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stood, pulling Jac to her feet, then strode back to the fire. They’d no more reached the area, when Ares untied his loincloth and the material dropped to the ground. Jac’s heart skidded to a halt.
    Good lord where does he think he is going to put that?
    Jac’s eyes practically bugged out of her head. She licked her lips and felt her clit twitch. He stepped forward and grabbed her t-shirt with both hands. With a quick flick of his wrist her shirt was off her body and floating to the ground. Jac’s nipples stiffened under his intense gaze, engorging to the point of pain. His fingers immediately moved to her shorts, but fumbled with the clasp, his movements growing frantic, if Jac hadn’t stopped him, Ares would have ripped them from her body.
    They stood naked, staring at each other.
    Ares’s body trembled, his muscles flexed. “In all my years of existence, I’ve never seen such a beautiful sight as you have chosen to gift me with tonight.”
    Jac felt heat rush to her face. Good god, I’m blushing .
    “You are most definitely made in the goddess’s form.”
    Butterflies danced in Jac’s belly at Ares’s words. I’m acting like such a…such a…girl. Jac needed to bring back the control she was famous for, turn this situation around before she got so mixed up, she wouldn’t be able to find her way out of these emotions without breadcrumbs. It would kill the mood, but the subject needed to be brought up before they went any further.
    “I’ve got a condom in my pocket, let me get it.” Jac dug through her pants pocket until she encountered latex. Glancing at Ares, her fingers trembled as she pulled the prophylactic out and opened the packet. Her eyes went to the condom to his penis and back. Dread filled her. There was no way in hell the rubber would fit over that monster instrument of his and this was the biggest one on the market. They wouldn’t be able to have sex.
    Damn it.
    Damn it.
    Damn it.
    Jac’s pussy creamed in protest. This isn’t fair. She wanted to stomp, sulk, throw herself onto the ground and refuse to breathe until she got her way. But Jac knew that would be pointless. Her eyes locked with his.
    “Houston, we have a problem,” Jac said, hoping humor would lessen the blow.
    Ares’s brows furrowed. “I no not why you insist on calling me by every name but my own.” He shook his head. “My name is Ares.”
    “I know what your name is Tarzan. I’m trying to tell you it’s not going to happen.”
    “What?” Ares crossed his arms.
    Jac put her hands on her hips, the condom tucked in her right palm. “Do I have to spell it out for you?”
    He cocked his head to the side as if to say I’m listening, go ahead.
    “The condom isn’t going to fit your…’ah, um,’ considerable assets.” Jac nodded, indicating she referred to his staff.
    Ares glanced down at his thick shaft and back at Jac. “What is a condom?”
    Jac cracked up. She couldn’t help it. She’d heard a lot of excuses why guys didn’t want to wear a rubber, but asking what one was—well, a new one.
    “Ignorance isn’t going to work.” She choked back a sarcastic laugh.
    Ares pointed to Jac’s right hand. “Are you referring to that strange substance in your hand?”
    She nodded.
    “What were you planning on doing with that?” Confusion shadowed his features.
    Jac stopped laughing and took a serious look at him. He appeared genuinely confused. “You really don’t know what this is for, do you?”
    Ares shook his head, sending his ebony hair sliding over his broad shoulders. “No.”
    She cleared her throat. “You wear one of these over your penis to prevent disease, babies, you name it.”
    Ares looked horrified. “You want me to put that tiny thing over my staff.”
    “Yes.”
    “Absolutely not,” Ares swept a hand through the air to indicate the conversation was over.
    “No condom. No nookie.” Jac glanced at the fire, the conversation beginning to get on her nerves. She wasn’t about to give