A growl erupts from my stomach loud enough to rival Reece’s snoring. My eyes dart to him. He doesn’t move.Good. I’m not ready to deal with that hot mess yet.
Next to the nightstand, I see the new gift bag that was left in our room last night.I would kill for more of that delicious pineapple popcorn.
I stretch my arm out from under the sheets, but it’s just a little too out of reach. So I slide my foot out instead, curling my toes in a desperate attempt to hook the strap.Victory!My toes snag the bag’s handle, and I drag it closer like the snack burglar I am—
BEEP. WHIRRR.
Oh, fuck.
The bed starts rotating.
I frantically swipe at the sensor, cutting off the motion right as Reece grunts in his sleep.
My whole body goes rigid.
He lets out a snort that resembles a warthog discovering masturbation and settles back into his sinus symphony. With such unholy sleeping sounds, it’s a good thing this man is pretty.
Phew! Crisis averted.
I reach inside with the stealth of a ninja, trying to avoid the crinkling tissue paper.
My fingers brush against something… rubbery?Definitely not popcorn.I extract what appears to be a palm-sized penguin, complete with bowtie and a come-hither expression.
The tag reads: “The Pleasure Penguin—Slide, Glide, and Enjoy the Ride!
I turn it over in my hands, searching for clues about its purpose, when my thumb hits something and—
BZZZZZZZZZZ!
I start pushing everywhere on the poor bird, molesting it beyond comprehension. It just keeps buzzing.
My roommate stirs beside me, his snoring pattern changing.
With pure panic, I shove the vibrating penguin under the covers, squeezing it with my thighs to muffle the sound, and—
¡Jesucristo!
The spasming hellbird dances against my clit, and suddenly I’m having a very different kind of morning wake-up call. My legs clamp together on reflex, which increases the intense sensation.
This is inappropriate.
This is unprofessional.
This is… happening people. Holy fuck, that feels good.
I press the device more firmly against my clit. I should stop.No, seriously.But I’ve been on edge sexually since before we landed in Paradise Gone Wrong, and the anticipation of climax has been building, and the pressure…God, the pressure!
My traitorous brain floods with images of Reece. His strong, possessive hands on my breasts in the shower. Then when he first saw me in my swimsuit, his pupils dilated—fucking dilated! Those steel-blue eyes went black as they were dragging over my curves like he was mapping territory. The throbbing intensifies, and ¡Dios mío!, how am I climbing this fast just thinking about—
My bedmate snorts like a sleeping dragon getting ready to wake.
I’m seconds away from discovering enlightenment via my new tuxedoed friend with benefits.
Waddle faster, you sinful little bird!
Suddenly, the man rolls. All two hundred pounds of muscled male landing directly on top of me.
I’m somewhere between frozen and stuck—his arm wraps around me, his chin nuzzles into my shoulder, his morning stubble scraping deliciously against my cheek, and then—
