But Ross was real and so near her now.
And so was the thick, heavy length that now stood between them—unashamed, unapologetic, and utterly impossible to ignore.
Her eyes darted down only for a second, but it was enough.
Her throat went dry.
She had seen porn. Everyone had.
But nothing—nothing—had prepared her for the size, the weight, the sheer presence of him.
The way it stood, bold and heavy in the steam. It wasn't just big. It was monstrous.
If he tried to put that inside me… it would kill me, she thought, horrified at how easily the thought formed in her mind.
Her legs instinctively pressed together beneath the water, a flush blooming high on her cheeks.
She wasn't sure if it was from fear… or something else.
Ross didn't say a word. He didn't need to. He just sat there, as if perfectly aware of the effect he was having on her.
And Tianna—trapped in a situation she could neither control nor escape—clung to what little resolve she had left.
