Page 76 of The Truth of Our Secrets

“That’s a wok and we could use it but grab the stainless steel one instead.” He nods toward a different cupboard. He could ridicule me for not knowing my way around my kitchen, but he doesn’t.

When I hand him the shiny pan, he beams at me as if I’ve accomplished something.

“Should we add any extras like garlic, onion, or peppers?”

“Let’s keep it simple this time and maybe add things next time. Besides, garlic breath doesn’t go with kissing.” I stir the meat, hiding my smile.

“You’d love it.” He sends me an air kiss. He’s right and now I’m hard thinking about after dinner.

When I glance at Madyson, she’s smiling behind her book. Her stares might be less obvious if her book weren’t upside down. I nudge Emmet and point with my chin.

He bites his lip, holding in a laugh.

It turns out that sauteing is pretty simple and garlic bread is just bread with butter and garlic powder. Not rocket science.

Emmet’s hands are on my waist with his chin on my shoulder and he watches me sprinkle the garlic.

“Not too much.” His fingers flex and the contact goes straight to my cock.

“You think there will be after dinner activities?” I tease, turning in his arms.

“I’m hoping.” He holds up his hands to show me. “Fingers crossed.”

“Madyson.” I raise my voice.

She’s in the kitchen with the speed of an Olympic runner. “Yeah?”

“Does your plan include kissing after dinner?” I pull Emmet flush to my body and take her mouth.

She hums in response.

“Kiss him.” I put enough space between us for her. Emmet leans in and their kiss is electric. My cock’s going to have a zipper imprint.

A timer goes off and Emmet swears, “Fucking cock-blocking pasta.” He slips from our embrace and I immediately miss him.

“You did such a great job,” Madyson says, spinning in my arms.

“It was all Emmet. I wouldn’t have been able to do it without his very specific instructions.” I kiss the tip of her nose as I watch him drain the pasta. His muscles ripple under his Henley.

“I’m happy you gave him a chance,” she whispers, standing on her toes so he doesn’t hear.

“Me too,” I say directly into her ear.

“I am pretty great.” Emmet chuckles and raises his eyebrows.

“Nooooo.” Madyson puts her hands up like a shield in front of her. “We can’t have two Alecs.”

“Oh, I’m so much better than him.” Emmet stalks the few steps to us. “I’ll fuck both of you.”

“Jesusfuckingchrist,” I murmur.

“Tell me that doesn’t put me a step above him,” he demands.

“So far ahead of him,” I agree and grab the back of his neck to bring his mouth to mine.

“We could skip dinner,” Madyson suggests, palming both our cocks.

“Nope, we’ll sit down to eat like civilized adults and then we can get depraved.” Emmet reaches for the tray of bread and pops it in the oven.

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