Summer huffed and scolded, “Stop that! I’m going to wash you and then we’re going to get out because my toes are wrinkly!” She lifted a foot out of the water to show him, before chasing down the bottle of soap again. “Now be good or I’ll have to tie you up.”
“And still gorgeous,” he stated with a wink, before reaching to squeeze her toes, then running his fingers up past her ankles to curl around her knees. “Mmmm, is that a threat, or a promise? Because either way…well, it’s kind of turning me on?”
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.”