She rolled her eyes. “/Everything/ turns you on. I just got you off and you’re turned on again. Be still.” She washed his chest and made him kneel up so she could wash /all/ of his front, then pushed gently. “Rinse that off and get out, you insatiable wolf.”
“Teenage boy, remember? The wind could change and I’d be turned on. Plus, you’re naked and wet, so…yeah.” He grinned and shrugged helplessly, puffing out his chest to push forwards, hips jerking slightly, before saluting with a crooked smile. “Yes, ma’am!”
She couldn’t help laughing at him, chasing the bottle to the edge of the enormous tub and climbing out. Deliberately she threw a towel at him and wrapped herself up primly in another one. She just /knew/ if they watched each other dry off they would get distracted again, so she went back into the master bedroom instead and pulled on a red tiedye dress made of light fabric when she was finished.