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he been that
careless, or driven so out of control that nothing else mattered
but getting his aching cock inside a woman and coming as fast as he
could. Angel made him lose control, made him forget the priorities
of sleeping with someone. He’d been reckless and too caught up in
the moment. But fuck, he couldn’t deny how good it felt coming
inside her cunt without protection.
    As his cock deflated, her honeyed walls
caressed him into shuddering. A low growl rumbled through his
chest, which was still flush against her amazing breasts. Nuzzling
her neck beneath her hair he kissed his way across her jaw bone to
her soft, sweet mouth. Her soft sigh of surrender encouraged him to
close his mouth over hers and kiss her fully. When he had his fill
he pulled back and looked into her dazed eyes.
    “I think it’s best if I leave after this.”
He didn’t want to, but he couldn’t see any other way of avoiding a
repeat. He wanted her too much.
    Angel’s eyes widened with surprise. “But
why?”
    “ I don’t like losing control, Angel, and
it’s obvious I do with you.” He felt that was an adequate
explanation.
    “I haven’t had a man lose control with me in
quite a while. I kind of like it.” The teasing quality of her voice
was smooth as honey. The gleam in her smoky eyes was an alluring
mix of innocence and vixen.
    “This coming from a kindergarten teacher?”
He grinned, and shook his head. “I should have more control than
that. And usually do.”
    “At all times?”
    Bishop took a heavy breath. “Why don’t we
get cleaned up and talk after?” He stepped away from Angel and then
helped her off the counter. Glancing down at her, he found her
luscious nudity arousing. It surprised him, considering he’d just
had a mind-blowing orgasm. Her pink-tipped breasts were tilted
slightly upward, silently teasing him to take a nipple into his
mouth. But he knew if he gave in to her appeal it would lead to
much more.
    “There’s a huge Roman tub upstairs. Can you
stay in control long enough to share a bath?”
    Bishop decided he liked the hint of
mischievousness in her eyes. The temptation to say yes was on the
tip of his tongue, proof he should leave. He didn’t want to hurt
Angel, or lead her on. Whatever was going on between them, whatever
they were sharing, would all be over the minute he heard from base.
He should have stuck with his usual furlough routine, but he hadn’t
seen his sister in six years and he’d promised her on his last
break that he’d make it home next time.
    “Well, if you want to join me you know where
I’ll be.”
    Bishop’s gaze fell to the tantalizing bounce
of Angel’s naked bottom as she walked away. The lady was definitely
comfortable in her own skin, and didn’t seem to have a shy bone in
her body. There was something special about Angel, something soul
healing. She was sweet and passionate and gave herself completely,
and he had to wonder at that. How did he get so lucky?
    He went to the bathroom where his gear was,
brushed his teeth, and then took a good long look at himself in the
mirror. Why was he even questioning his luck? I’m a damn fool.
There’s a sexy school teacher upstairs, clearly making herself
available to me, and I’m questioning my lack of control? It
didn’t seem to bother Angel.
    After retrieving a small box of condoms from
his duffel bag and a clean pair of boxer briefs, he walked naked
toward the stairs. Halfway up he could hear the light sound of
humming coming from Angel. He turned the corner and entered the
bathroom, smiling at the picture that greeted him. She was already
in the tub, submerged up to her shoulders in a thick foam of
fragrant bubbles. Barnie was sitting on the edge of the tub that
was bumped up against a corner.
    “I don’t know,” he drew Angel’s attention
when he spoke. “I have to wonder what my team will think if I show
up smelling this good.” He was referring to the light lavender and
chamomile.
    “They’ll be jealous,”