CHAPTER ELEVEN
Waiting for Trudi was agonizing. For her. Dax seemed to have all the patience in the world. He flicked on the TV and sat beside her on the bed, watching some mind-numbing sports results and replays that went round and round.
Ivy was getting twitchier as the seconds passed. “Could you keep a hard-on for this long?” she asked, glancing at his groin.
“How long?” he mumbled, still occupied by the television.
“An hour, do you think you could stay hard for a whole hour?”
“Do I win a prize at the end or…?”
“No, I’m saying if you were a guy who had called up for female company, would you be satisfied that it took this long for her to get here?”
“You didn’t just call up looking for female company, you wanted a specific girl. If she was already occupied, you have to wait. Did t
