| Author: | Emily Dickinson | ISBN: | 9781311578747 |
| Publisher: | Emily Dickinson | Publication: | June 5, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Emily Dickinson |
| ISBN: | 9781311578747 |
| Publisher: | Emily Dickinson |
| Publication: | June 5, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
Mya laughed out loud as Derek laid out a beach towel across their bed, his blue eyes twinkling as he smoothed out the wrinkles and strode back into their kitchen. “Whipped or Original?” He called out to her, a hint of mischievous anticipation flavoring his question as he waited for her response. Mya sighed and shook her head with a smile as she called back to him, “Oh I don’t know, surprise me!” “Okay, Whipped it is then!” Mya chuckled and sat back on their bed, her fingers playing with the fraying ends of the only beach towel they owned as she waited for Derek to return. When she had asked Derek what sort of cake he would like for her to make for him for his upcoming 29th birthday she had expected something more on the extreme chocolate side. The thought had never once crossed her mind that she was the intended dessert that he had in mind…
Mya had always enjoyed baking and since Derek had came into her life three years ago she had happily baked him whatever type of cake he desired for his special day. When he had smiled at her and said that he would like to lend a hand this time around Mya had expected to have another pair of hands helping her stir and prepare the ingredients she needed...not to find herself instead stripped to her black bra and panties with the intent of her taking the place of the cake.
Mya laughed out loud as Derek laid out a beach towel across their bed, his blue eyes twinkling as he smoothed out the wrinkles and strode back into their kitchen. “Whipped or Original?” He called out to her, a hint of mischievous anticipation flavoring his question as he waited for her response. Mya sighed and shook her head with a smile as she called back to him, “Oh I don’t know, surprise me!” “Okay, Whipped it is then!” Mya chuckled and sat back on their bed, her fingers playing with the fraying ends of the only beach towel they owned as she waited for Derek to return. When she had asked Derek what sort of cake he would like for her to make for him for his upcoming 29th birthday she had expected something more on the extreme chocolate side. The thought had never once crossed her mind that she was the intended dessert that he had in mind…
Mya had always enjoyed baking and since Derek had came into her life three years ago she had happily baked him whatever type of cake he desired for his special day. When he had smiled at her and said that he would like to lend a hand this time around Mya had expected to have another pair of hands helping her stir and prepare the ingredients she needed...not to find herself instead stripped to her black bra and panties with the intent of her taking the place of the cake.
