One wrong turn, and I stumble into the men’s locker room——face to face with my wildest fantasy.
He’s naked.
Dripping.
Stroking himself under the spray, all smooth muscle and sinful lines, like he was carved just to make women weak.
I should leave.
I should turn away.
But I don’t.
I stand there, heart pounding, thighs pressing together, watching as his hand moves slow and steady, his head tilting back in pleasure.
Next thing I know, I’m against the wall, his hands ...
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One wrong turn, and I stumble into the men’s locker room——face to face with my wildest fantasy.
He’s naked.
Dripping.
Stroking himself under the spray, all smooth muscle and sinful lines, like he was carved just to make women weak.
I should leave.
I should turn away.
But I don’t.
I stand there, heart pounding, thighs pressing together, watching as his hand moves slow and steady, his head tilting back in pleasure.
Next thing I know, I’m against the wall, his hands firm, his body harder.
He doesn’t ask if I want this—he already knows.
One touch. One taste. One filthy, unforgettable session that has nothing to do with fitness.
And I know I’ll be coming back for more.
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