She leaned in and whispered something in Reese’s ear that put a smile on his face. He took the bottle of suntan lotion from her hand and she turned her back to him, sliding her hair over one shoulder to expose her suntanned skin. Only a string tied at her neck and her back held the bikini top in place and she was offering it up to Reese Madigan on a silver platter. Like her skin was his to touch. Oh hell no. Not happening.
