He’d come here to give her what she made clear she wanted each time she checked out his cock. He’d planned on a swift approach but never realized just how swift it would be. Or that she would be waiting, fully stimulated and mostly naked.
Or that she would taste so damned good.
Hell, he shouldn’t enjoy kissing her. She didn’t appear to enjoy kissing him—her tongue was lifeless against his, her body inert. That changed the instant Jordan slid a hand down the rise of her belly to cup her mound.
Heat rose off her sex. Moisture joined that heat as he fingered her slit. Her hips shot to motion, bucking wildly, her tongue licking to lusty life against his. Her fingers gripped at the front of his dress shirt, quickly moving lower, past the shirttails to find his erection freed of his zipper and already sheathed for action.
Danica’s mouth stilled. Her fingers froze around the head of his cock. His ready state might have surprised her, but from the stab of her erect nipples against his chest and the dampness of her slit, there was no question that she wanted him.
He thrust into her slick pussy, fingering her core while his tongue and lips continued to render her speechless.
Wetness built with each of his strokes until her sex contracted around his fingers, her inner walls deliciously milking at them, making his cock damned anxious to get inside.
Her tongue started moving again, her lips taking his so eagerly it was as if she was starved for a lover’s kiss.
Of course, that wasn’t the case.
She’d probably slept with another potential resort client just last week. Maybe even last night. It was the reason Jordan was here now, to start on the path to proving her immoral, if not the resort a complete joke. Only, it was hard to remember his purpose when he pulled his fingers from her weeping cunt, lifted her up his body, and pumped his cock inside her.
He’d expected wet and loose. He had the wet part right, but Danica’s pussy was nowhere near to loose.
Her sex clamped down tightly, fitting around his shaft like a second skin. She continued her eager assault of his lips and tongue and teeth while her hands gripped his back through his shirt, and she met him thrust for violent thrust.
Jordan palmed the silky roundness of her ass as he shoved inside her so fiercely the back of her head connected with the wall. He winced with the sound. She didn’t miss a beat, just kept moving, taking him deep, tight, fast.
Danica tensed in his arms, her movements stopping abruptly only to restart with the clamping of her pussy. Moaning into his mouth, she came around his dick.
He moaned back as he gave in to his own orgasm, one that had been building from the moment he entered her office. As much as he would like to pretend he’d fucked her solely for the sake of verifying the unethical way she secured patients, it wouldn’t be true.
He’d wanted her. Wanted her again even now.
He pulled from her body and set her on her feet. She swayed a little but then stood firm. Her robe hung open, giving him an alluring view of full, round tits and curly, damp copper hair camouflaging her sex. Arousal scented the air and ran in creamy rivulets along her inner thighs.
Jordan fought the urge to go down on his knees and lick her clean. He was here for business, to prove she was the enemy as far as his father was concerned. He would be a damned fool to forget that just because she happened to enjoy a round of golf, talked about the resort as if it really was an accomplishment to be proud of, and fucked like a champion.
“Why?” Danica’s voice shook.
He met her eyes, unprepared for the shock that filled them. She had to be faking her surprise. Narrowing his gaze, he snorted out a laugh. “That supposed to be some kind of joke? You spent the morning eyeing my dick and talking about having a nut fetish.”
“For professional reasons.”
“Right. Your way of making sure I pick Private Indulgence to do my surgery.”
Her breath dragged in audibly. She glared at his deflating cock, still sheathed because he had no idea where to dispose of the condom and clean himself up, and he wasn’t about to ask. “I thought you were shorted in the penis department.”
Jordan felt the words as a verbal punch directly to his gut. Right now his dick wasn’t all that 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