Bonus

"Don't. Move." Dr. Ortiz panted. "Fuck. Yes." Bouncing up and down on his cock, she used him for her pleasure, and he let her. God, did he let her. Her breasts jiggled perfectly as her muscles held his manhood in a death grip. She was coming. Grinding her pelvis against, she grabbed his hands and placed them on her breasts, forcing him to squeeze tightly.

"Fuck." Once she came down from her sexual high, Dr. Letty Ortiz tried catching her breath. They didn't have much time. "I'm going to miss this." She breathed.

"Why does it have to stop?"

"You know why."

"Just because I'm graduating today, doesn't mean we have to stop seeing each other."

She stood from his lap, both exhaling as his slipped out of her. She righted her dress and closed her ceremony robe. "You don't need me anymore. I've taught you everything you need to know to do well in this life."

Dominic maneuvered his still hard cock back into his pants and carefully zipped them up.

"That's not true. I still have so much to learn."

"Like what?"

"Like how to get the girl and keep her."

Dr. Ortiz smiled sadly, but said nothing. She wasn't good at expressing her feelings. She would truly miss Dominic. He had turned into one of her best students. All she did was motivate him and prove to him that all he had to do was put his mind to something and he could achieve it. What she hadn't expected, however, was how quickly she'd fall for him. They had a strange connection; as if they'd know each other for decades.

And now, here they were, making love one last time on is graduation day.

"You'll always have a special place in my heart, Dominic, but it's time we both moved on."

The ceremony went off without a hitch. Letty tried her hardest not to scan the crowd and stare directly at Dominic Toretto when she spotted him. Despite the fact that he stared at her the entire time. When they'd locked eyes, his were pleading with her not to do this. Not to break things off. They could make things work. She closed her eyes for a brief moment and when she opened them, he was rubbing his eyes, as if he were trying not to cry.

When he crossed the stage to accept his degree, he shook hands with her but didn't make eye contact. And she felt her heart break just a little.

Still, this was best.

Five hours later…

Letty's home, Calabasas

Letty sat at her kitchen table, a glass of red wine in front of her. She pushed her dark hair away from her face and sighed heavily, her eyes closing briefly. She returned to her task, penning a rough draft of a letter to the Dean of students, requesting a six-month sabbatical. She needed it; wanted it really, so desperately. A new start. A new place to clear her head. Her parents left her a vacation home in Seattle. Letty had always asked them why the hell anyone would vacation in Seattle, but now, it was seemingly perfect. And far enough away from work, from everyone.

From Dom Toretto.

She'd had absolutely no intention on actually falling for a twenty-one-year-old, yet alone one of her students. It had started innocently; he came to her office like he promised. He wanted to do better, and whether or not it was to prove something to her, she didn't know. But he did prove something: he proved that he was brilliant and funny. Not to mention, handsome. Letty wasn't sure when, but she'd fallen for his charm.

The first time they'd slept together, she'd invited him to her home to go over an exam that she knew he could do better on. She was willing to give him a makeup exam. There were two glasses of wine, tejano music (how Letty got anything done), and dim lights. He made her dance bachata with him, in the middle of Letty's dining room. He made her laugh as she fumbled. He made her feel younger. He made her feel like she could do anything. Then he, as the song ended, he pulled her close, arms wrapped around her waist and kissed her.

She told him it would ever happen again.

And then it did.

And before she knew it, she craved his touch and his attention.

Letty was startled out of her reverie when her doorbell rang. She knew it was him. She knew it was going to come to this, an ugly ending. She'd prepared herself for this. So, she answered the door.

"Dom."

"Don't do this, Let."

Sighing, she opened the door wider, allowing him access. "Do what?"

"This. We both know this was more than you're making it out to be." He shut the door behind him and followed her into her kitchen. She sat back down at the table and continued writing.

"Dom, I know."

"So, why do you want to just throw this away? Why do you want to get rid of me?"

Her hand stopped and she turned in her chair. "I'm not. It's not you, it's me. I'm… not cut out for this."

"Cut out for what?"

"To be someone's, I don't know, everything."

"I'm not asking you to be my everything."

"Of course not, because you're young. You have your whole life ahead of you. There will be plenty more women for you to bed before you have to settle down."

"Age is nothing but a number. Not that it matters. You know I love you. You know I'm a fucking puppy dog for you."

"Stop it."

"You stop it."

Letty stood from her chair, grabbing her still-full glass of wine and walked to the kitchen island to pour more into it. Dom stopped her with a hand on hers, gently for such a strong man.

"You don't need liquid courage. It's just me, Let. Come on." He lifted her face until her eyes reached his. "It's just me."

"Jesus, Dominic. This was never supposed to happen."

"But it did. It still is. Otherwise, you wouldn't have let me. Just talk to me."

"I don't know what to say."

He leaned his forehead against hers, sighed and shook his head. "Say what you feel."

"I feel afraid."

"Of me?"

"Of the thought of you waking up one morning and realizing you no longer want me."

Dom pulled her into an embrace. "When are you going to realize that I worship the ground you walk on, Letty Ortiz?"

She shook her head, the movement assaulting Dom's senses with the scent of her hair. "I'm leaving soon."

"Leaving? When? For how long? Where are you going?"

"Seattle. On a six-month sabbatical."

Dom was silent for a few moments.

"How long do I have to pack a bag?"

She pulled back to look into his eyes once again. "What?"

"How. Long. Do I have. To pack a bag?" He repeated the question, slowly. "And you're the one with a doctorate."

"You're insane. You can't just up and leave for six months."

"Why not? I just finished school. Who's to say I won't find any good job prospects in Seattle?"

"It's just that simple for you?"

"It is."

She was in shock. But he seemed to mean every word he was saying. If he could take a chance, she could too.

Right?

"Look, pack for a week. And we'll see how that goes."

"A week? A trial period?"

"Yes."

A smile crossed his face. "I can do that."

His smile was contagious. The corners of her mouth turned upwards. "I'm leaving tomorrow. Four am. It's an eighteen-hour drive."

"I'll be here at three-thirty."

She nodded and Dom kissed her soundly. "I love you, Letty."

"I love you too, Dom."

Reluctantly, he left her, praying that when he came back, early the next morning, that she would still be there.

And Letty, prayed he would be a man of his word and return.

Fin.