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133 pages, ebook
First published January 10, 2020
I cracked open like a crème brûlée and inside I was all warm, gooey, sweetness. I was heat. I was pleasure. I was beautiful and ugly and delicious. I was coming apart and whole at once.
He held me tight, sat back on his calves, lifted me with him. Easy as pie. Like I weighed nothing. And then I was astride him, riding him. What had begun as some kind of tribute to a sleek, 80s music video became hungry, messy.
Michael gripped my hips and worked me, pounded into me, so our bodies thundered together and each crash as he filled me, completely, brought stars to my eyes. My head lolled back as his hand slid down to my ass, held me tight, slowed me down.
"God damn, Sam. You're fucking killing me."
The growl of his voice. The desperate hold on his control. The way he looked at me through those long, black lashes, the ambrosial honey shining in the moonlight. Like he would devour me. Eat me whole. And I would thank him for the privilege.
The Cake King is a short novella, easy to read perfect if you want to spend some hours relaxing with a nice and delightful story.
Rosie Chase did a good job writing this story about Sam and Michael journey. They are two likeable characters and I wanted the best for them, I cheered for them to reach their happiness throughout the book.
“This was all just magic.
And Michael might be the Cake King but I wasn’t a princess.”
“Hi,” I said. “I’m Sam. I’m a baker.”
Why I said my profession in addition to my name, why I said I’m a baker and not a friend, why I said anything other than my name was a mystery to me. It’s just what came out. Apparently, it was how I self-identified.”