The effect makes it seem like Kai is using his massive dick to beat that drum into submission. As I’m searching for an exit strategy, Cam is entranced—like she can’t get enough—probably holding a tight close-up as she captures the erotic circus.
My brain flatlines.
“God of lust!” the emcee of my nightmares roars. “My gargantuan war tool is at your disposal!”
Suddenly, Cam bursts out laughing—actual snorting laughter—and clamps her hand over her mouth. She stops filming, her shoulders shaking. “Oh my God, I can’t—I just can’t anymore with this guy.”
I blink. “Wait. You’re not into his monstrous weapon?”
She snickers. “Oh, it’s massive, but what it’s attached to should not be taken seriously.”
“Really?” Something in my chest loosens. “I thought you were wanting to, what was it? Climb him like a coconut tree?”
“Don’t be jealous. This morning I got a pretty clear idea that you could be up there swinging your own mallet.”
I choke on my own tongue. “Excuse me?”
Her eyes go wide. “¡Mierda! I didn’t mean to say that.”
I lean closer, suddenly very interested. “So tell me, Morales, did something else happen while I was sleeping? Besides the waddling penguin, of course.”
Her face goes nuclear red.
“Please. Let’s talk about literally anything else.”
“For now.” I grin. “But wewillbe circling back. Especially the part about my impressive equipment.”
She groans, burying her head in her hands.
On stage, Kai’s “war tool” continues its percussion performance, but I barely notice. I’m too busy watching Cam blush and wondering what other secrets might slip out.
“You wanna get out of here and go for a walk?”
She peeks at me through her fingers. “No talk of penguins.”
I grin. “No webbed creatures of any kind.”
When she smiles at me, a weight lifts off my shoulders. For the first time in days, I can breathe.
***
“Sohowdidyouend up promoting the world’s horniest resort?“ Cam’s bare feet leave perfect imprints in the wet sand as we walk. Her dress flows around her curves as if it’s personally trying to drive me insane. “Did you pitch it yourself, or did Kai strap a dildo to a dolphin with his request and let it swim to LA like a raunchy carrier pigeon?”
The mental image blindsides me, and I laugh—an actual, genuine laugh that feels weird coming out of my mouth.When did I last do that?
The ocean stretches black and endless ahead of us, waves curling white at our feet. The distantthump-thump-thumpof Kai’s dick-drum performance carries through the air, but thankfully it’s muted enough that I can stop picturing it… almost.
I grab a piece of driftwood, throwing it into the surf. “I don’t handle sponsor deals. That’s Gordon’s territory. Usually brands reach out, and then we negotiate based on whether they’re a good fit.”
“And was this a good fit?”
I let warm water lap at my feet, considering. “I’m still deciding.”
Moonlight catches in her hair, silvering her skin, and fuck me if she doesn’t resemble some kind of dangerous siren sent to dash my heart against the shore. A gust of wind sweeps hair across her features, and my fingers itch to brush it away. To trace the curve of her cheek. To—
She catches me staring.
“Though clearly,” I say quickly, “I didn’t expect this place to be so off the deep end.”
