Sinfully Delicious Baking Novels & Stories

My fingers traced the line of his jaw, memorizing it, feeling the heat of his skin, the tension in his muscles. “You’re still beautiful,” I whispered, voice weak but earnest. “Even when you’re angry. Even when you’re… dangerous.” He stiffened, but a small, almost imperceptible smile touched his lips. “Beautiful? That’s the last thing I’d call myself.” “I see it,” I said. “The man behind the mask. The one I’ve always known. And I… I need you. Always.” His hand cupped my face, thumb brushing my cheekbone. “And I need you, Rafe. Always. But this… this world we live in… it doesn’t forgive. It doesn’t forget. And I… I don’t forgive easily.”

His father was not at home but I knew Damien was inside. “What the fuck is going on?” I heard Damien's voice behind me and when I saw him, the already planned lines I had prepared to tell him disappeared from my head completely. I forgot why I was even there. He was sweaty and shirtless, and the whole thing reminded me of the session we had… the way he had held me down with those strong arms as he had pounded orgasm after orgasm out of me. I had been drunk the first time I had seen him but right now, with clear eyes, I could see what a beautiful specimen he was with his broad chest and sculptured torso. His trouser was hanging lowly on his hip and it was driving me crazy.

Zoey's POV The bakery smelled indecently good—like butter and sugar had teamed up to remind every adult that happiness is way simpler than we like to admit. The display case gleamed with perfectly aligned rows of pastries, like someone had organized indulgence with a ruler. I was sitting at a table with Mia and Madeline.

Devine’s gaze lingered on her, dark and unrelenting, as she munched on the cannoli he had made just for her. He swallowed hard, struggling to tame the pleasure burning through him. This woman was going to be the death of him—if not by driving him insane, then by killing him with those delicate hands. She looked so damn innocent, sitting there, nibbling on her dessert with her bare hands. His thoughts strayed to their last moment in the kitchen. The way she had dropped to her knees, taken Daddy’s cock like a good girl, her lips stretching around him with such desperate hunger, while those delicate fingers worked beautifully on his cock.

POV: Heather The first thing I noticed was his scent, his amazing scent that simply knocks me off my feet, making me go senseless instantly. You know that delicious scent of freshly baked bread that is just coming out of the oven? That amazing scent that makes you crave for fresh bread every fucking minute. That’s how he scents, and for a lover of pastry like me, believe me when I say that I’m craving it right now. And it’s not just the bread and doughnuts kind of pastry, it’s this guy that has pinned me down in a compromising position, looking at me so strangely. Only his eye on me is making me squirm in desire, it’s just as if he cast a spell on me.

“Uh... Yes, but... If what Millie wants is chocolate, then...” “Put these three flavors on the cake.” Massimo said to the baker, making a wide smile spread across her face, as he took his own piece of that tasting cupcake “You're right, Millie, this is really good.” “Thank you again for your trust in my company, Mr. Bianchi. I guarantee it will be the most beautiful and delicious cake that High Society has ever seen.” The woman hummed, euphorically “Oh, and please accept some more of the tasting slices I have here. It’s a gift from me to your lovely little daughter.”

"Yeah, nobody wants to think about work all the time." "What can I get for you ladies?" "Christine wants a hot chocolate, Addie wants an Apple Tart, and I'll take a cup of coffee and a piece of that chocolate cake." I point to something that says Seven Deadly Sins in front of it. This kind of chocolate is right up my alley. "Want ice cream with it?" "Nah, too cold." I glance outside the bakery, noticing most of the snow from the weekend has either melted or been worn away by the cars and foot traffic. They're calling for more over the next few weeks though, and it's definitely cold enough.

A nosy mom is sometimes all you need to feel like you're living a double life. Grabbing some baking essentials from the kitchen cupboard, I find baking tins and preheat the oven. With a diligent curiosity to turn the cake into something my boyfriend will appreciate, I start working on my new baked masterpiece. When I finish baking the cake, I prepare to chill it before icing it. In the back of my mind, I know I want to write a cheesy phrase that gets a chuckle out of him. Below the basic birthday greeting, I write with the piping bag, 'My darling, I hope your nice butt gets bigger every year.'

I don’t know if that is still part of my job because I know they have many housemaids here but if he wants me to do it then I will. “Your job is to keep my room clean and also satisfies me.” “Then I am done? Your room is clean and you are satisfied with how it turns out, right?” “Witty, woman. Feisty and witty. I like you,” he blurted out which made me roll my eyes. "Do you know how to bake? Mommy and my sister are downstairs baking. Do you want to join?" he suddenly asked. "Me?" He nodded. "Yes, why? I am sure you know how to bake. Can you take my part? Family bonding is their thing and it is happening again. I promise to pay you for taking my part. Will you? I know you would."

No sir. I take a glass from the cupboard to pretend; I open the refrigerator door, and there it is, the most delicious dessert I have ever seen, it is not as tasty as the tres leches cake, but a sweet is sweet. I place the glass on the internal shelf, I take a spoon out of my pocket and open the box to proceed to grab a good portion, and I take it to my mouth. "Mmm," I moan as soon as the sweet taste of tiramisu makes contact with my taste buds. Not caring about the fuss Al will make, I take another spoonful and pop it into my mouth. "Mmm, God!"