Recipe for Temptation - Gina Gordon Page 0,25

fuck him? Oh, yes. She’d wanted to do that since the day she’d walked into Bistro for her very first interview.

She shivered again as he circled her clit. Her pleasure increased with each soft swipe of his finger and when he slipped two inside her, she groaned and shook in his arms. Fuck, who was she kidding? She didn’t need dirty talk. She didn’t need to play some coy little game. His thumb continued its assault on her clit while he slowly, surely, brought her closer and closer to reaching the pinnacle.

She had no idea sex with Cole would be so explosive.

She needed to soak it up. Savor it. Revel in it. Get in as many dirty minutes with him as she could, because as soon as they set foot in Toronto, they would go back to being just friends, and the walls he’d built up between them, the same walls that disappeared a little every time they were intimate, would once again leave her in the dark.

Which was exactly why she couldn’t give this man any more than her body.

She walked them over to one of the chairs in front of the sliding glass doors. A gentle breeze blew into the room, cooling her down from the heat of his kisses. He whipped her around to face outside and wasted no time tearing off her robe.

He placed his hand on her lower back and guided her to bend down. She braced her palms on the seat of the chair. She looked over her shoulder and spread her legs, letting him know she was ready. Willing. Wanting exactly what he was pulling out of his shorts.

The water crashed in front of them. Palm trees swayed and birds chirped. The surroundings were romantic. Beautiful. It was the complete opposite soundtrack for the out-of-this-world sex going on in the room.

Cole grabbed on to her hair with one hand and the other grasped her bottom. He squeezed hard, and with the strength of his grip, he was also opening her up, exposing the one spot she’d never given up. But she knew if Cole suddenly switched gears, she’d be on board.

“Condom,” he grunted.

She felt the loss of him immediately when cool air settled over her bare bottom. But he was back to her in no time, the condom wrapper already open and falling to the floor before he reached her.

When he was sheathed, he thrust inside her, hard and fast. Sweat broke out across her skin as pleasure built higher and higher with every one of his strokes. He pulled her hair and her head snapped up. She lifted one foot and placed it on the seat cushions. The change in angle was exactly what she needed to tip over the edge. A few more thrusts and she was soaring, tumbling into the vortex of an orgasm that tightened her entire body.

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