Page 82 of Flawless

“You don’t have to do that, you know?”

“I know that I don’t have to. I want to,” Zenon says, taking my hand and moving me into the middle of the living room.

Zenon grabs the remote and turns on the sound system. With a series of flicks, he turns the TV to Spotify. The sounds of the Bamboo rattle, the Hula drum, and the Ipu heke fill the air.

“I didn’t know that you were into mele,” I say as the Hawaiian music pours forth, and he begins to slowly dance me around the living room.

“I wasn’t until tonight,” he says with a heavy-lidded gaze. “Besides, why should I go out there when I can enjoy my own personal luau in here with you?”

Laughing, I shake my head. “You know that you’re corny, Z, right?”

“Corny? I thought that I was being romantic.”

“Did you, now?” I challenge, resting my head on his chest.

We dance through two more songs before we stop, and I curl up on the couch.

Zenon heads into the kitchen and returns a few minutes later with two frothy, pinkish-peach-colored drinks with a pink hibiscus leaf on the rim.

“Ooohh, what’s this?” I ask, accepting the cool glass.

“It’s called Tropical Sunshine.”

Taking a sip, I savor the flavors of Sprite and pineapple juice. “Mm, it’s delicious. What’s in it?” I ask.

“Sprite, Grenadine syrup, and pineapple juice.”

I take a gulp and moan, “This is so delicious and refreshing.”

Zenon kneels in front of the couch where I’m curled up.

“Hey!” I cry out when he takes my drink from my hand. “What are you doing?”

“Tasting what’s so delicious and getting my own refreshment.”

Zenon licks my lips, and I instantly stick my tongue out to touch his. It’s cool, and then I suck it to find that it’s sweet, like I’m sure mine tastes.

Zenon shifts from his knees to leaning over me, and before I know it, he’s lying on me. His massive body presses me into the couch, and his thick arousal makes its home between my thighs.

I shift slightly, allowing him to have more space between my thighs than before.

Zenon’s tongue burrows deeper into my mouth, eliciting moans that should be reserved for the bedroom. My arms wrap around him, and I instantly think that I could be with him like this all day, every day.

“I want you,” he murmurs against my lips.

“Not as badly as I want you,” I reply.

Zenon lifts off me and pulls me up to sitting.

“We’ve got at least an hour to have fun. Two, if we’re lucky.”

I giggle when he lifts me into his arms and carries me into my bedroom. Gently, he lays me on the bed before he lays beside me.

Zenon’s hand slides down the curve of my hip as his lips smother mine.

“I want to taste you,” I tell him.

“There will be time for that,” he grumbles, grabbing at my short cutoff shorts.

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