big, but when he was hard, he came in on the above-average side of things, or so his past lovers had told him. Unless those lovers had merely said so in order to stroke his ego enough to keep him in bed and away from work.
No, that was his father talking. Putting shit in his head that wasn’t true. His career mattered, but he didn’t put it above all else. If he did, he wouldn’t be here now. “What the hell made you think that?”
Danica’s gaze fell from his cock to look down at her exposed body. She tugged the sides of the robe together so quickly it almost seemed like she was ashamed of what they’d done and he almost felt guilty for his part in it.
Her glare softened a bit as she looked back at his face. “When I asked why you were having surgery, you said it was a sensitive matter and looked at your crotch. Then when I mentioned you having phalloplasty, you didn’t correct me. I thought you were after a penis enlargement.”
Damn. Now he did feel guilty. Then again, no, he didn’t.
If she’d shown any sign of resistance, he wouldn’t have screwed her. She hadn’t resisted; from the moment he’d cupped her mound, she’d acted like she couldn’t get enough of him. “I was looking at the floor, not my crotch, and I have no idea what phalloplasty means.”
She sighed, and the last of the resentment left her face. “Why are you having surgery?”
“I don’t know that I am. If I do, there are several things I’d like to change.” She looked like she wanted to respond but remained silent. It was his cue to get out of here to do some serious thinking.
Jordan tucked his penis into his pants, condom and all. He would worry about the mess when he got to his place. He moved the few feet to the door and opened it.
“So that’s it?” Danica asked as he was about to walk over the threshold to the rental coupe parked in a spacious yard made private by a wall of trees extending out from either side of the villa. “We’re just going to forget we had sex?”
He turned back with a shrug. “That a problem?”
“No,” she said, sounding like it was. “Of course not. Accidents happen.”
“Sure they do.” She’d covered herself up, but her ample breasts and tight pussy were ingrained in his mind. He couldn’t help his lingering stare or a wolfish smile. “They just don’t normally look as good as you.”
She crossed her arms over her chest. A flush rose into her cheeks as she glanced away. “How did you find out where I live? Neither my home number nor my address are listed.”
“Your assistant told me.” That had her looking back with the same icy glare she’d given him this morning, only this time it appeared to be all for her coworker.
Danica ignored the knocking at her front door as she pulled a baggy red T-shirt and black canvas shorts out of her white wicker dresser and tugged them on. This time her company had to be Lena. Since she hadn’t arrived to hear Danica in the throes of climax, Lena wouldn’t wait for her to answer the door but would knock a second time and then come inside and make herself at home.
Lena was doing as expected, relaxing on the plastic-framed couch on the villa’s seaside terrace with a bag of tortilla chips on the flowered cushion next to her. She dipped a chip into the bowl of salsa balanced on her thigh, then stuck the chip in her mouth with a blissful moan.
“You’re late,” Danica snapped as she stepped through the sliding glass door from the living room. And about to be dead.
Lena jumped. The salsa tipped precariously before she grabbed it and saved the couch’s fabric from a stain that probably wouldn’t even show amid all the others accrued through the years.
She scrutinized Danica in the light-brightened darkness, and a slow, knowing smile curved her lips. “Ten minutes and on purpose. I saw you getting it on and didn’t want to interrupt. You were way overdue.”
She did what?
Lena had been her friend for over two years, and they’d never had anything more than temporary minor friction between them. Now, Danica felt like she didn’t even know her. “Telling him where I live wasn’t enough, you watched us?”
Lena’s fingers stilled with a naked chip midway to her mouth. “Hell, no, I didn’t watch. I had a vision about it.”
“You had a vision of me having sex?”
“I had a vision of Jordan showing up on your doorstep ready to do you and you answering the door looking just as ready to do him. When he asked for your address, I figured it was destined I tell him.” She popped the chip into her mouth, then leaned down to pull a six-pack of Pepsi from beneath the couch’s frame. “Here.”
A quarter moon cast a dim glow on the beach fifty feet beyond the raised terrace. The tide was receding, leaving the sand to dry. Danica’s throat suddenly felt even dryer than the sand. Her fingers curled, wanting to grab hold of the soda and drink it back can after can—she still hadn’t gotten her fix for the day. Only, she couldn’t let Lena off so easily. “Pepsi? You think that’s enough to make up for what you’ve done?”
“What I’ve done is see that you experienced passion for the first time in eons. That’s called a favor. The Pepsi’s a bonus.”
“I don’t want it, and I sure as heck don’t want or need you seeing to my sex life.” Liar. At least the first part was a lie. She really didn’t want Lena acting like her personal pimp.
“You do want it, and you’re glad I sent Jordan over here.” She smiled conspiratorially. “Eyes don’t lie, hon. Yours are screaming happily laid and in dire need of refreshment.”
Danica should hang on to her anger a while longer. If she gave in now, there was no telling who or what Lena would send to her place in the future. But they had been friends for over two years, and she’d never been good at holding a grudge.
She sank down on the end of the weathered couch opposite Lena, grabbing the soda and freeing a can from the plastic ring around its neck. She pulled the tab and took a long, luscious drink before sending Lena’s sky blue, midriff-baring tank top and skimpy white shorts a teasingly snarky look. “Your earrings don’t match your outfit.”
Humor flashed in Lena’s eyes. “So you tell me at least three times a week. Give it up. I’m not taking them off.”
Danica smiled. “Thanks. For the Pepsi. I’m still not thrilled about your giving Jordan my address, though I probably would never have found out his cock is plenty big otherwise.”
Lena paused with another naked chip dangling from her fingertips. The astonishment in her eyes said her vision really hadn’t shown all—if she’d even had an honest-to-goodness vision. “Come again?”
“I thought he was checking out the resort because he was considering a penis enlargement. I spent the entire morning looking at his crotch; then I told him about my nut fetish. Hence the reason he was so eager to find out where I live. He was convinced I wanted to sleep with him.”
“You did, but debating that fact’s pointless now. So what is he here for?”
“He won’t say, just that there are a lot of things he would like to change.”
