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“Yeah, quit hitting on my man,” she said with a mock frown.

“For you two, I might consider a threesome,” the photographer teased. “As long as Mr. Football Player here is in the middle.”

I dropped my pants, reminding myself that this was just like being in the locker room and talking to a reporter. Kind of. Violet turned her head, looking out the window, which was probably for the best, given that I was pretty sure if she stared at me too long, I’d pop a hard-on in front of the photographer and his assistant and embarrass myself.

The two scurried around, adjusting lights and taking photos of me in the buff holding a football in front of my junk. I hated this kind of thing and was counting down the minutes until we were done. I hoped to God my family never saw these photos. I’d never live it down.

“Maybe we should try a helmet to cover all that you’re packing,” the photographer teased as he ran a hand over my shoulder and down my chest.

When his fingers hit my waist, Violet strode over to me, grabbed my head, and pulled me down for a quick kiss. She stepped back, a twinkle in her eyes, and called over her shoulder, “Let’s get this photo shoot finished. We have plans.”

We didn’t really, but I was glad to update my schedule for whatever she had in mind. I spent the next forty-five minutes posing and flexing and ignoring the strong innuendos from the photographer. I didn’t know if he was actually attracted to me, or if he was just flirty. Either way, I was comfortable enough in my sexuality that I didn’t mind his obvious admiration, but I did mind being the center of attention.

People staring at me – other than when I was on the football field – made me nervous. I was a painful combination of shy and introverted, with a touch of social phobia, and while I did a better job of hiding it now than I did when I was young, I still hated things like this.

And holding a football in front of my naked dick. That was just weird. But for Violet and her charity, I was willing to embrace the discomfort.

As soon as I finished the photo shoot and was dressed again, Violet grabbed my hand and led me out of the room. Her hand in mine grounded me. We exited into a long, narrow hallway and she pushed me against a wall, crowding close. Lifting to her toes, she brought her face closer to me.

I let her take the lead, opening when she bit my lower lip and thrust her tongue inside my mouth, sliding it against mine. The kiss was over much too soon, and I felt bereft when she pulled away. I gripped her waist, keeping her close.

“What was that?” I asked, mostly out of curiosity. I’d never seen this side of her before.

“I didn’t like seeing someone else hitting on you,” she admitted softly.

A slight flush rose up her cheeks. Thrilled that she cared enough to be jealous, I decided to push her a bit.

“What are you going to do about it?” I asked.

She met my gaze, her expression turning resolute.

“I’m going to take you back to my place and ride your cock until you forget about anyone who isn’t me.”

I was fully erect before she finished her sentence.

“All right then. I’m fully in support of this plan.”

Violet had picked me up for the photo shoot, so I followed her to her SUV and slid into the passenger seat. We rode in silence, both of us lost in our thoughts. After several weeks of seeing Violet, lusting after Violet, dreaming about Violet, knowing that she was finally ready to take things to the next level practically had me jumping her like a horny teenager.

Turns out I wasn’t the only one channeling a horny teenager. The second we cleared the entry to her house Violet started unbuttoning her blouse.

“Get naked. Now.”

She didn’t have to tell me twice. My hands went right to my belt. I followed her up the stairs, both of us shedding clothes as we walked. By the time we got to her bedroom, we were both naked.

I took a quick look around her cozy bedroom, but my Violet was feeling impatient. Shoving at my chest she said, “On your back.”

I moved to the bed, scooching to the center, my cock bobbing. Violet crawled over me, arranging herself on top of me like a blanket, then lowered her head to kiss me. Our mouths met in a frenzy of lips and teeth, both of us desperate for the other one. But when she sat up and started moving down my body to straddle my hips, I grabbed her wrist.

“Wait. My momma always told me that ladies come first.”

She raised one eyebrow. “I’ve met your mother. There’s no way she ever talked to you about sex.”

It was true. My mother was a sweet schoolteacher who didn’t tolerate any “dirty talk” as she called it. I’d never once heard her talk about sex.

“Well, she didn’t tell me that about sex specifically,” I admitted, “but the intent was the same.”

She gave me a stern look that made my cock twitch against her ass.