Her friends didn’t help. Over wine-soaked brunches, they’d tease her mercilessly. “Lila, you’re a goddess—why’d you settle for a hobbit?” they’d laugh, tossing their hair and eyeing their own lanky boyfriends. She’d roll her eyes, defend Ethan’s charm, but the words stuck. And then there was the other ache—they’d been trying for a baby for over a year, with no luck. The disappointment was a quiet shadow between them, though Ethan never let it dim his love.

One humid evening, her friend Sasha called with a mischievous lilt in her voice. “Lila, you’ve got to come to this party. It’s exclusive—athletes only, all 6’5” and up. A ‘height party.’ You’ll die when you see them.” Lila hesitated, picturing Ethan’s soft brown eyes, but curiosity—and maybe something darker—won out. “Just for fun,” she told herself, kissing Ethan goodbye as he settled in with a book.

The address led her to a sleek mansion, all glass and sharp angles. When she stepped inside, her breath caught. A dozen men, maybe more, stood around the room—broad-shouldered, chiseled, and towering, each one easily clearing 6’5”. And they were naked. Completely, unapologetically bare. Their eyes locked onto her, hungry and bold, and one of them—a blond giant with a smirk—stepped forward. “You’re overdressed,” he said, voice low and teasing. “Join us.”

Her heart slammed against her ribs. She should’ve left, should’ve run back to Ethan’s safe arms. But the air buzzed with something wild, and her hands moved almost on their own, shedding her dress. The men cheered, circling her, and she’d never felt so alive—electric, desired, free. One by one, they took her, unprotected, their massive frames overwhelming her in waves of heat and abandon. She lost herself in it, every inhibition burned away.

Hours later, breathless and trembling, they asked her to choose. She scanned them, dazed, and pointed to a man with stormy gray eyes and a jaw like granite. The others grinned, grabbing ropes from somewhere she hadn’t noticed. They tied her down, wrists and ankles bound to a plush chaise, and she laughed, exhilarated, as they surrounded her. One by one, the fourteen others finished across her body, her moans echoing through the room. Then her chosen one knelt between her legs, claiming her fully, and she arched into him as he spilled inside her.

A month later, two pink lines stared back at her from the test. Ethan whooped, spinning her around their kitchen, his joy so pure it almost broke her. Nine months later, their son arrived—tan-skinned, with gray eyes and a shock of dark hair, nothing like Ethan’s fair features. Ethan didn’t blink. “He’s perfect,” he whispered, cradling the boy, tears in his eyes. Lila smiled, her secret locked tight behind her lips, a shadow she’d carry alone. She loved Ethan more than ever, but sometimes, in the quiet, she’d close her eyes and feel the weight of giants.

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