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We all stare at each other, momentarily rendered speechless.
Jonas breaks the silence. “Is it really a sure thing? It works literally every time?”
“Once you get it going, yeah,” Ryan replies. “To be fair, it can take a little trial and error to figure it out at first, especially with a new partner. But once you get it going, yeah, it’s a sure thing. To be clear, it’s not the kind of thing you’d want to do every time you have sex with someone. Leave it for now and again, special occasions, because it’s pretty exhausting for both people. Plus, you don’t want to turn it into the usual, or it might lose its effectiveness.”
“Interesting,” Jonas says. “How many orgasms in a row is your record?”
“Eight,” Ryan says, and the whole table collectively gasps.
“Five for me,” Colby says. “But even that was plenty wild.”
Jonas and I ask a bunch of questions, which Ryan answers with an occasional assist from Colby. Ryan concludes with, “The point isn’t quantity of orgasms, even though she’s definitely gonna have a bunch. It’s quality. The point is giving her the most intense O’s of her life. Do that, and she’ll become addicted to you in a way she’s never been with anyone else.”
“Sign me up,” Jonas says, chuckling.
“Me, too,” I say. “Holy fuck.”
It’s suddenly obvious our normally gregarious Joshua hasn’t said a word in a very long time, but instead has been sitting in uncharacteristic, awkward silence, sipping his drink this whole time. Obviously, Josh is in the unenviable position of listening to Ryan’s amazing spiel . . . while thinking about using the technique on Ryan’s little sister.
Jonas nudges his brother’s shoulder. “Having fun, Joshua?”
“So much fun.”
As we all crack up, my phone buzzes with an incoming text from Hannah.
Hannah: I’m back in the bungalow. Wanna come here for a pre-dinner cocktail?
Me: I’m having cocktails with a fun group. Wrangle Kat and Sarah and join us. We’re in the bar by the main pool.
Hannah: Sweetie, I’ve been drinking rum punch all afternoon while listening to Kat’s crazy stories about her sexual escapades with Josh. “Come have a cocktail” was code for “come put your cock inside me.”
Me: Coming now.
As I look up from my phone, I try my best to look normal. Unhurried and nonchalant and not like a dude who’s growing a boner underneath the table. “I think I’m gonna head to my room for a bit,” I say. “Hannah’s back from the spa and wants to chill with me before dinner.”
Everyone at the table chuckles and/or snickers. Apparently, despite my best efforts, my excitement is written all over my face.
As I rise from the table with my hands clasped in front of me to hide my growing hard-on, Josh raises his glass to me. “Godspeed, Henny. Hopefully, The Sure Thing will live up to its name for you.”
34
HENN
When I try to enter our bungalow with two rum punches, the front door cracks only a few inches, thanks to the security bar being latched on the inside.
“Room service!” I call out playfully through the crack. “I’ve got a cocktail and a cock for you, ma’am!”
The door abruptly slams shut. There’s the sound of the security bar being unlatched. And then, Hannah is standing before me in the doorway in a slinky, red sundress I’ve never seen before—one that features a low neckline that wildly accentuates her gorgeous cleavage and spaghetti straps that show off her sun-kissed shoulders to maximum effect.
“Wow,” I murmur. Hannah has looked incredibly sensuous and sexy to me this entire week, but thanks to whatever she did at the spa this afternoon and the way that dress clings to her, she’s looking even sexier than usual.
“Mr. Bond,” Hannah says in a clipped German accent. “I should have known you’d follow me to Maui, given the sensitive information I’ve recently acquired.”
A wide smile spreads across my face. I’m not sure what’s prompted her to reprise her role as Zelda the Foreign Operative, but obviously, I’m thrilled to play along. “Hello, Zelda,” I say, adopting my best James-Bondian accent. “It took me a while to track you down. You’re quite the world traveler. But I’ve heard tell of the information you’re harboring, and I knew it was my duty to extract it from you, at all costs.”
Hannah giggles and widens the door. “Come in. May zhe best spy win.”
Inside the room, I offer her one of the rum punches, and we clink and guzzle half our beverages before placing our cups down and falling into a giddy embrace.
“That dress is fire,” I murmur, falling completely out of character. “Wow, Hannah.”
“I saw it in the window at the gift shop and couldn’t resist. You don’t think my boobs look too front-and-center in it?”
“There’s no such thing as too front-and-center. They look like the stars of the show, as they deserve to be.”
