She gives me a shy smile that makes me want to bend her over right there and says, “I didn’t want to wash you off.”

I lean in close as if I’m whispering a secret. “I’ll make more,” I say with a grin. I can’t help but touch her when she’s this close, and she lets out a small gasp when I run my finger along the top of her bikini bottoms, letting it slide a little bit below the waistband so I can feel the hidden skin beneath.

Looking out at the floating dock ...