Dangerous Tease (The Layton Family 3)

He looked perfect, exactly as she'd imagined that first night in Vegas. “Because I've been wanting to paint you since the moment I saw you and you've turned over a new, more adventurous leaf.”

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“God, what was I thinking?”

Her concern he was really hating it evaporated the moment she looked up and saw the teasing glint in his hazel eyes. For the past month, he'd let his guard down a little bit more each day, and not just with her; his whole family had noticed the change. He'd even ordered something different for dinner at Juanita's, surprising the waiter so much that he'd spilled a drink.

She snarled her lip, mocking his sour expression. “Stop complaining and puff out your chest a little more.”

Across the room, Sam stood in his bright-green boxers, one hand gripping a makeshift shield of a trashcan lid and the other holding a broom handle pointed out as if it were a spear. A ray of light landed on his head, turning his light-brown hair to the burnt sienna color that had first caught her eye in Vegas and matched the far wall. Perfect. She whipped the brush out of her mouth, dipped it in the paint on her palette and recreated the reddish hue in his hair.

Sam squinted his eyes and shifted his weight.

“You just had a break ten minutes ago, are you getting tired already?”

“Tired is not what I'm feeling.” He adjusted his stance again.

“Oh come on, the eggs weren't that undercooked.” But they had been a mess.

He shook his head. “Wrong again.”

Her gaze dropped lower to the outline of his fast-hardening cock pressing against his boxers. An answering heat filled her and her nipples puckered under the thin cotton T-shirt. Then the light moved a smidgen, returning her attention to the Spartan warrior in front of her. “Damn, that looks good but I only have this light for a little bit longer.”

“I'll give you fifteen minutes and then I'm going to extract revenge for making me stare at you dressed only in one of my old T-shirts for the past hour.”

It was true, the threadbare white cotton undershirt barely reached her thighs and did nothing to disguise her freely swinging tits. Sam's revenge sounded very sweet.

“Now that sounds like fun.”

“No, that sounds like your future.” Flashing a grin that promised many wicked things, Sam winked at Josie.

“I can't wait.”