Page 49 of Hawaii Can Suck It


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“Mmm… Camila.”

Did he say my name?

Red alert!

I cannot—CANNOT—orgasm while Reece “I’m Your Boss” Dare is moaning my name like I’m his favorite cheat meal.

He’s as heavy as I am determined. I try to shimmy away under the covers, accidentally conjuring up more friction—

BZZZZZZZZZ!

I reach to retrieve the demon toy, gripping it like I’m rescuing my phone at 1% behind the couch, and—

BZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!

Somehow I’ve cranked up the setting to MAXIMUM.

With a surge of desperation, I grip the vibrator and wrench my arm free. It pops loose like a champagne cork, sending Reece rolling onto his back and out of his blankets.

The flightless bird launches from my hand like a lust-fueled comet.

And lands.

Directly.

On.

Reece.

His body jolts like someone hooked him up to a car battery. Those devastating blue eyes fly open, still cloudy with sleep.

And then—

He looks down.

Right at the vibrating menace having a rave against his eight-pack.

He blinks once. Twice. Three times.

I stop beating… I mean breathing. That is, my heart stops breathing. I mean…Whatever.All I know is time stops.

He picks up the bird, examining it as if it’s evidence in a crime. Which, let’s be honest, it kind of is.

And then—

The slowest, most devastating, and most devious, panty-melting grin spreads across his face.

Fuck fuck fuckity fuck.

“Must have fallen from the ceiling!” I squeak. “You know, from Kai’s jungle show. Probably got confused and thought it could fly. But penguins can’t fly. That’d be crazy.”

Oh my God, shut UP, Camila!

I snatch the beaked bandit from his hand, my fingers frantically violating its every crevice and no-no zone to find the off button. Its bill? Nothing. Webbed feet? Nada. Tail? Just more buzzing. I’m performing emergency surgery on a sex toy while he watches with that insufferable smirk.

Finally—thank you, sex gods—I pull on a wing, and the perverted penguin goes silent.

Reece gives me a look that’s half amusement, half arousal, his hair sticking out in every direction like he’s been thoroughly debauched. His eyes drop to my chest and—