Chapter 6“You’re not serious.”
“Deadly.”
Cole watched Brady strip out of his shirt, dropping it onto their bed before going for his belt buckle. His skin rippled with the newly etched muscles he’d been working on. Cole didn’t want to think about painting. He wanted to drop to his knees and worship every inch of Brady’s body.
“Well?” Brady was trying to look mean and annoyed, but a smile kept pulling at his lips. “You wanted to ace this project, right? Stop standing around and looking like I just suggested you paint the Golden Gate.”
“I don’t know why you think this is such a good idea. If we do this, you have to go on display. With all the other projects. For hours.” He paused when Brady pushed his jeans down his well-toned legs. His brain always short-circuited a little at the sight o
