surprised him by sprinting past, the developed muscles of her bare legs constricting enticingly. His gaze lifted to a high, round ass cloaked in a short jean skirt, and his blood heated. She could owe her body to faithful jogging. More likely, her muscles and the ample breasts filling her knit pink tank top were the result of implantation.
“In a hurry?” Jordan called after her.
“I thought you were.” Danica dropped back to match his reduced pace and gave him an openmouthed smile. “I’m all yours till noon, so anything you want to know”—she looked at his crotch—“don’t be shy about asking.”
The glimpse of her moist pink tongue and the suggestive words would have been enough to have his shaft hardening again after the hellish ride’s deflating effect. The continued ogling of his groin had his cock stiff as a board.
He considered stripping away his suit coat and dress shirt under the pretense he was roasting his ass off—technically not a pretense but a reality he owed to the airport for losing his luggage during flight transfer—and seeing how she responded. Learning she slept with prospective patients in the hopes of ensuring their patronage would be as good of a way to start unveiling the resort as a bad investment as any.
“We have a fully equipped hospital,” Danica said in a voice that sounded both professional and proud, “but the majority of our surgeries are done in ambulatory facilities, which are housed in the same building as the surgeons’ offices for the associated procedure. Using these facilities is one of the ways we’re able to keep our costs substantially lower than most public practices.”
“Should I be worried ambulatory and ambulance sound remarkably similar?”
Her throaty laugh was as unexpected as her appearance—totally enticing, totally dangerous to his mission. “Not at all. Ambulatory means you arrive and leave the facility on the same day. Your phalloplasty surgery…” She sent him another of those damned apologetic looks that made it difficult to remember she was the bad guy, or rather woman. “I didn’t mean to put it into words.”
Jordan sent a pointed look around. The closest person lounged on the front porch chaise of a villa over a hundred feet away. “I don’t think anyone heard.”
“I’ll still be more careful.”
“You said same-day facilities are one of the ways the resort’s able to keep costs down,” he rushed on, needing to get the apologetic look off her face. “What are the others?”
“Unlike a lot of the islands around us, we’re not governed by the United States.”
Now they were getting somewhere. “In other words, you’re able to avoid licensing fees and training staff in the latest procedures.”
Danica stopped walking to shoot him a frosty glare. “All of Private Indulgence’s facilities and staff are accredited and operate under international standards, Mr. Cantrell.” The icy look softened, along with her tone. “The cost of living is simply lower here, which allows us to charge less overall while providing first-rate, state-of-the-art services by top-notch specialists. Many of our procedures are discounted seventy to eighty percent as compared with the national average.”
Well, fuck. Instead of uncovering a skeleton in the resort’s figurative closet, he felt impressed for the second time since meeting her. He couldn’t stop his smile. “I’d prefer you to call me Jordan.”
“Like the almond.” Cheeks gone rosy, she leaned close to release another of those dangerously enticing laughs. “That probably sounded odd.” Her eyes warmed as she confided in a husky whisper, “It’s just that I have a nut fetish.”
2
“As a physician, I have to caution you against doing this,” Danica scolded herself as she adjusted the temperature of the water streaming from her bathtub faucet.
Not only was Lena due over in fifteen minutes to brainstorm fund-raiser ideas to raise money for resort expansion, but Danica would pay hell in the form of back pain for folding her body up like a human pretzel. Climaxing with the aid of a vibrator on the softness of her bed would be so much healthier, but nowhere nearly as enjoyable.
More than feeling good was at stake, she recognized as she stepped into the tub and sank down in the inch of water pooling in the blue porcelain basin. She had to get over her bizarre want for Jordan. From the way he’d accused the resort and its staff of operating below the law to the noteworthy time he’d arrived in her office, he was destined to be trouble.
One quick orgasm and maybe, if their paths happened to cross again, she wouldn’t have to worry over whispering about her nut fetish.
Mortification attempted to surface with the memory of her inappropriate words. It would have been bad saying them to a normal man. It was downright shameful saying them to a man who had issues with his genitalia.
Hopefully Jordan’s nuts worked fine. Even now he could be slipping into the shower of his rental villa on the other side of the resort to treat his balls to a fondling.
The purpose of reclining back on the tub’s molded floor and propping her feet on either side of the chrome faucet head was to expunge her want for Jordan. Instead, as the fast-running water connected with the folds of her sex, visions of him masturbating in his shower filled her mind.
It wasn’t an undersized cock his fingers glided over, but a long, thick solid staff jutting from a thatch of dark blond pubic hair.
Relenting to the vision, Danica closed her eyes and used her fingers to spread her pussy lips. Normally, she loathed the uneven set of her hips, which made it next to impossible to find clothes that looked good on her. Now, her off-kilter frame was a blessing, placing her clit at an angle that had each of the millions of beads of water striking against it as they hammered down from the faucet.
Her cunt contracted with the intensity of pleasure blasting to her core. Warmth licked through her, increasing to a carnal inferno as she imagined Jordan standing in the opposite end of the tub, his fingers stroking over his proud member, his eyes bluer than ever with the heat of passion.
“I want you.” She could almost hear him speak the words in a voice gone rough with lust. “I want my tongue on your body, my cock filling you up.”
“Yes. I want that, too,” Danica panted.
Did she? Of course not, but that wasn’t important. This wasn’t real, even if it felt too good to be anything else.
She clung to the imaginary as the pulsating water continued its sensual torment. She could come at any moment simply by lifting her hips and accepting the full force of the rushing water deep into her sex. This was the first time she’d taken for pleasure in months, and she wasn’t giving in yet, to her body’s trembling desire or reality.
Jordan came down on his knees in the shallow water. His muscular, hair-lined thighs hovered around her head, his fingers continuing to pet his hot, hard flesh. A drop of silky fluid cascaded from the tip of his cock to land on her upper lip. She swiped at the creamy droplet with her tongue, and his essence exploded over her taste buds.
More. She needed more.
Tilting back her head, Danica reached out her tongue and greedily lapped at the plump, purple head of his penis. So good. So male. She wanted to sink her lips down his shaft, feel his cum pummeling the back
