Page 106 of Suddenly Entwined

I laugh, flipping to another page. “You’re telling me you let me make that absolute monstrosity of a cake for the auction when you had the freaking talent to make something like this?”

He smirks. “But Natalie asked you.”

“Why on earth would she ask me when she knew you had this…this talent?”

He shrugs, setting all the food down on the coffee table.

“Don’t think it was about the cake. I think she just wanted you.”

There’s so much to unpack. Berg didn’t dare say a thing about his ability to decorate cakes because he knew it would make feel even worse about the way mine turned out. And Natalie included me in something that was important to her, even though I told her I had next to no baking skills. The MacMillanshave been including me in their family long before Berg and I declared ourselves ‘together’.

“That’s so sweet of her. I’m honoured.”

I return the precious albums away in their home and find my spot on the couch. Berg wasn’t lying when he said he never skips movie night. But I admire that about him. His commitment to the high and lows of supper, the traditions, the love. The scent of buttery popcorn permeates the air as he settles onto the couch next to me. I lift the blanket I’m cuddled beneath and he settles in next to me. My stomach squeezes when he presses a kiss to my temple.

He points the remote at the television. “Ready?”

The couch feels extra comfy in the dark with only the light of the television casting shadows on the living room walls. The house is so quiet as he cuddles up next to me, his arm around my shoulder. Berg presses play and I’m only half listening to the dialogue because he’s so warm and smells like his smoky shower gel. I shiver at the thought of those sweatpants that are snug in all the right places sliding down over his well sculpted butt and–

“Are you cold?” he whispers, still watching the television but clearly tuned into me enough to notice the slight movement.

More like hot. Very hot.

“Here,” he says, reaching behind us to snag another fleece blanket and shaking it out across my lap.

I’m roasting from the inside out as I imagine watching the movie from the comfort of Berg’s lap, being supported by those strong legs and leaning against his broad chest. But who’s gonnastop me? I set aside the popcorn bowl and scoot over, depositing myself directly in his lap.

Chapter thirty-five

Berg

“And what do you think you’re doing?” I ask Caro as she wiggles shamelessly in my lap.

“Getting comfy.”

“Is that so?”

I’ve been hard since the second we sat down.

“What? You’re not comfortable?”

I can’t see her face, but I can picture her coquettish expression as she teases me.

I hum, toying at the waistband of her soft sleep shorts. “Almost. I need to find a good place to put my hands.”

She giggles, leaning back against my chest.

My palms graze her nipples as I rest them over her breasts. “Hereis an option.”

Caro’s breathing picks up right away, her chest rising and falling beneath my hands.

I walk my fingers over ribs, slipping them under her tank top and dancing them over her smooth stomach. “But, this feels nice too…”

“Berg.” She squirms in my lap and I know she can feel my erection.

“Shh, watch the movie.”

I smile against her hair, breathing in that damn fruit scent of her shampoo as I reach into her shorts. When I stroke my index finger along her seam, it slides easily through her wetness and I groan.

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