“A secret agent shouldn’t really have a reputation,” Natasha replied as she worked her fingers through her hair.

Brushing the last of the suds from her skin, she watched Clint’s eyes follow them down her body but still he managed to behave. Mostly. When he shifted his position so his thigh was between her legs she sucked in a sharp breath, his skin just barely brushing her sensitive folds. She knew it was far from innocent, but if this was a game she hardly saw how either of them could end up losing here.

“Mm, hot for you,” she murmured, inching just that little bit closer so she could rub herself against his thigh, the very tips of her hardened nipples pressing against his chest. Leaning in, her lips just barely brushed his. “You should probably get cleaned up so we can move this somewhere more comfortable,” she spoke against his lips but made no move to give him room.