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“Maybe I should make a T-shirt with that saying on it. Sell it on my merch store.” I laugh when she rolls her eyes.
“Even on a day off you can’t help but talk business.” She’s teasing me.
“Take my advice, baby. Just jump.”
With a sigh she walks/hops over to the middle of the pool, the pavement no doubt hot on her feet. She sends me a look, holds her nose with her fingers, and jumps into the water.
I swim over to her so I’m directly in front of her when she pops out of the water, her dark hair slicked back from her face, water droplets clinging to her long eyelashes. She blinks at me, treading water, her shoulders dotted with goose bumps.
“You are cold,” I murmur before I slip my arms around her waist. “Want me to warm you up?”
She kisses me before she ducks underwater for a second, swimming away from me. “Catch me if you can!”
I launch myself after her and catch her easily. Though she doesn’t put up much of a fight, willingly letting me press her up against the tiled wall in the shallow end, her arms going around my neck the moment my mouth finds her.
“I wanna fuck you in this pool,” I murmur against her lips long kiss-filled minutes later, my hand in the front of her panties.
“We need a condom,” she murmurs back, her hand brushing against my cock.
“I’ll pull out.” I flick her clit, satisfaction humming in my veins when she wraps her legs around my hips, anchoring herself to me.
“Don’t start that talk. That’s how accidental pregnancies happen,” she chastises.
Damn it, she’s right.
“Then let’s just feel each other up for a little bit.” I tug at the waistband of her bottoms, trying to take them off.
She gently shoves me, freeing herself so she can swim away from me. “I’d rather swim.”
Feeling dejected, I watch as she swims around the pool, laughing when she sees the disappointment on my face. I’m over it fast, though. We’ve got all the time in the world.
And I’ll get my turn. I’ll fuck her hard tonight. To the point that she’ll be begging for more of my dick.
Wouldn’t be the first time.
CHAPTER35
SCARLETT
We took a day off only for Tate to jump back into work headfirst the next morning, leaving first thing for the studio and not coming back until late at night. I spent the majority of my day making content, filming all day long so I’ll have enough to post over the next week or so.
My follower-count growth hasn’t slowed down. If anything, it’s ramped up. I’m gaining so many followers across all my social media, it’s still a little unbelievable. I know a lot of that is thanks to me being with Tate, but I’d also like to think I have something to do with it as well.
The comments on my posts are always positive. Always encouraging. Yes, there are a lot of questions about Tate, but I always try to give as much information as I can about him. Us.
There are haters too, of course. The more popular you are, the more criticism comes your way. I choose not to read those comments. Or watch the negative posts made about us.
And there are a lot of them.
A couple of days after Tate found out “Red” hit number one, he comes back to the house in the late afternoon, a big grin on his face when he walks into the kitchen. I’m sitting at the kitchen counter on my laptop, pleased to see that he’s back earlier than normal.
“I booked a late-night talk show,” he announces.
“Oh, wow.” I shut my laptop, smiling at him. “Which one?”
When he says the name, I’m even more impressed. “That’s a big deal!”
“I know, but it’s a live one. Well, they end filming about an hour before it’s broadcast. Simon pulled some strings and got me on Monday night’s episode. He was able to get me on there because of the single going number one. He wants me to talk about the upcoming album,” Tate explains.
