Evan was on the couch when I got home, scrolling through his phone.
“Julian send the previews yet?” he asked, smiling when he saw me. “He said he’d have a few tonight.”
I kissed him quick and headed for the bathroom before he could pull me down. “Not yet. He said tomorrow.” My voice was steady. Between my legs Julian’s c*m was still warm, leaking into the thin panties I’d pulled on in the studio bathroom. I locked the door, hiked the sundress, and took the picture he’d demanded—thighs spread, his load visible and dripping—then sent it. The reply came before I’d even lowered the phone.
Good. Leave it. When he f***s you tonight, he’s sliding through me. Text me after. Every detail. Miss it and he gets the set before morning.
I washed my face, fixed the dress, and went back out. Evan pull
