Recipe for Temptation - Gina Gordon Page 0,34

do my…?” She gestured to her shoulders and the small part of her back that wasn’t covered.

“Sure.” He stepped forward, wanting direct contact with her body, but she moved away.

“PG-13, Murphy.” She gave him her back. “This is a family place.”

Did he mention he hated PG-13 movies? With Penn, his thoughts always went straight to a XXX rating.

But she was right. Where was his head? In public, they were just friends.

He squeezed out a hefty amount of sunscreen to spread across her shoulders and did so an arms-length away from her body. No one would mistake this for anything but a friendly gesture. He knew even the slightest brush of his cock against her ass and he’d be done for.

She helped him out by scooping up her hair and pulling it away from her neck. Christ. Even distance couldn’t stop his cock from responding. Her exposed nape tightened the front of his swim trunks. He suppressed the urge to bury his face in the crook of her neck and spend the rest of the afternoon scenting her.

“If you want to have proper coverage, you’re going to have to take off that dress,” he challenged.

She hesitated, looking from left to right. If she was looking for her family, the coast was clear. He hadn’t seen them all morning.

But she shook her head. “Maybe later.”

It was disappointing, but he understood. He was still the luckiest man here, because he was the only one who actually knew what was hiding underneath that fabric. That alone was enough to get him through the day.

Penn returned the favor and covered his body with sunscreen.

Now that they were both properly protected, she bent over and put the sunscreen in her bag, giving him a perfect view of her behind. It was only half covered by the bikini bottoms. The round flesh was tight, and she sported a fierce tan line from that hideous one-piece she’d worn all week.

“Is it bad that the only thing I can think of right now is smacking your ass?”

Cole stiffened. Did he really just say that? Out loud?

Penn had the same reaction because her entire body went still just before she looked over her shoulder, pressing one finger to her lips.

If this was how it was going to be when they got home, he was never going to be able to stop fucking her.

Cole watched as she slowly submerged herself into the water. The shallow end only came up to her belly button, so she kept going, finally diving under. When she emerged, he swore he saw stars and heard music—that slow, sultry movie music they always played when a sexy girl was in the water. He wanted her to turn around, damn it. To see how beautiful her face was when she thought no one was watching.

Of course, he wasn’t the only one staring at her. The guy to his left was pretending to read his book, but it had fallen over onto his lap. And the creep to his right, in an unsubtle move, pulled down his sunglasses to get a better look.

It made him hot knowing that every man within poking distance was jealous. That he got to have her. Every day. Any way he wanted.

At least until Saturday.

He lay in his lounger and soaked up the sun. He could get used to this. Not a care in the world. Sure, he loved his job. Loved creating delicious food for people’s enjoyment, including his own. But he needed to get out more. Not to work or program functions, but to real life. He needed to get himself a life totally apart from the Madewood food empire and his overwhelming need to save the children in his city from neglect and poverty.

“Get out of your head, Murphy.” Penn had waded to the side of the pool and set two drinks on the concrete. “Don’t make me drink alone.”

As usual, Penn was able to see the signs of his weariness.

But he couldn’t help but worry. Although if he was honest, he was pretty damn proud that he was able to push it aside for most of this trip. He could have been a basket case.

Penn got out of the pool and scooched beside him on the edge of the lounger, water dripping from the sundress.

“You worry too much.” She picked up a drink and thrust it toward him.

That, he did. But it was something he couldn’t help— He’d grown up worrying. Constantly. If he wasn’t worried about the safety of