His breath caught in his chest as he looked at my smile, not my half-naked self.

"Um...I could use a shower," I told him.

"There's no fuckin' way I'm lettin' you go home to take a fuckin' shower."

That made me laugh a little nervously. "No, I thought I could take one here."

He nodded. "Okay."

"I thought that maybe...you could take one with me?"

He nodded again. "Okay, yeah."

Reaching out, he took my hand and dragged me through another door, which turned out to be the biggest en suite bathroom I'd ever seen.

My jaw dropped. It's fucking awesome in here!

There was a double sink made of some sort of sparkly black rock. The curved long faucets, cabinet handles, and drawers were all shiny chrome. The cabinet beneath was made of what looked like driftwood. A giant bathtub sat in the furthest corner beneath two enormous windows.

I covered my tits now, crossing my arms over them.

"The glass is tinted, Baby Girl. No one can see in," he told me.

Then, he proceeded to pull off his shirt from the back. I loved it when guys did that. Not wanting to get caught staring and drooling, I kept up my inspection.

Even the toilet seat was made of the sparkly black rock-Is it granite?-and the floor was tiled in the same.

Holy crap, the shower is huge!

There was even a bench at one end. I didn't see a showerhead, but three flat and wide chromed fixtures were at the top, hanging about a foot down from the high ceiling.

He was just watching me as I looked around.

Oh, holy shit. Phil's rich, like he has shitloads of money to spend on a luxury bathroom.

Why didn't I realize this before?

Of course he's rich! He's a fucking rock star!

"Kenna?"

His warm deep baritone yanked me out of my reverie.

"Yeah, Phil."

I tore my gaze from the shower and looked at him.

Oh, man, he's beautiful, like incredibly gorgeous. He works out a few times a week, my ass! That kind of body doesn't happen unless it's worked daily. And I'm about to see the bottom half, too!

"I'm about to see you naked," I blurted. In complete embarrassment, I covered my mouth with my hand as if I could shove the words back in.

He grinned wickedly, giving me all sorts of dimples. "Yeah, you are. I'm just waitin' for you to stop creamin' over my bathroom first."

My face had to be the color of a sunburn. Heat was pulsing off my cheeks in waves.

"I get to see you naked, too, right?" he asked sweetly.

"I guess so."

"You guess so?"

I nodded.

"You first," he demanded. "I'm not chancin' you takin' one look at me and haulin' ass."

"I wouldn't haul ass," I grumbled. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband and pushed my jeans and underwear over my ass and let it all drop to my feet. My jeans were so loose that I hadn't needed to unbutton them.

I refused to make any sort of eye contact. I was nervous enough as it was.

I heard his sharp intake of breath, and against my screaming brain, I spared him a glance. Phil was staring at me, especially at my shaved crotch.

"Turn around," he commanded silkily.

Stepping out of my clothes, I turned around and heard him gasp.

"Holy. Fuckin'. Shit."

"That bad, huh? Should I get dressed then?"

"I'll beat that perfect ass if you do, Baby Girl. I swear to God, that's the most amazin' ass I've ever laid eyes on."

I did have a big ass. It was really toned, too. Thank you, yoga.

I turned back around to see that he was biting his bottom lip, his nostrils were flared, and his pupils looked dilated, even from this distance.

"Your turn?" I asked shyly.

His hands moved to his belt buckle-a huge silver one with a skull and crossbones on it-and he unbuckled it. His eyes never left mine as he popped open his button and unzipped his fly, and then he bent forward to push his gray Dickies and his boxers to the floor.

Suddenly terrified to look at him, I closed my eyes as he straightened back up.

He's too perfect. His body is the most glorious temple. Once I look at him naked, I'll never be able to look at another man ever again. I'm not sure I'm really ready for- "Woman!" he barked.

I jumped. "Yeah?" I asked, my eyes still closed.

"Why do you keep closin' your eyes?" he demanded in exasperation.

"Because once I look at you, that's it. I'll never be able to look at another man-"

"You ain't ever gonna look at another man anyway. Open your fuckin' eyes."

After another deep breath, I opened my eyes.

Oh my God.

I can't.

I looked up at the ceiling and let out a shaky breath, and then I glanced back down again at the most massive penis I had ever seen before moving my eyes to the really cool bathtub and then back at that monstrosity again.

"You about to have a fit or somethin'?"

Now, I know why he wanted me naked first. I really can't run. He'd catch me before I could get my clothes on, and then- "Holy shit, Phil," I whispered, closing my eyes again.

I heard him move closer to me. I felt the heat of his gorgeous body as his hands came to my shoulders.

"How big is it?" I whispered.

"Big enough."

"Yeah," I breathed.

"Please look at me, Kenna."

I opened my eyes. "Is it really all mine?"

He gave me a startled look.

Bowing my head, I looked at the ginormous appendage. Just...wow.

I'd thought Brian's cock was attractive, but Phil's was...awesome. And it wasn't even fully erect.

Oh, fucking hell. What do I do with that?

"Do you want it?" His voice was husky, maybe even a little uncertain.

"Oh, hells yes," I said, still staring at it. "That's so pretty that it's a bit obscene."

"I don't even know how to respond to that."

"Me neither," I agreed. "Turn around."

He dropped his hands from my shoulders and spun for me.

Oh, man, that ass!

"Okay," I said quietly. "Okay, I'm ready for a shower."

He busted out laughing. "Yeah, all right."

"Will you take your hair down?"

"Sure," he replied. He pulled out the knot before tossing the hair tie onto the sink counter.

Phil's hair, just like the rest of him, was gorgeous. It was a rich dark brown, a bit wavy at the ends, and so thick. It hit him between his shoulder blades and spilled over his shoulders and collarbone. I liked that it naturally parted a bit off center to the left.

"Can I touch it?"

His eyes sparkled, and he grinned as he bowed his head, so I could run my fingers through it.

It's so soft and smells so good.

He took the opportunity to wrap his arms around me, and he pulled all of me into all of him. He was so warm, so hard and satiny. His massive cock pressed into my belly, and I could feel a gentle pulsing coming off of it. His mouth descended and took mine in a kiss that stole the breath from my lungs.

"I'm totally regretting my decision not to fuck you tonight." He groaned, burying his face in my neck and hugging me tight.

"I kind of am, too," I confessed.

"I still want to wait for Friday though."

"Me, too. But at least we know we both want to go through with it."

He snorted with laughter. "'Go through with it? Baby Girl, it ain't gonna be a chore."

"No, it most certainly won't be that."

He let go of me and turned on the shower, the three odd-looking boxes releasing waterfalls.

"Oh, cool!"

"Jump in and try it," he said, grinning.

Water poured onto my head, so thoroughly sluicing down me that I was completely soaked within seconds. When I opened my eyes, Phil was sitting on the bench, leaning his head and shoulders against the wall with his long legs spread and stretched out, as he watched me-with his cock in his hand.

It was such an erotic sight that my crotch turned to hot jelly.

"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," he told me, his huge hand stroking himself nice and slow. A scorching, blazing light filled his hard eyes.

My mouth went dry, and I had to swallow a few times before I could tell him, "I think you're quite beautiful yourself."

"I always think about you when I whack off," he continued. "I've fantasized about you in every way imaginable. And I guess I still will be for the next five days. These last six years, the thought of you has been the only thing that could get me off."

Holy ever-loving...is this for real? Did he really just tell me that?

My nipples grew painfully hard, and the warm liquid his words had produced inside me trickled out a little.

"Do you think about me when-"

"Yes," I blurted. "It's always you. I say your name, too," I confessed in a whisper, feeling my face flush hotly.