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By the time I’m cleaned up and drying off with one of the huge, fluffy white towels, I’ve got it.
I just need to do a little digging. I wrap the towel around my waist and grab my laptop before jumping back on the bed and leaning back against the headboard, one hand propped behind my head while I power it up with the other.
The best way to woo a woman is to know her. Know what she likes, what makes her tick, what her interests are. It gives you an advantage. And right now, I’m willing to grab any advantage I can get. It’s still playing fair. I’m not cheating, after all. No one said anything like this was against the rules. If they didn’t want us knowing anything about the girls in the house, they wouldn’t give us Internet access, right? Right.
So a little insight into Megan’s background only serves to arm me with the things I need to know to make her happy. To make her mine.
Because after that little game she played tonight, I’m only more certain of how badly I want her. She’s fucking amazing. And she may have freaked out just a bit there at the end, but I’ve got this.
All I need to know is a bit more about who Megan is. I dig in, smiling the whole time. Because next time I cum, you better believe Megan’s going to be right there with me, enjoying every second of it.
Megan
Sinking down further into the bubbles filling the huge-ass bathtub, I look around the bathroom, wondering if the cameras will be able to tell if I touch myself right now. Probably. I’m so fucking horny, but I don’t know if I can handle the possibility of someone on the camera crew watching me masturbate. Or worse—what if it gets aired on national television with a little censor square over it? Ugh.
I groan and keep my hands visible above the bubbles. I figured a nice relaxing bath was exactly what I needed to help settle this nervous energy before going to bed. But no. All it’s done is make me even hornier.
Tristan and Madden.
O-M-Fucking-G.
I cannot believe how hot they are. I seriously was almost ready to hand over my v-card right there in the dining room. Just the memory of their huge cocks has my pussy throbbing, begging for attention, begging to be filled for the first time. Everywhere. By both of them. I can just imagine having Madden’s thick cock in my mouth while Tristan rails me from behind. A strangled moan floats out of my throat. Fuck, where’s a vibrator when a girl needs one? Conveniently not in this house.
What if I hadn’t left them when I did and retreated to the safety of my locked bedroom? I could have ruined everything. I sink down under the bubbles, letting the hot water soak into my hair. Hopefully all the way into my horny brain to clean out all the dirty thoughts I’m having.
But nope. When I resurface, I’m still just as conflicted.
Come on, Megan, be smart. You aren’t some dumb virgin bimbo like those other girls. They’re gone. You’re here. Just look at what you’d be giving up.
Not only is there prize money involved, but this apartment is part of the deal. If I win this thing, all this insanely over the top luxury will be mine. Mine. A fucking ten-person marble bath with a rain shower ceiling? It’s almost too much to hope for. But I’ve made it this far. I can’t toss it all away now because I’m hot for Tristan and Madden.
I’m going to turn into a shriveled raisin if I don’t get out of this water soon, so I climb from the bathtub and wrap a thick, fluffy robe around myself and stand in front of the mirror.
“You can do this, Megan. You’ve got this. Only one more week. You can resist them.” I nod at myself in the mirror, but I don’t think I look very convinced. “Just because they’re the hottest men you’ve ever seen doesn’t mean you have to have them. Be strong.”
“That’s right, girlfriend. Be strong.”
I nearly jump out of my skin at the sound of the voice, and I whirl around, my hand at my throat.
“God, Maya, you scared me to death.” That girl, sneaking around this house like that. Such a creeper. But I love her. “Don’t you think you should announce yourself or something?”
She shakes her head and shuts the door to the bathroom behind her. “I don’t want people trying to listen.”
I arch an eyebrow and point to the cameras. “Hello? Reality show? Nothing is private.”
“The bathrooms aren’t wired for sound, Megan. They’re the only rooms in the whole apartment where we can’t be heard.” She comes closer and lowers her voice. “Though the ones in your room can still pick up our voices if we aren’t quiet.”
I eye her dubiously. “Why are you being secretive?”
?
??I want to see how you’re holding up. That was a pretty risky little game you played just now.” Her twinkling eyes and smirk give her away, though. She’s not upset.
“It’ll make damn good TV, right?” I say with a grin, trying to think of something—anything—other than Tristan and Madden’s sexy as fuck bodies. “But shit, Maya. That was really close. I’m torn. Like really, truly torn. I want them,” I admit. “But I also want to win.”
Maya grips my arms. “Be strong, Megan. No guy, no matter how sexy or gorgeous or perfect they seem, is worth giving this up.” She gestures around the bathroom, indicating that she’s talking about the apartment. The grand prize.
I sigh. “I know that, logically. But it’s kind of hard to think logically with two huge cocks staring you in the face.”
