Page 25 of Recipe for Temptation (Madewood Brothers 4)

She grabbed the cushion for balance when her inner muscles shuddered.

He grunted behind her. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Two quick pumps and he bellowed, his pelvis flush against her ass as he convulsed inside her.

Long moments later, when they had both steadied themselves and their breaths weren’t as heavy and staggered, he pulled out and stepped away.

She was suddenly cold, empty, and it reminded her how much she felt this way every day. Void of a real connection. A connection that was more than just about sex.

She had that connection with Cole. Even before they’d had sex, they were connected, whether they’d wanted to admit it or not. They had…something. And it was exactly that something that got her out of bed each morning. The thing that kept her satisfied, even though she was alone. Because she knew, if she really needed to, she could call him, and he’d be there. Even if it was only to open a jar of pickles.

Which made it even more important for this thing between them to be kept a secret. The less people knew, the easier it would be for them to slip back into their normal roles when they returned home.

Eventually, the only proof she’d have of their fling was her memories. So she was going to spend the rest of their time making them as memorable as possible.

…

As he watched Penn bend to pick up her robe and slip it over her shoulders, Cole felt alive. More carefree and light. Maybe even stood a little taller, straighter. All because he’d just fucked the woman of his dreams. And he’d fucked her real good.

In his thirty-two years on this planet he’d never felt so good about himself. Never had he thought having sex with Penn would be the elixir to his life-long bad mood.

However, last night and again this morning, she’d pushed him much too close to the boundaries he’d welded into place a long time ago. Penn had a dirty mouth… And he liked it. Which was a hell of a surprise. With her, it was somehow intimate. Trusting.

She’d dipped into frightening territory, bringing back a flood of memories from his childhood he’d kept hidden, suppressed. But she was opening his eyes to a new world, to a new way of looking at

his past, which somehow made it less damaging.

“We should get to breakfast,” she said as she brushed past him, but he grabbed her arm and twirled her around.

He might not be able to give her what she wanted in bed, but he could definitely give her his athleticism.

“I want to be there for everything on that itinerary.” He pressed his body against hers. His cock, still hanging out of his shorts, pressed against her stomach. “It’s a good way to scope out the competition so we can win that trophy.”

That was a good save. A great save. She’d be surprised to find out he wanted to spend time with her and her family. But no one was more surprised than him.

It made him feel like shit. Vivian had given him the very best family imaginable, and he was grateful each and every day for her generosity and love. Spending time with the Fosters felt like cheating. But this… This was a chance to pretend he was the star of his own after-school special. To erase his own childhood.

She crossed her arms over her chest. “I honestly didn’t think you’d care.”

She was giving him the challenge face. That sexy I-dare-you look that never failed to get his cock erect. At home, he didn’t have the luxury of doing anything about that face—of testing just how far she’d be willing to take it. But here, he had every opportunity to challenge her right back. They just needed to make sure there was no one around to witness their exploits. The last thing he needed was a tabloid scandal.

“I do care.” He swiped his finger down her chest and pulled aside the robe, exposing her cleavage. He couldn’t deny it. He missed it—her cleavage. Her wholesome family attire left too much to his imagination.

“I miss these. You’re not dressing nearly naked enough for my liking.” He pulled the fabric even farther, exposing one entire breast. She gasped, stumbling back until her legs pressed against the couch.

She cocked her head and rolled her eyes. “My family doesn’t want to see my cleavage.”

“But I do.” He leaned in and sniffed her neck. God, he loved her scent. Clean, flowery, but not overpowering.

She shook her head. Her tongue peeked out and wiped across the swollen, most beautiful lips he’d ever seen. “They don’t know about my tattoo.”

“So you’re hiding it.” His mind flashed back to the night before, and to the night of Sterling’s bachelorette party when he’d seen the boudoir photos of a semi-nude Penn.

She shook her head again, refusing to look him in the eye.

“Why do you let them put you in a box? Here, you’re almost nothing like you are at home.” It made no sense at all. She was perfect. Successful. Beautiful, inside and out. How could she not want her family to see every part of that?

Finally, she met his gaze, determination washing over her face. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Yes, you do.” He smiled. Satisfaction at being right coursed through him. But he wasn’t going to push.

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