For a girl like Eden, I couldn’t imagine that she’d have any reason not to think cops were the most helpful people on the planet. For a guy like me, I avoided them as much as I fucking could, even though it seemed half the NOPD had decided that I was the guy who needed to do their ink.

“I don’t particularly like them,” she said quietly.

“You ever broken the law before this, Eden?”

I expected a quick and unequivocal no, but it didn’t come as fast as I thought it would.

“I don’t think so. I mean, I’m sure I have by accident sometime. I’ve jaywalked. But I’m not some kind of criminal.”

Well, that makes one of us, I thought.

My anger from earlier started to fade and be replaced by the heat of the knowledge that Eden’s naked tits were only inches from my chest, separated by water I could see right through. Last time I’d seen them under her pink bra, she’d been too fucked up for me to take advantage . . . but tonight she was completely sober.

I raised my gaze from her chest, expecting her cheeks to be red when she realized I was staring at her nipples, but she wasn’t watching my face. She was staring down at my body.

“Like what you see?”

That got her attention.

Eden jerked her head up to meet my eyes, and the blush colored her skin like I’d timed it.

“You’re . . . big.”

A booming laugh broke free from my throat at her unexpected response, and her cheeks flamed even brighter.

“No, that’s not what I meant. I mean . . . everywhere. Not just, in the . . .” She looked down, then jerked her gaze back to mine. “I’m going to shut up now.”

That kind of awkward and fumbling response couldn’t be faked, and protectiveness rose in me again. Eden was no con artist. She was a girl who couldn’t even say the word cock without turning red.

“Ain’t no shame in my game.”

She reached out a hand and covered my lips with her fingers. “Stop. You’re just making it worse. I wasn’t checking out your . . . package. I mean, I did before you got in the pool, but that’s only because I thought you’d have underwear on because who doesn’t wear underwear?” The babbling continued, and so did my laughter.

Hell, I hadn’t laughed this much since Delilah had given in to a customer’s request and tattooed a flexing veined eggplant cartoon on a client so he could send pictures of it instead of dick pics.

Eden pulled her hand back and covered her face. “I’m going to stop talking now. I seriously can’t be trusted to say anything that’s not completely humiliating when you’re standing this close to me naked.”

“I disagree, and since I’m not ready to get out and put my clothes on, you’re going to have to deal with it.”

She mumbled something under her breath.

“Come again?”

Eden pressed her lips together for a beat before saying, “I don’t know how to deal with it. This isn’t something I’ve ever dealt with before.”

A crazy thought popped into my brain. “Are you a virgin?”

If there was a red brighter than fire engine, that was the color of Eden’s cheeks. “No! Of course not. Really. I’ve touched a dick before. I mean, just the one, but it still counts. Well, I didn’t really touch it. Except, you know, inside me. Oh my God, I’m just going to shut up now.”

Realization dawned on me as her babbled protest silenced. “You’ve had sex with one guy? Once? How old are you?”

Eden turned to bolt, but instead smashed her tits into my arm. I stepped close enough so that only an inch of water separated us.

Her gaze went skyward. “This is so humiliating.”

That’s where she and I had differing opinions. “Why? Because you haven’t fucked every guy you’ve ever met? What’s wrong with that?”

Eden’s gaze snapped down to mine and her brows drew into slashes. “Hey, whoa now. You can toss that double-standard crap right in the trash. What if I had screwed every guy I ever met? Would that make me less of a person? I mean, it’s not like you probably haven’t been with dozens and dozens of women. I’m not judging you. Except for maybe that Kitty girl. I mean, really? You’ve got to have some standards.”

My laughter boomed out again across the courtyard. “Cupcake, just because I can get most any pussy I want, doesn’t mean I do it.”

“Still, double standards are—”

When she started on another tirade, I decided to silence her the best way I knew how.

I leaned down and covered her lips with mine.

HE WAS KISSING ME. HE was naked. I was naked. And my hands, mouth, and the rest of my body decided this was the best idea anyone had ever had. That was the only excuse I had for why there was no water separating us anymore, and the hot, hard length of Bishop’s cock pressed into my stomach.

My fingers gripped his shoulders as his hands found my ass and lifted me higher in the water, sliding his cock directly against my clit, a spot that normally only zinged with pleasure because of the toys I owned.

I moaned into his mouth and held on tighter. A small voice told me that this was going to escalate way too quickly for my own self-preservation, but I told it to shut the hell up because I wanted a non-self-induced orgasm.

Bishop’s hands, no doubt incredibly clever due to using them all freaking day, squeezed my ass as he groaned.

One move. That’s all it would take for him to be inside me. What stunned me more than the fact that I found myself writhing against him in a pool was the fact that I wanted him inside me so very badly.

Heat licked over my body, and I knew if I didn’t stop soon, I wasn’t going to have the willpower to stop at all. But before I could call a halt, Bishop jerked back and his hands dropped away from my ass. By the time my feet touched the bottom of the pool, he had backed away until he hit the other side.

“Fuck, cupcake. Two more seconds and I would’ve been inside you.”

He said this like it was somehow going to be news to me.

What was the appropriate response for this? Probably not, I know, right?

Instead I blurted, “I don’t have a towel. Why didn’t I bring a towel?”

His lips turned up into a sensual smile. “Didn’t plan the skinny-dipping? Just went with your instincts?”