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Trope: Forbidden/ Virgin Hero / Female Dominant / Seduction / Age Gap adjacent / Obsession/ corruption kinkContent Warning: Female dominant, voyeurism, corruption kink. SYNOPSIS: Joe is a campus god—6'0" of Nordic muscle and ice-blue eyes. The world sees a cold, untouchable playboy. But it’s a lie. Behind the mask, Joe is a twenty-year-old virgin with crippling anxiety, hiding a secret that would ruin his reputation.Maryse had been watching him long enough to see through every inch of it. When she catches him peeking, she decides she is going to be the first to unwrap him. She’ll be his first everything: the woman who teaches him how to touch, how to pleasure, and how to submit. CHAPTER 1: THE BIG BLONDE PROJECT"Seriously, Maryse? Give me five minutes. That’s all I’m asking for."I leaned back against the sticky leather sofa of the frat house, swirling the whiskey in my plastic cup. The guy was an offensive lineman with breath that smelled like cheap tequila and desperation.

Joe’s POVThe guest room door was locked, but I still felt naked.I leaned against the wood, my chest heaving, the image of Maryse in that bathroom doorway burned into the back of my eyelids. Every time I blinked, I saw the curve of her waist, the way her breasts swayed when she reached for her hair, and that low, guttural moan of a stretch.I was a creep. A pathetic, voyeuristic piece of shit.But my body didn't care about my morals. My joggers were tented so tightly that it was painful. I stumbled toward the bed, my hands shaking as I fumbled with my waistband. The second I touched myself, I let out a sound that was half-sob, half-growl.“Stop,” I told myself, and stroked upward.I collapsed onto the edge of the mattress, my head falling back. I closed my eyes, and I was back in that hallway. I wasn't just watching; in my head, I was stepping into the steam. I imagined my large, call

Watching him struggle was the most intoxicating thing I’d ever seen.Joe’s face was the color of a stoplight, his jaw working around words that kept rearranging themselves before he could get them out. “She... she was a wild one, Maryse,” he choked out, thrusting into my palm. “I’m used to... to being the one in charge.”Joe was still trying to play the part, his chest heaving as he leaned against the brick of the restroom stall, stammering through some bullshit story about a girl he’d met over the summer. My hand was wrapped around his length… warm, heavy, and pulsing like a trapped heart… and every time my thumb grazed his tip, his words died in a pathetic little hitch.I smiled, my own heart hammering against my ribs. The lie was so transparent, so adorable, that a wave of heat flooded my core, making my lace panties feel heavy and damp. I leaned in, catching the scent of

After my bath, I stood in my own bedroom for five minutes, staring at my reflection, shocked that my hands were actually shaking. It was a foreign sensation; I was the one who held the strings, but the thought of the raw, unrefined potential that was Joe Spouse waiting just down the hall had my pulse hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird.I went inside, sat on the edge of my bed, and breathed slowly until my pulse settled into something reasonable.Then I stood, shook my hair loose, and pulled my silk robe over my naked body, tying it loosely at the waist. I looked at myself in the mirror for a moment.“Calm the fuck down,” I told my reflection.I smoothed the black silk slip over my hips, the fabric

Joe’s POVThe sound of the front door opening at seven in the evening was like a gunshot to my heart, but having spent the entire day fucking, my brain was having a hard time booting. I had cum so many times that my balls felt like squeezed oranges.I turned and cuddled her closer, satisfaction humming in my bones as her soft warmth and the scent of her hair soothed me. I never want to leave this moment. Then my eyes shot open when the sound finally registered in my brain. The door!!I sat up so fast that Maryse's head dropped to the mattress, and her eyes flew open instantly, sharp and alert in a way that told me she had been a lighter sleeper than she had let on.“Why?” she grumb