for five minutes and it’ll be done; don’t call, and I can last for an hour."
Seemingly recalling that Titus Zane wouldn’t willingly call his name, he arrogantly threatened her.
"Pervert!" Titus Zane glared in disgust, but in order to get it over with, she reluctantly called out, "Nathan Moore!"
"The feeling’s not right, there’s no emotion."
Damn, playing hard to get now!
Suppressing her rage, she raised her voice a notch. "Nathan Moore!"
"Is that how you called Logan Ray when you were with him?"
Who knows what goes on in this man’s head, to make such comparisons at a time .
Not wanting to entangle with him any longer, her bosom almost bursting from his kneading.
She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and tried hard to recall every moment with Logan Ray.
A soft murmur slipped from her rosy lips, "Nathan Moore..."
"Hmm, that’s better, drop the surname."
She exhaled a helpless sigh and licked her lips.
"Nathan... Nathan Moore..."
"Good girl," Nathan Moore’s husky voice rose from her collarbone along with his increasingly heavy breathing, "Keep calling, call my name..."
Two minutes later, the man let out a low growl, his handsome face buried in Titus Zane’s shoulder as he gasped for breath.
"So dirty!" Washing the stickiness from her palm under the faucet, Titus Zane couldn’t help but complain out loud.
The man who had just cleaned himself up, seemingly in a good mood, did up his belt, turned around, and pressed his robust chest against Titus Zane’s back. With his articulated fingers, he grabbed her hand and washed it clean under the faucet with her.
Titus Zane turned her gaze to the man clinging to her face, his lips slightly raised, his eyes and brows soft.
"Carry, why did it take you so long to throw away the fruit core?" came Jon’s voice, accompanied by footsteps.
Titus Zane tensed up, having been so focussed on finishing quickly that she’d forgotten...
Her mother and Jon were still sitting in the living room.