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away. What’s left is a massive cock, hard and pointed right at me.
    “Oh my God, McQueen.” I literally have to catch my breath.
    “You like that?” he asks, taking my hand and placing it on his solid shaft.
    “Oh. I like that,” I say, nodding, sounding like an idiot, but also just stunned. I assumed a man like him would have a big cock ... but I don’t think he understands it’s literally the only cock I’ve seen in my life.
    And it’s just making me so horny. It’s so long and hard—and thick, too. As my thumb and forefinger try to circle it, I quickly realize it’s much larger than that. Which leads me to wonder ... how will this fit inside me?
    “Now let’s get you out of those shorts, JoJo. I need to see what I have to work with. Need to see how ready your pussy is for me.”
    I bite my lip, trying not to be a complete cliché, but just hoping he’ll like what he sees. I don’t want him to know I’m a virgin, because I’m scared it would make him hesitate, not wanting to be that guy.
    I take off my shorts and panties. They stick to my thighs because we’re completely wet, and when I try to kick them off I lose my balance and lean into him. He catches me, and suddenly our skin connects, my body is pressed against him, and his cock strains against me. His chest is solid and my breasts are aching to be touched, sucked. Felt.
    I give in, then. To him. To this moment. My first time with a man. With anyone.
    His hands run across my back, and my whole body is full of sensation. The steam evaporating against my slick skin, the rush of lust coursing through my veins. His lips kissing my shoulders, my collar bone, easing lower to my breasts.
    My head falls back as his hands find their way to my breasts. He rolls his thumbs over my nipples; I let out a soft groan, my core ignited. His hands haven’t even run over the length of me.
    Oh, God, how I want them to.
    “You like that?” he asks, his voice soft, but sure. He knows how smooth he is, and I’m so glad I’m with a master charmer, because I don’t need any more asshole men in my life. Right now I need a man who knows what a woman wants.
    “I do,” I pant, not able to say anything more.
    “Good.” McQueen smiles, and for a moment I don’t feel less-than because I’m a woman—like a commodity, a tradable thing. I don’t feel like I have to fight, like I have to prove something. Right here, in McQueen’s arms, I just feel beautiful.
    And I can’t remember ever feeling that way before.
    His hand slides down to my entrance, and I ease my body slightly, giving him access to that prized place, the place no man has ever gone before. His fingers touch my folds and every hair on my body stands on end. It’s electrifying, him touching me ... him so close to what I’ve kept locked away for so long.
    “Oh, baby, you’re so tight.”
    “I know. It’s okay.”
    He nods and turns off the water. “The water will make it harder for me to get in. Let me get you dried off and on your back, then I’ll get your pussy nice and ready for my cock. I don’t want to hurt you.”
    “But I don’t want you to stop.”
    “I won’t baby,” McQueen laughs. “Fuck, I can’t stop this show now, you know that.” He looks down at his hardness, and I swallow, realizing what he means.
    “There’s a couch, around the corner,” I tell him.
    “Shit, you got a couch in the locker room? What’s Kit running here? A hotel?”
    I smile, knowing that couch has proven useful when I’ve needed to nap and didn’t want to go home right after a workout. But I can see how it might have other uses, too.
    “Well, what are we waiting for?” he asks, grabbing a towel from the cart outside the shower and wrapping it around his waist, then handing me one.
    “You have a condom, right?”
    I see his eyebrows rise in surprise.
    Crap.

Chapter Four
    McQUEEN
    “ Y ou’re cute , you know that?” I ask her. Do I have condom? Does she know who I am? Maybe not. “JoJo, I got us