"Hey, they know what they're getting when they come home with Lincoln Beckett." He points his beer at me.
"A session of devotion at the altar of your dick."
"Damn right they are devoted to my dick. Usually, it's the biggest they've ever had," he boasts.
"Ew. I don't want to know about your dick." I screw up my face.
"Are you saying you don't have a big dick? They say the size usually comes from your mother's side."
"What?"
"It's okay if your dick is average. There's nothing to be ashamed of."
"There's nothing wrong with my dick," I yell at him.
He holds up his hands. "Okay. If you say so." How has this turned around to me defending my dick?
“Maybe you're a selfish lover. I could see that."
"Fuck you. I eat pussy like a fucking champion. My eat out game is strong." He declares this with such confidence that it makes my stomach turn.
"Or maybe the women have been faking."
"Are you fucking serious? No. I know how to make a woman come. They are usually screaming when in bed with me. Polly screamed all night long. Maybe it's you that was shite, and that's why your girl hightailed it."
I glare at him over my beer. "Doubtful."
"You never know. Not all of us can fuck like porn stars."
"I don't need to fuck like a porn star to prove anything."
"Maybe if you did, she would have stuck around in the morning."
"Maybe if you didn't fuck like a porn star, Polly would have stuck around, too."
We both flip each other off and fall into brooding silence.
I stare out the window for a couple of beats. "Maybe that's the point."
"What?"
"Maybe it was always just supposed to be one night. No complications. No strings."
"You think?"
I shrug. "Must have been the vibe we both gave off. Otherwise, maybe they would have stuck around."
"Maybe." Lincoln contemplates that. "So," he says. "Monaco. We leave Thursday morning?"
"Works for me."
"My mate's yacht is docked there through next week. We can stay on it or get a hotel if you prefer."
"Yacht's fine.”
He grins. "Good. Because it comes with a crew, unlimited alcohol, and my mate says, there's a party Friday night. Models. Influencers. The whole scene."
"Sounds like your kind of party."
