We had a lot of request for the recipe for the slutty brownies that Matt and Erica made in the sexy scene in the kitchen.
Here is the excerpt for you:
“All right, so show me how to make the delicious brownies, and promise me that they’re completely calorie free. I’m trying to watch my girlish figure.” I shook my head like I had flowing hair and enjoyed the sly smile on her face far more than I should have.
“Let’s just go on a run tomorrow morning and we’ll be set.” She bent over to pull a pan from under the cabinet, giving me a great view of her rear.
“You should go change. Get out of your work clothes and put on something comfortable.” I moved up to the counter and took the pan from her. “Tell me what to do and I’ll get the dessert going.”
“You haven’t changed yet.” Her eyes moved across me, leaving me to feel more exposed than I thought possible. My need to run was driving through me at breakneck speed, but the promise of having a little bit of fun with someone I’d fantasized as mine wasn’t going to let me take one step in the opposite direction. I was stuck. Time to own it.
“I’ll change in a minute. Go do what I told you to do.” I nodded toward the bedroom and smiled. “Brownies in the bottom or cookies go down first?”
She handed me the log of cookie dough. “This first, then you lay down the Oreos across the cookie dough. Then mix the brownies up in a bowl and pour them over. I’ll turn the oven on. Don’t get burned.”
“Hardy-Har.” I watched her go and got busy on making the dessert. It’d been a long time since I’d spent the evening with someone I wanted to bed. Four years to be exact. I was fine with my withdrawal from women up to that point. It suddenly seemed like far too long to go without, or maybe it was just something about Erica.
She returned a few minutes later in a t-shirt that fell off the side of her shapely shoulder and a pair of yoga pants. My body hardened in all the right places as I let myself imagine the idea of running my hands all over her and memorizing every sweet curve.
“My turn?” I walked past her as she bent over and opened the oven.
“Yeah. These look great. I’m surprised. Most men can’t follow directions to save their lives.”
I glanced back and stifled a groan. The woman was beyond perfect. Why was I worried about giving myself over to her again? Right, she’d quickly own me, and I’d not want to come up for a breath.
“I’m not most men.” I turned the corner and walked down the hall. “Mind if I use your bedroom?”. . .
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