Prodigal Daughter
Copyright© 2025 by DB86
Chapter 22
Elise bent over to pick up the roller at the exact moment Marshall walked into the room.
“Elise! What on Earth are you doing?”
She jerked upright, splattering paint from the roller onto the newspaper she’d laid down—and onto her leg.
Her panties had ridden up, and she could definitely feel it. Trying for nonchalance, she turned around and gave Marshall a dazzling smile.
“Duh. I’m painting.”
“In your underwear?” he asked, voice pitched unusually high. His cheeks turned a deep shade of red.
And he had an erection. Not that she’d been looking.
But ... well, it kind of announced itself.
“I didn’t want to ruin more of my clothes,” she explained, gesturing down at herself. “These are just plain, practical underwear. Cheap stuff. If I get paint on them, it’s no big deal. Honestly, I could buy, like, two dozen of this bra and panties set for what my ruined top cost.”
“Justin’s with my grandparents,” Marshall said, stiffly. “They’ll bring him back before you leave.”
“Okay.”
He didn’t say anything else, and Elise hoped he wouldn’t. She already felt flushed—and not just from the heat of the room. That bulge in his jeans wasn’t helping matters.
Marshall cleared his throat. “I’m going to give you a quick Painting 101 lesson. Then, I’ve got work to finish up. But tonight, after dinner, I’m going to suggest Justin stays at my grandparents’ for dessert ... so we can have some time to ourselves. Unless you tell me no.”
Before she could answer, he stepped closer, moved his hands to the small of her back, and kissed her.
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