Her lips formed an O, and then she looked down at herself, drenched still, and shivered.
“I...need to change.”
“You can have one of my shirts,” I offered, taking her upstairs. I went to my closet, and as I stripped out of my own wet clothes, I tossed her a band tee. “Take everything off. I’ll wash them.”
“Everything?”
I walked out of my closet in nothing but a clean pair of boxers. “Everything.”
She blushed as she turned away.
I stood and watched as she pulled off her jacket and pants then put on my shirt. It was so large on her, it covered her ass, but just barely. My cock pulsed as she unhooked her bra and slid her panties down her shapely legs. She turned and gave me the clothes.
“Can I borrow some boxers?” she asked.
“These were my last pair,” I lied, smirking.
The giant eye roll and twitch of her lips told me she knew I was lying, but didn’t call me on it. I wondered if she was remembering the dressing room, where I fucked her dressed as a clown. I was.
“Well, how am I supposed to go live almost naked?” she asked as I took her back downstairs, tossing our clothes into the wash. My laundry room faced the backyard. I gazed out the window.
“Let’s get in the hot tub.” I flicked on the outside lights, revealing my backyard. “Our hair is already wet, so it’ll look like we’ve been in the pool all night. Oh, you’ll love this.” I went to the control box and pushed the button to retract the tarp.
“Whoa. Why is it red?” She stepped toward the pool, her wide eyes and even wider smile giving me joy.
I grinned. “Neat, ain’t it? Cost me a fucking fortune. It’s the liner. The water is normal.” I took her down to the pool. Due to the reflection of the liner, the water resembled blood, which was the point.
“I’m obsessed,” she muttered.
I moved behind her, sliding my arms around her and cradling my chin on her neck. “Me too.”
Silence fell between us as we took in my confession. She gently stepped out of my arms and turned.
“Okay, I’d like a few hours of sleep at least, so let’s get this livestream over.”
“Right, yeah.”
I went inside and grabbed my phone and a stand. On my way back, I turned the hot tub on. I looked around but didn’t see Evie anywhere. A shred of panic settled around me, and I called her name. Her head popped up from inside the pool, and I jumped. She laughed as she swam over to the ledge and climbed out. My shirt clung to her curves, sending my mind to depraved places.
“I had to see for myself.”
“How’s the burn?” I asked, reaching for her arm. He’d landed the cherry on one of her tattoos.
“It stings, but I’ll be fine.” She winced.
I held up my phone and nodded toward the bubbling hot tub.
“Get in. I’ll set this up.”
I watched as she climbed into the hot tub, dressed in just my shirt. My cock wept, but the idea of fucking her in a place that wasn’t entirely special for me felt...wrong. I wasn’t going to waste one of my times in the fucking hot tub.
She was worth more than that. Evie wasn’t some cheap lay.
I set the stand at the edge and climbed in with her. The hot water felt great on my sore muscles. I sank low and then popped back up.
“Okay, so we’ll get on camera for a bit, do some flirty Q&A stuff, and we need to mention that we’re so tired because after the premiere, we came here and have been hanging out all night. Got it?” I turned back to her.
She gave me a thumbs-up, and I pushed the timer to go live. I leaned back to rest on the seat next to her.
