Sweet Afternoons Novels & Stories

If he wanted, he could make a killing as a runway model, though I doubted he’d ever do anything so “basic” He returned less than five minutes later with Sweet Tooth’s signature pink-and-golden cake box tucked beneath one arm. He dumped it in my lap, snapped his umbrella closed, and reversed out of the parking spot without so much as blinking. “Do you ever smile?” I asked, peeking inside the box to make sure they hadn’t messed up the order. Nope. One Strawberry Shortcake Cheesecake, coming right up. “It might help with your condition.” “What condition?” Peter sounded bored.

CHAPTER 147 — THE DESSERTS AND THE STRANGER MAYA’S POV I shouldn’t have smiled, but I did. Grace stood by the dessert table like she owned the entire catering setup. Her white apron was dusted with powdered sugar, her hair pulled into a loose bun that let a few curls fall around her face. Even from across the room, I could smell the faint sweetness of vanilla mixed with her perfume — something light, like gardenia and rain. The table beside her looked like a painting: éclairs lined in perfect rows, strawberry tarts glistening under the lights, and towers of macarons that looked too pretty to eat.

she begged. I didn't have time to dig deeper before she smashed our lips together. Those soft, silky lips devoured me. Burning me from the inside and I couldn't stop it, I didn't want to. Snaking my hand around her waist and pulling her flush against me as I tugged on her bottom lip, colliding my tongue with hers. The taste of strawberry daiquiri tickling my taste buds from the sweetness she emits. It was euphoric, my brain, a mess with only thoughts of her as our lips danced together. A gentle slow dance that heated and turned into something sensual.

He was so near that she now smelled his sweet perfume , the body perfume which was now making her become weaker and to make it worse with the position they were in she realized that his chest was resting on one of her breasts . Author's note To be continued ............

So far, I am not in a position to ask. I straightened up when I noticed Franco approaching me again. “Would you like to go for a walk?” I agreed to his offer. We walked until we reached the banana farm. Franco inspected the trays of only ripe bananas before taking one to peel. “Taste it. That’s one of the sweetest fruits here in San Felipe.” I took a small bite. I was no longer surprised by its sweetness and softness. Suddenly I wanted to take a pick for Clarence. “Are you tired?” he asked me in a low voice.

Once we got home, Lorenzo pressed me against the wall and kissed me with impatient hunger. The scent of cigars mixed with another woman's perfume hit me hard, almost making me gag. I pulled away. "I don't feel well. I want to take a shower." Lorenzo lowered his voice at once. "Alright. I'll warm some milk for you. Before you sleep, I'll give you a massage." His phone rang. He glanced at the screen, and a flicker of conflict crossed his face.

"I don't need it. You can have it." Yarick shook his head, insisting Wendy take the candy. Left with no other choice, Wendy unwrapped the candy and popped it into her mouth. The moment she did, Yarick's smile widened. "Don't you feel better now?" Wendy took Yarick to another room and put on some cartoons for him. After closing the door, she sat with Giselle and Emma. "Wendy, aren't you going to call Sebastian?" Giselle asked. "There's no need," Wendy replied calmly.

We obviously weren't dressed right for the location so we had our ice-cream to go along with some honey muffins and candy for later. I'll have to work extra time in the gym to burn all this sugar but for now, it was worth every calorie. Adrian drove us to the beach side and we sat there, under the moonlight eating ice-cream and munching on muffins. Everything was perfect. “I wish our lives didn't have to be this complicated.” I sighed. “Me too,” Adrian said, we looked at eachother and the sea seemed to fade away. He leaned in for a kiss and I allowed him entrance, oh how I've missed the taste of his mouth.

"You are the most gorgeous pregnant woman Mrs. Samaniego and I love you so much!" I couldn't be happier. He had me and he was mine for life. Our obsession for each other gave fire to our relationship. We always thought about each other all the time. I was is confident that I didn't need to seduce him but I wanted to. It gave me a kind of high knowing that Trevor always found me beautiful and desirable though I felt ugly now that I was pregnant again. I rejected him and he gave me a sweet revenge which led us to this sweet and blissful life. Our ugly past ended into a happy ever after.

"Well, if you haven't eaten, I don't mind whipping up a few things with the leftover ingredients. It won't take long." Kevan set the fruit platter down and started to move toward the kitchen. "It's alright, no need!" Wendy hurriedly stopped him. "I'm on a diet. I'll just steam a sweet potato later." As soon as sweet potatoes were mentioned, Aster smacked his lips and said, "Daddy's candied sweet potatoes are so delicious! They're soft and coated with a layer of sweet sugar. Ah, I want them now!" Wendy had long given up on such calorie-packed treats. But Aster's description tempted her a bit.