The sight of a beautiful, naked Amy sliding her finger into her mouth gave Sam a little jolt, she saw. The front of his jeans instantly appeared fuller. “What have you got baby?” he asked, feigning nonchalance and failing. His eyes had taken on a predatory gleam. “Chocolate sauce.” He quirked his eyebrow. “I stole it from Janie.” Sam’s mouth twisted. “That’s Janie’s homemade chocolate sauce?” “Yup.” “She’s going to kill you,” he said as he crossed the threshold. “At least I’ll die happy,” she responded with a devilish grin.