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too. I feel instantly territorial, which is silly because… he isn’t mine. But, he is more
mine than theirs.
Henry drops his shirt in my beach bag. I move my foot when he taps it. He sits
at the edge of my chair with his back to me. Henry reaches behind himself and pulls
me up by my arm.

“Come here, baby; put sunblock on my back.” Baby. That’s the second time
in less than an hour. He’s a wealth of pet names lately.
I squeeze the sunblock into my hand. Happy to have a reason to rub on him, I
take my job seriously. I rub him with the gusto of an artsy barista making foam art.
I become the fucking master of applying suntan lotion. I hope it is good for him as
it is for me.
His voice is a little huskier when he makes his request.
“I have yet to see the bikini underneath that wrap.” He rubs my partially bared
leg. “Are you going to show me?”
The girls’ eyes bounce from him to me. Carla raises her eyebrows and nods
with a look that says, “Show him.” I hesitate slightly. I feel a lot of pressure to look
good on the spot. When I ordered my bikini from Triangl, I’d chosen the cheeky
bottom. It is designed to leave a little more of my ass out without being a thong. I’d

also chosen the Bibi – Mare because it matches some of the blues in his room. I
don’t know if it will be obvious.
“Okay. I have to stand up.”
He stands and helps me to my feet. Then, he sits back in my chair like I am
about to give him a show. I give him a look, and he motions his hands, signaling for
me to continue.
“Your mom promised me I’d like it.” He smiles naughtily although I can’t see
his eyes because of his shades. I roll my eyes.
“Of course, she did.”
I reach deep to dig up some courage. Okay, this is how he wants to play it. I
open one side of my wrap, revealing half of my bikini then turn away from him. I
let the wrap fall on the edge of my chair, between his legs. I look over my shoulder,
and I think he’s looking at my ass. I hope it looks like it should.
“Your turn.” He holds up the sunblock. “Don’t move.” Henry scoots to the
edge of the seat.
“Take one step forward,” he orders.