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Angel teased, lifting
her leg and running a sponge along her shapely calf. “Because
they’ll know that you weren’t alone in your bubble bath.”
    Bishop set the items down that he’d brought
with him, and walked to the tub. He stared at her for a moment
before deciding to join her. Moving to the end where Angel rested
her back against the porcelain, he motioned her to move forward. “I
like sitting behind,” Bishop explained, stepping into the water and
sliding down behind her. “Lean forward a little more and I’ll scrub
your back.” He noticed she’d pinned her hair up.
    Bishop reached around Angel and gently took
the sponge from her. Dunking it beneath the warm water he brought
it out and ran it over the back of her smooth shoulders and down
her back to where it tapered at her waist. His hand went below the
water, before repeating his actions. His movements were slow,
deliberate, and meant to give her pleasure. Judging by her sighs he
was doing just that.
    “Do you like the beach?” Angel had beautiful
skin. He couldn’t help noticing how the hot, soapy water turned it
rosy.
    She nodded. “Haven’t been this summer yet.
Mmm, that feels good.” Her tone sounded lazy.
    Bishop pulled her back against him, gritting
his teeth with pleasure when her sweet ass bumped up against his
cock. He continued moving the sponge over her body, starting on her
chest and gliding down to her breasts. “I have a friend who has a
place on the beach in Ft. Lauderdale. He’s invited a few of us over
for a cookout tomorrow. I’d like you to go with me.” Slowly, he
moved on to her ribs, belly, and below the water to the triangle
between her legs.
    “Ahhhh…,” Angel said hoarsely, “someone on
your team?” She tilted her neck when he brought the soapy sponge up
to run it beneath her chin.
    “A few someones, yeah.” He replaced the
sponge with his mouth. Kissing her was his intention, but once he
caught her sweet fragrance he took a bite.
    “Mmmm,” she cried out, quivering against
him.
    Bishop quickly soothed the faint mark with
his tongue. But then moved onto another spot and did the same
thing. Angel was squirming against him, sighing and whimpering, her
cries a mixture of pain and pleasure.
    “Don’t let me hurt you,” he said against her
shoulder, afraid he’d go too far. The women he was used to could
take it rough. Some gave as good as they got. They liked pain, and
when they inflicted it on him, just for a little while he could
focus on that and forget the particulars of the mission he’d just
returned from. Especially if it had ended badly. Angel wasn’t like
them, she wasn’t as hard or experienced.
    “You’re not,” she said breathlessly. “It’s
okay to lose control, Bishop. I won’t break.”
    She didn’t know what she was saying. “Don’t
tempt me.”
    She couldn’t possibly know what she was
inviting, opening herself up to him like that. Bishop prayed he
didn’t hurt her, knowing that she’d only had a sample of what he
was capable of. He was afraid her innocence might be her undoing,
when he wanted it to be his salvation.
    Angel leaned further into him, sighing.
“Ohhhhhhh.” Her hand covered his, guiding his hand down her body
and between her legs again.
    Bishop grinned. He dropped the sponge,
letting his fingers brush against the outer plumpness guarding her
most private part. “You won’t be the only woman there. The guy who
owns the house is married.” He parted the folds and inched his way
inside. “Razor and Herc will have found someone to while away their
free time with.”
    “Razor… and Herc?” Her voice was growing
weaker. “Those are odd names.”
    “We all go by nicknames. Jorge got his
because he prefers a straight razor instead of a knife. Herc is
short for Hercules. He’s strong as an ox.” He began to caress her
labia with gentle strokes of his fingertips. His cock had swollen
to the max, and Bishop was so turned on that he knew it wouldn’t
take much to