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His palm was wrapped around something so thick it made my mouth go dry. Tank. Six-eight. Alone in his room upstairs in the clubhouse. Head thrown back. Muscles taut. Sitting on the edge of his bed, working himself like he had all night. The sheer size of him stole my breath. My thighs pressed together on their own. I couldn't look away. Three weeks ago, my sister took my boyfriend. My parents took her side. So I ran. Took a job here to fix bikes. Not to climb stairs that nobody was supposed to climb at that hour. But the gearbox was stuck. I needed him. Nobody at the party knew where he was. His door was half open. I should've left. I should've run. Then my elbow hit the doorframe. The sound echoed. It rattled my skull empty. His eyes snapped open and locked on me—caught in the doorway, heart hammering, terrified. "Come here, Max." My name in his mouth sounded like a command. Like a spell burning through my core. His hand still didn't stop. And my legs already felt weak. ************ "Go home, you have worked too much overtime this week. Have an early night and give that boyfriend of yours an early treat." My boss practically pushed me out the door, a wicked grin on his face. "Okay, okay, I'm going. I'm going. I straddled my bike and started it up. This was going to be a great night. Today was my boyfriend's birthday, and I was going to give him my purity. I was ready to give him my all, my first, my heart, take the big plunge. I felt I was ready. I pulled into the driveway to see my sister's and my boyfriend's cars. I had no idea my sister was coming home today. She was still at college in her final year, though I heard she wasn't doing so well. The poor golden girl has not met up with expectations; not that I was worried. My ex-boyfriend showed up three hours early; we were going out today, but that’s not for a few more hours. What was he doing here already? Walking in the back door, I heard voices and headed towards them; they were in Dad
