Page 41 of Flawless

Dropping my head, I scratch the back of my neck before I say, “You really go for it, don’t you, Amaris?”

She catches me off guard again when she splashes me once more, and this time, she runs back into the water, expecting me to chase her. I glance back once and see that Danica’s on the phone with someone, but she’s not paying attention to me.

I chase after Amaris in the water and splash her, and she laughs before she sinks down and swims away from me. I swim after her, my shouts and her laughter floating over the water and into the air.

When I finally catch up to her, I reach out a hand to grab her arm, but she spins quickly and the only thing that I grasp is the string of her bikini top that trails behind her. It falls away from her so easily that I wonder if she had loosened it before I caught up to her.

Turning around in the water, she stares up at me with unabashed sensuality.

“I think this belongs to you, Amaris,” I say, holding her top out to her.

She floats to me in the water and says, “I think I need some help putting it back on.”

Before I can do anything, Amaris presses her full bare breasts against me. The heat between our skin is like hot concrete on a summer day, causing me to jump backward.

Amaris swims forward and presses herself against me again and then loops her arms around my neck.

“Please.”

“You really know how to tease a man, Amaris,” I say, looping the string around her neck.

Grabbing my hands as I finish tying her string, she places them flush against her bikini-covered breasts.

“Do you feel how hard my nipples are?”

It’s my turn to bite my bottom lip and close my eyes. “Amaris,” I say.

I hope she doesn’t feel how hard my dick is.

“Zenon, don’t call my name like that, sweetheart, unless you want me riding your dick out here in the middle of this ocean in point seven seconds,” she says, winking at me and smiling flirtatiously as she grabs my erection under the water.

“I think we’d better get back to shore,” I say, pulling her hand away.

“Where’s the fun in that? I’m hard, and you’re hard. That’s a perfect combi + nation.”

“I might be misinterpreting what’s happening here, and I’ve never been a man who takes advantage of a lady.”

“I am a grown-ass woman who isn’t afraid to ask for what she wants. I’m attracted to you, Zenon, and I don’t make any apologies for it. I will never be taken advantage of, especially not when I’m here offering myself to you on a silver platter. You’re not misinterpreting anything. I want you, and I have since the moment that I saw you. Now, if you aren’t taken, I don’t see any reason why we couldn’t spend some quality time together over the next couple of weeks.”

She swims back to shore, and I slowly follow in her wake, thinking about worms and maggots. I remember the foul odor of garbage in the summer on the streets of Rio growing up. I also recall how I hate the slime of worms.

That instantly does the trick.

When we’re standing on the sand again, she makes it her business to stand as close to me as possible before she grabs my hand.

“What do you think about my proposal of us spending quality time together?” she asks.

I turn her hand over and rub slow, sensual circles into the palm of her hand. Looking back up at her, I say, “That depends on how you define quality time.”

“Again, I say what I mean and mean what I say. I have an entire life back in Atlanta. I don’t live in South Carolina. It’s just one of the many places that I choose to visit for vacation from time to time. I was thinking that we could have two weeks of hot sex, and then I would return home. I’m not into long-distance relationships, so I’m not pretending that we would try to pursue that. However, if you would like for me to come back and visit to get my back blown out and depending on how good you are, we can work that out, too. I don’t mind returning to South Carolina for good sex.”

“I don’t live here,” I say, gently releasing her hand.

Amaris turns and begins walking in the opposite direction from where Danica is sitting. She continues talking and I know that she expects me to follow her. And I do.

“Oh, where do you live?”

“Florence.”

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