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    She stirred, and he felt the heat of her skin run through his own and hit every inch of his body. He couldn’t help but allow his eyes to wander over the water, now clear of bubbles. Her breasts were perfect and plump, with little pink nipples he desperately wanted to reach out and play with. Lower, his eyes roamed over the taut muscles of her abs to the V between her thighs. No hair in sight, their little chef liked to keep her pussy soft and bare. He swallowed hard, hoping that she hadn’t been with any other man than Louis. The sound of Gustave clearing his throat brought Johnny back to the present. Her long, tanned thighs looked silky soft, and he could only imagine what they would feel like wrapped around his waist as he fucked her. He exhaled, as he felt his cock stir and nearly tap the side of the tub. Fuck, she made him horny and hard. No woman brought on feelings like this.
    “Sugar, you gonna drown if ya stay in here much longer. Let’s get you out and into something warm,” Johnny whispered. She opened her eyes, blinked, and then seemed to come back to reality. She crossed her arms over her breasts as she noticed that the bubbles had disappeared and he had a clear view of her body. What she didn’t realize was that she crossed them too quickly, and half her left breast was peeking out the side of her arm. He hid a smile.
    “I can handle this.”
    “But you’re not handling this. You have us here,” Johnny stated firmly. The little brat rolled her eyes and gave an exasperated exhale. He held his serious expression although he really wanted to chuckle, but he knew that would just piss Illeanna off.
     
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    Illeanna was tired, and just as she began to relax in the tub, she had fallen asleep only to be saved from drowning by big, bad Johnny Boudoux. The man was a sight standing there in his sheriff’s uniform with the sleeves straining to near tearing against his large biceps. Like a python, those arms could swallow a woman up and make her feel lost in his embrace. But the same could be said about getting lost in arms like his along with all self-control and independence. Johnny Boudoux was demanding, egotistical, and mouthy. She stared at that mouth a moment, and like a fool, nearly drooled just thinking about his lips against her own. She must be exhausted because she knew better than to fall for their Boudoux charms.
    Illeanna readjusted her arms in front of her chest in an attempt to hide her breasts from Johnny. Snapping out of her daydreaming, she spotted Gustave holding a big, fluffy white towel out for her to step into. Yeah right! Like she was going to just brazenly stand up and reveal all her nakedness to two men who knew pussy inside and out and how to get it with no strings attached.
    “Really, Gustave? Leave the towel, guys, and get out. I can do this.”
    “You are so damn stubborn, woman. Like we ain’t never seen you half naked in that tiny bikini ya wear when you sunning out on the back bayou?” Johnny asked, and she widened her eyes in surprise. They had never seen her in a bikini. She was self-conscious enough as it was.
    “You’ve never seen me in a bikini.”
    “Binoculars, sugar,” Gustave stated with such attitude and as if he had every right to be using them on her.
    “Binoculars? That’s spying. What are you, Boudoux, Peeping Toms? That’s illegal,” she added as she pulled her knees to her chest and flinched when she felt her ankle ache. Both men scowled at her with their eyes looking dark and angry. Her stomach twisted into knots and she felt compelled to oblige to their orders. Did they seriously think that those looks would intimidate her into allowing them to see her naked? Geesh!
    “We’re the law around here, sugar, and you know that sometimes the poachers are out during the day casing out the bayou for their catch. We can’t help it if they come looking by your place,” Johnny stated.
    Illeanna harrumphed.
    “Turn around and don’t you