The next evening, the private pool shimmered under hanging lanterns, casting long shadows. Stiles stood waist-deep in the warm water, wearing nothing but a scrap of turquoise bikini that barely contained her curves. The fabric clung to her damp skin, leaving little to imagination.
Scott lounged on the edge, idly swirling a drink. "Still sore, sunshine?" he teased, eyes darkening as he watched water bead between her breasts. "Or just hungry for more?"




















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