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covered.”
    “Okay.” JoJo nods, relief flooding her face. Oh, this girl is more than ready to get dirty with me. “It’s just, I’m not on the pill.”
    “It’s okay, here, let’s dry you off.” I take a towel and run it over her shoulders, drying her off quickly. Her creamy skin is warm from the hot shower. Her long red hair hangs down her back, water dripping off the tips to make a puddle of water at her feet.
    JoJo’s body would make other women crumble, and she isn’t like most women who know how attractive they are. JoJo is almost ... innocent. But I don’t know how that’s fucking possible. She gives off this sense of strength, like no one can mess with her. Like there’s no reason to even try. If she doesn’t want something, she’ll let you know.
    But I swear she’s acting like she’s never had sex with a stranger.
    Well, maybe she hasn’t.
    Thank God she wants my cock right now, because I swear I’m never this spun up for a woman. And my hungry cock is throbbing to get inside her tight little pussy. I grab a condom from my shorts pocket; thankfully, the foil wrapper kept it dry.
    “You always keep condoms in your pocket when you work out?”
    “Hey, I’m an opportunist,” I tell her.
    She blushes and licks her lips. Fuck, this girl likes opportunities, too.
    I lift her again at the waist and her legs find their way around me, her arms wrap around my neck. She kisses my ear gingerly, then meets my eye to make sure I like it.
    Oh, fuck yeah, I like it. She can slide her tongue across my body anywhere she likes.
    The couch is around the corner, just like she said, and I sit down, with her in my lap. Her naked flesh sinks into me, and her soft skin keeps my cock alive and revved up.
    The lights aren’t as bright back here, and it’s nothing like the guys locker room. No sweaty clothes or crusty towels litter the floor; this place is nice and tidy. But still, no frills. This is a barebones locker room, and as far as I know JoJo is the only female who works out here.
    JoJo doesn’t seem like a frills girl at all. Shit, she was out in the gym kicking my ass for the better part of the day.
    “So you’ve never had sex in the girl’s locker room?” she asks, pulling back to look at me.
    I don’t think she knows how fucking hard it is to concentrate on her words when all I can think about is her warm body pressed tight against mine. Our noses nearly touch. God, I want to devour her.
    “Never in this girl’s locker room,” I admit, smiling. “But I grew up playing football and baseball—a Midwest boy, born and raised. I’ve taken cheerleaders in a locker room plenty of times.”
    “Plural? So, lots of locker room threesomes?” she asks, smirking,
    “Hey, my motto is ‘the more the merrier.’”
    “Will I be enough for you, then?”
    “Oh, baby, you are more than enough.”
    She bites her lip, hesitating, then leans in and kisses me again. Our mouths collide and create a spark that causes me to run my hands down her bare back, to her tight little ass. I squeeze her and then move my hands to her front. Her little pussy needs some attention.
    I’ll give it to her.
    “Should I just....” JoJo looks down at my hard cock. I nod, and she takes me in her hands. She moves up and down my shaft; her opening getting nice and wet as she touches me. Oh, hell yeah, this girl needs my cock to fill her up.
    Her soft folds are nice and juicy now, and I’m glad I moved her from the shower so I can have this perfect view of her.
    But I can’t wait any longer. I need her sitting in my lap properly.
    I roll on the condom, and her tits move up and down as she takes in deep breaths.
    “Breathe easy, baby,” I tell her. “You ever fucked a man this big before?”
    “No,” she says, nearly whispering. “But, God, I want to. So bad.”
    She’s nearly panting with desire, and I won’t make her wait any longer.
    I lift her narrow waist, and ease her onto me. Her hand holds my thick rod, leading it