“Breaking their necks to see what you’re doing,” I giggle and witness Jake almost topple off his lounger from the angle he’s leaning over. He rights himself, then stands and pulls his shades over his eyes in an attempt to coolly cover his near fall. I can tell by the way he starts adjusting his shorts that he’s having a hard time.  

Literally.  

“Turn over, Bambina,” she whispers and moves up so I can flip. I gasp as she smacks me lightly on the ass before ...