Fake It Till You Bake It Quotes

“She tightened her inner muscles around him, feeling his swift inhalation of breath at the movement. Then his magical fingers joined the action at her clit.
“Oh, my God.” Jada could no longer concentrate. Could no longer maintain that careful, measured rhythm. She could only feel as the storm raged through her as she raced toward the end.
She yelped in surprise when Donovan flipped them. Never stopping the glorious motion of his hips, he guided her leg over his hip and amazingly reached deeper inside her with an expert thrust. She held on for the ride, the sparks flying high and bright throughout her entire body, as his pace quickened. He rolled his hips, pressing against her clit, and his mouth swallowed her cry as she fell headlong over the edge.
At her encouragement, he pistoned a few more times, shocking another climax out of her before finally throwing his head back in a hoarse shout as an orgasm claimed him.”
― Jamie Wesley, Fake It Till You Bake It

“New flames built inside her. He swiped a tongue down her sensitive folds once, twice before returning to her clit.
Jada cried out, her throat arching. Aching.
He didn’t stop.
Not when she pleaded. Not when she begged. Thank God. She panted for more. Implored him to release her from this torture. To keep going. He took his cues from her, alternating between slowing and quickening the pace of his fingers and tongue as she responded. “Yes. Like that. Please. Donovan.”
She looked down as he looked up. The expression on his face dazzled her. Determined. Intense. Focused on her. Making sure she was taken care of. Turned on. Wild. “Anything you want, baby.”
He lowered his head and continued to feast on her like she was a banquet. Strong glides of his tongue were followed by slower swirls. Right when she was about to explode, he gentled his touch. The torture continued until she couldn’t take it anymore. “Donovan,” she pleaded. “I…can’t…”
“I got you, baby.”
A gentle squeeze of her clit with his teeth and she soared over the edge, tumbling straight down into the abyss.”
― Jamie Wesley, Fake It Till You Bake It

“And you’re not angry with me?” She searched his eyes for the truth.
“I’ve found that anger is usually a manifestation of hurt. For me, anyway.”
― Jamie Wesley, Fake It Till You Bake It

“People still watch TV?”
“Yeah. And they stream. Which extends the time people can get worked up and want to express their very important opinions on a variety of social media platforms, which then catch the attention of media outlets, who report on it, extending the life of the scandal.”
― Jamie Wesley, Fake It Till You Bake It

“You could knock her down, but she would always get back up,”
― Jamie Wesley, Fake It Till You Bake It

“Nope.” That was her story, and she was sticking to it like Ariana Grande did with her ponytail.”
― Jamie Wesley, Fake It Till You Bake It

“You bring joy and love to my life. I love your supposed imperfections. I should have told you I believe in you, and I want you to do the same. I should have told you that you have so much to offer to the world, and I want a front row seat to your continued blossoming.”
― Jamie Wesley, Fake It Till You Bake It

“I love how you make me feel so much, and you made me realize I don’t want to go through life thinking that financial success is all that matters, because it’s not. You saved my business, but more importantly, you saved me.”
― Jamie Wesley, Fake It Till You Bake It

“Don’t be. It’s not your fault that you tilt my equilibrium off its axis. Every day, I try to figure out how I’m going to handle it. I’m not like you. I like spreadsheets and SWOT analyses. Every day, I fight my instincts.”
― Jamie Wesley, Fake It Till You Bake It

“If you insist on ‘exposing us’,” Donovan said, his voice hard as ice, using air quotes, “we’ll have to do some exposing of our own. Certain people, like network executives, probably aren’t too keen on their employees engaging in blackmail. Besides, Jada is beloved. You know it, and I know it. I’m sure her fans would love to fill your Twitter mentions with all kinds of creative replies if they knew what you were attempting to do.”
“You have no proof of blackmail.” Lila’s eyes spat fire.
Jada held up a manicured index finger. “Oh, but I do. You know how you kept calling and leaving messages? Silly me, I thought you were asking me to do interviews. Which you were, I guess, technically. I finally got around to listening to the voice mails.”
She wrinkled her nose, “Wow. Really creative vocabulary you have there, Lila. That last voice mail was quite a doozy. I wasn’t expecting the threats about how you were going to destroy me, how you were going to leak damaging rumors about me, how you’d been behind a lot of the hate I received online with bot accounts.” Jada grimaced. “Ugly stuff. You sounded drunk or high when you admitted that, so you might not remember saying all that, but you did.”
Jada kept her gaze trained squarely on Lila. She ignored John’s gasp.
Lila’s already pale skin turned ghastly white. “I don't know what you’re talking about.”
Jada sniffed. “Oh, I think you do. Really, I’d hate for those messages to fall into the wrong hands.”
Lila sneered, her veneer finally cracking. “You wouldn’t dare. You’re a spoiled, rich girl. You don’t have the balls.”
The courage of her convictions swept through Jada. “Keep telling yourself that.”
Jada turned to the other member of the blackmailing crew. “As for you, John, I’m sure people would love to know their perfect Mr. America has slid into the DMs of no less than three contestants from My One and Only with a woe-is-me story, trying to get back together with them, all at the same time.” Jada snapped her fingers. “Did I forget to mention I ended my social media hiatus to check my DMs? I do so love it when women have each other’s backs.”
Jada gave the cowards a moment to respond. When none came, she offered up the kill shot. “If none of that reasoning convinces you, and I can't imagine why it wouldn’t, please remember this spoiled, rich girl has a billionaire grandmother who loves her very, very much. If I tell her what you both attempted to do to me, she will ruin both your lives, barely lifting a finger. Contrary to what you believe, Lila, I don't make idle threats. I suggest you both slink away and forget you ever knew my name.”
― Jamie Wesley, Fake It Till You Bake It

