Page 92 of Off Season

He chuckles. “I’m smiling because of you, Kam bam. I’mhaving the best time. I never want to leave.” He takes my hand and kisses it. “Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?”

I nod. “About a thousand times.”

A man interrupts and says in a thick Jamaican accent, “He’s right, my queen. Prettiest lady at the resort. Good evening to you both. My name is Akein. It rhymes with bacon, which works out because I’m Jamaican. But,” he wiggles his eyebrows, “I look and dance likeMagic Mike.” He shakes his hips.

Cheetah and I both laugh. This guy is a character.

Akein continues, “I will be your sommelier this evening. I hope you’ve enjoyed your cocktails. Now it’s time for the wine Mr. Gonzales and I selected earlier. May I say, he has excellent taste inbothwineandwomen.”

I look at Cheetah. “Is that where you disappeared earlier?”

He simply winks.

Akein pours the wine into our glasses, and we both taste it. Cheetah grins at Akein. “Thanks, buddy. It’s perfect.”

Akein nods. “Very well. I’ll leave you to enjoy it.”

He places the bottle on a wine stand before he walks away. I look up at Cheetah. “The people here are so freakin’ friendly.”

“It’s only because you're hot.”

“Or because you have a lot of money.”

He shrugs nonchalantly. “Maybe that too. You’re too perceptive. Tell me one of the fun facts that overflow in the enigmatic brain of Kamryn Hart. Dazzle me.”

He really is attracted to my mind. He asks me stuff like this all the time.

I think for a brief moment until I remember a good one. “What’s a woman’s biggest sexual organ?”

“Biggest as in size?” he asks, appearing perplexed.

I nod. “Yep. Biggest.”

I see him moving his eyes up and down my body before they land on my chest. He perks up like he knows this answer. “I got it. The heart.”

I shake my head. “Nope. Any other guesses?”

“Hmm. Ass?”

I let out a laugh. “Ha! Not even close. It’s the right side of the brain.”

“The brain is a sexual organ?”

“Yep. It controls your senses, which is why great dirty talk is so effective.”

“Do you like my dirty talk, bombón?”Hottie.

“You know I do. It’s not over the top like it’s forced. A lot of guys try to force it, and they fail. You don’t do it because you think it’s what a woman wants to hear. You do it because it’s what is organically on your mind at the given moment. It’s so much more of a turn-on that way. And the fact that it’s in Spanish is next level.” I flutter my eyelids. “I didn’t know I had that kink until you unlocked it.”

“Bueno, porque no puedo esperar para quitarte ese vestido más tarde.”Good, because I can’t wait to take that dress off you later.

I smile as I hold up my glass to clink with his. “A la salud, la felicidad y los orgasmos.”To health, happiness, and orgasms.

He smiles as he clinks his glass with mine.

“Speaking of happiness, tomorrow we’re jumping off that waterfall. It’sreallyhigh up. Are you sure you’re still game?” he asks. “It’s a little dangerous.”

I nod. I’ve been dying to do this. “Hell yes, kitten. I can’t—”

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