Page 54 of Hawaii Can Suck It

The word shoots straight to my dick, which is already on thin ice after this morning. That toy penguin and how she blushed when I caught her.It was hot—hot as hell.The sight of her biting her lip, flushed and trembling. Soft curves spilling out of that purple satin top and her hard-as-diamonds nipples threatening to tear through the material.

How’s a man supposed to focus?

I stare resolutely at a nearby palm tree, willing my cock to behave, when two massive arms wrap around me from behind.

“Aloha, love seekers!” a deep voice booms. I don’t need to look. It’s Kai.

Cam swings the camera toward us. “So what’s the deal with this sculpture?”

“That, my curious wahine, is transgressive. The piece becomes whatever your subconscious believes it to be!” Kai spreads his arms wide, his hair flowing loose around his bare chest, his sarong fluttering erratically in the wind. “Perhaps you yearn for volcanic passion, or perhaps…”

“Yeah, I don’t have a volcano fetish,” Cam says with perfect deadpan delivery.

Despite my irritation, I snort.

“Then clearly your spirit recognizes the masculine energy.” Kai’s grin turns predatory. “Now come, let me get you properly lei’d.”

I swear to all things holy, I am one inappropriate innuendo away from tackling this guy into the ocean.

Cam doesn’t miss a beat, stepping forward with confidence as Kai’s gaze zeroes in on her cleavage. That green fabric is holding on by a stitch and a prayer, one deep breath from giving up and letting Cam’s stunning curves bust loose.

“The Getting Lei’d Ceremony is sacred!” he proclaims, leading us to a flower-covered station. “Each color tells a story of love!Redsignals passionate commitment,pinksuggests playful availability, andgold—”

“Gold. We’ll take gold,” I interrupt, attempting a quick escape with the flower necklaces.

Kai claps. “Ah! Gold! The color of scandal and secret passions! Perfect for forbidden trysts and midnight—”

“Red,” I growl. “I meantred.“ I snatch two crimson leis and grab Cam’s hand, her skin warm against my palm. I distance her from Mr. Sex Resort’s knowing smirk.

“Enjoy the festivities!” he calls out. “The performance will begin once the moon goddess is upon us!”

It’s only when we arrive at the buffet that I realize I’m still holding Cam’s hand. I drop it like it’s scalding. Then I cross my arms and scowl at the large spread of finger foods. Everything looks…suggestive.

“Oh my God, Reece, you have to try this.” She locks on to some artfully arranged fruit. “This one’s called the Coconut Kama Sutra Salad.”

“No.”

“Come on! How about the Forbidden Fruit Fondue?” She angles the lens toward a massive fountain, where dark chocolate and caramel flow in and out of each other like… like I don’t know what, but it seems dirty. “I bet Kai infused it with love pheromones.”

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” I say, sounding sulky even for me.

“Grocery shopping will nevernotbe hilarious now.”

I scan the food spread, searching for something—anything—that won’t try to seduce me. “Crispy Climax” Tempura. “Swallow Me Whole” Oysters. “Sizzling Man Stick” Meat Skewers. Of course, the mousse couldn’t be just mousse—it had to be called “Midnight Moan.”

I reach for what appears to be a harmless sushi roll, but before I can grab it, a server materializes. “Sir! We encourage guests to feed their partners. It enhances the sensual dining experience—”

“Not happening, friend of Kai.” I pop the bite into my mouth, chewing with more aggression than necessary.

“You know…” Cam lowers the camera. “Being this grumpy at a luau is a felony in Hawaii. Pretty sure the punishment is aggressive hipshaking… in a coconut bra… at spear-point.”

“I’m going to our table.”

“Fine, run away from the sexy spread. I’ll catch up after I capture some top-tier food porn—this papaya wants a mouth on it, and this mango is servingtake-me-nowenergy.”

I make my way through the sea of tangled limbs and love-sick couples, finding a table as far from the feasting as possible. Every pair here looks ready to conceive triplets.

I drop into my chair as if my strings have been cut. Heart-shaped fire pits dot the beach, while palm trees drip gold like they’re part of Kai’s personal fantasy. Even the damn cutlery wants to get laid—engraved with sayings that read “Taste the Desire” and “Let Passion Melt on Your Tongue.”

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