Titan’s lips pulled into a wolfish smile. “I won’t ask you to repeat that.”
“Thanks. My mouth really appreciates you.” Mathlin buried his face in his hands. “Oh gods.”
“I won’t ask your mouth to show its appreciation, either,” Titan said, his amusement growing.
“Yeah, who knows what else my mouth would do,” Mathlin mumbled. “Definitely not glue itself to your big round pecs. I think my mouth might have been a barnacle in its past life. It might latch onto your body and never let go.”
A beat passed.
“Wait,” Mathlin whimpered. “Did I really say that?”
“Yes,” Titan said dryly. “But it’s fine. Print a notice before someone else comes in.”
“Urk,” Mathlin said, hurrying over to Titan’s laptop.
Titan joined him behind the desk, telling him which parts of the notice needed a larger font, and which parts needed to be bolded and underlined.
“You can sit down, you know,” Titan said next to him.
“It’s fine. The desk is kind of tall, anyway.” Mathlin was bent over, tapping on the keyboard.
“Don’t mind if I do. Looking at the screen from this high up hurts my neck.” Titan hooked his foot into the chair and dragged it over to himself, sitting down.
“So for this paragraph, do I—” Mathlin looked over his shoulder to gauge his boss’ reaction.
Only to find Titan’s eyes glued to his ass.
Titan snapped his gaze up, a second too late. “You were saying?”
“Did you hear a word of what I said?” Mathlin squeaked, his cheeks growing hot. “Or were you trying to see through my pants? Do you secretly have X-ray vision and you’re actually looking at my hole?”
Those hazel eyes dropped back to Mathlin’s ass briefly, then locked on his face. “No X-ray vision. I checked.”
Mathlin whimpered. “You used my ass to check for X-ray vision? So if you actually had it, you’d see me naked!”
Titan blushed. “I... I was just... estimating your dimensions.”
“Are you trying to say that my ass is big?!”
“No! It’s the perfect size.”
“For what?”
Titan opened his mouth and paused. “I... I shouldn’t say it to you. It would count as harassment.”
“But I’m asking you to tell me.”
The alpha wet his lips. “I was... trying to estimate if something would fit.”
Heat speared through Mathlin’s gut. “Um, fit where?”
“Between your cheeks.”
“Like a hot dog?” Mathlin said. And cringed.
Titan coughed. “Work on the notice, Math.”
“I was! Until I caughtyounot paying attention!”
