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silk of her thong. It was exquisitely
pleasurable and Angel found that she didn't want
him to stop, and she helped him slip off her
underwear. He showered kisses on her stomach
and moved further and further down her body,
ending up his journey between her legs.
    'Oh God,' Angel moaned. It was so good, all her
being was concentrated on the meeting of his
tongue against her flesh. She didn't want him to
stop and gave in to the sheer pleasure. Minutes
later, he brought her to the most intense and
satisfying orgasm of her life.
    When she came to, he was clearly ready for
more, and she felt so languid and satisfied that she
couldn't resist running her hands all over his body.
She pulled off his T-shirt and started kissing his
chest.
    'Angel, I have, how you say, preservatives?'
    'You what?'
    'Condoms.'
    'Oh.' She was momentarily jolted out of her postorgasmic haze.
    It was all happening a bit too fast. 'There is something I can do for you,'
    she said, reaching down and unbuttoning his jeans and moving down the bed.
     
    'Hiya, Angel, we're having a few beers down there,
by the West Pier, d'you want to join us?' Gemma
and Tony stood in front of Angel and Juan's
lifeguard tent.
    'That would be great, we finish in ten minutes,'
Angel replied.
    It was the end of another blisteringly hot
summer's day. Even at six p.m. the sun still felt
strong and the beach was packed. Angel's hair was
full of natural bronze highlights from the sun and
she was a deep golden brown. Instead of her all-in-one
costume she had taken to wearing a tiny
red bikini.
    'It doesn't affect my ability to save anyone,' she
told Tim defiantly.
    'I'm sure it doesn't, but I expect there'll be a
queue of lads waiting to be rescued,' he said wryly.
     
    At six o'clock precisely, when they were off duty,
Juan picked Angel up in his arms and raced into
the sea with her. She squealed in outrage as he
dropped her into the water. She retaliated by
dragging him under and the two splashed playfully
around, he threatening to undo her bikini, she
pulling at his trunks, their tussle ending with a very
salty and passionate snog. Finally, the prospect of a
cold beer lured them out of the water. As they
walked over to where Tony and Gemma were
sitting, Angel's stomach did a somersault, for there,
sitting down and drinking beer, were Cal and
Melanie, who had obviously seen Angel and Juan's
display in the water.
    'I'll get the towels,' Juan said, jogging back to
their station.
    Angel shook back her long wet hair and took a
deep breath.
    'Hi, Cal, hello, Melanie.' Cal's upper body was
bare and he was wearing green camouflage
combats. He looked very, very good. Don't think about it , Angel told herself sternly. He's a bastard. It
was the first time she'd spoken to him since they'd
met at the stables nearly two months ago when he'd
wanted her to pretend that their encounter at
Creation hadn't happened. But much as she
wanted to hate him for how he'd treated her, she
found it impossible. The only emotion she felt was
an overwhelming attraction for him.
    The überbitch was wearing a pink kaftan top
trimmed with sequins, a white bikini and shedloads
of make-up.
    'How are you, Angie?' Cal asked.
    'Good thanks,' she replied. At that moment Juan
appeared and wrapped the towel round Angel. She
realised he had never met Cal and Mel and so
introduced them. It did make her feel good being
able to introduce this very good-looking man as her
boyfriend. She wanted Cal to realise that other men
found her attractive. For a second they did the
alpha-male thing and sized each other up, then
Juan shook Cal's hand and kissed Mel. Must remind him not to do that again , Angel thought, seeing how
impressed the überbitch was with Juan's Latin good
looks.
    Gemma, who'd been hovering around anxiously,
handed them each a beer and they sat down.
    'You're very brown, Angie. Is it spray-on?'
Melanie asked snidely.
    Angel laughed. 'No way, I couldn't afford that.
This is all real.'
    Mel's face fell slightly. 'Had