“She was a lucky, lucky woman. Scrumptious brown skin she couldn’t wait to taste. Soft swirls of black hair covered hard pecs. The hair tapered in the most intriguing way into a line that went down his well-defined abs to his waist.
She’d given her compliments to the chef earlier. But if good, healthy cooking led to those abs, she hadn’t given the woman her due enough. Her mouth watered with the desire to follow his happy trail to the promised land with her mouth. Soon. Very soon.”
― Jamie Wesley, Fake It Till You Bake It

“Are you okay? Did that dickwad do or say something out of pocket to you?”
Her eyes slid open. “Dickwad?” she murmured. “Have you been watching Animal House or some other raunch com or something from the eighties? Or the nineties?”
― Jamie Wesley, Fake It Till You Bake It

“Jada and Donovan’s chemistry is off the chain. No wonder she left Dr. John in the dust. Where can I find my own Donovan, a man who’s not afraid to show his softer side and let us know how much he appreciates his woman?”
Jada snorted. “Of course, you’d read a tweet praising you.”
“Kinda hard not to. There are so many of them.”
― Jamie Wesley, Fake It Till You Bake It

“There’s been some speculation that Donovan is dating you to get a better contract with the Knights,” she continued.
Fury rose in Donovan so fast it damn near obscured his vision. A loud guffaw stopped him from setting Kayla so straight she’d never look askance again.
Jada slapped her hand on the table. “Are you serious right now? He’s dating me to get a better contract? That would be a big fat hell no. He’s the most upstanding man I’ve ever met and the last person to ever do something so underhanded. He didn't even know who I was when we first met. Please apologize to him right now or I will walk off this show.”
Jada was deadly serious. She looked for all the world like a warrior ready to defend her family. He was touched beyond belief. Despite everything that had gone down between them, despite the way he’d hurt her feelings in that supply closet, she still had his back.”
― Jamie Wesley, Fake It Till You Bake It

“She wanted people to think she was a worldly, sophisticated character---and she was---but that wasn’t all she was. She was a red-blooded woman with insecurities and hopes and dreams like everyone else. Like him. And she didn’t want anyone to know. Just like him. He coped by making his life as orderly as possible and staying as even-keeled as possible. She made it through with some good old-fashioned gumption, even as she took it on the chin.
He couldn’t be the one to let her down.”
― Jamie Wesley, Fake It Till You Bake It

“Does it bother you that your girlfriend is a heartless bitch?” the next customer asked.
And just like that, her smile withered away to nothing. This was the response she’d expected. Had experienced before she got smart and stopped checking her social media accounts. The ball of anxiety in her stomach that had started to calm began to twist and turn and bounce around the small space again.
“Excuse me.” Donovan’s voice carried through the room, quite forceful in its intensity, snaring the attention of all occupants.
Jada laid a hand on his bare forearm. “It’s okay.”
“No, actually it’s not. No one talks about my girlfriend that way.”
Jada’s jaw unhinged itself from her face and fell straight to the floor. She couldn’t hear anything else over the buzzing in her head. When she stumbled out of her stupor a few seconds later, Donovan was marching the woman to the door and gently but firmly pushing her out the door while the other customers cheered. Well, the ones who weren’t recording the spectacle.
He came back and held up his hand for silence. Such a principal move, but kinda cool. And so fucking hot. “Thanks, everyone, but the applause isn’t necessary. We’re happy to serve anyone who wants a cupcake and a photo, but I won’t tolerate rudeness.”
His message was received loud and clear. For the next thirty minutes, they sold cupcakes to very eager, but polite customers.”
― Jamie Wesley, Fake It Till You Bake It

“To her untrained eye, the cupcakes looked perfect. They smelled delicious. He handed her one, and she took a big bite. The perfect combination of milk chocolate, graham crackers, and fluffy, sweet marshmallows burst onto her tongue. She couldn’t stop a moan from slipping past her lips. She was officially in love.
“Better than decent, I take it?” Donovan drawled in her ear. Jada froze as a treacherous yet delicious shiver raced down her spine, then turned to face him. He’d come around the counter and was standing right next to her, the heat from his body seeping into hers.
She lifted her head to meet his challenging gaze. She took another delightful bite and swallowed. “Yep. They’re terrific. You didn’t make them, did you?”
― Jamie Wesley, Fake It Till You Bake It

“Are you gluten-free?”
“No.”
“Great. That means our entire menu is open to you.”
“Can’t wait.”
He chose to ignore the sarcasm. “You look like a vanilla person.”
Okay, maybe he hadn’t ignored it.
Her lifted eyebrow said she’d caught the shot. “Is that the best this shop can offer?”
― Jamie Wesley, Fake It Till You Bake It

“Dude, are you really getting your boxers in a twist because I’m not rhapsodizing about your cupcakes?”
His boxers were not in a twist. “My cupcakes are stellar. We use the best and freshest ingredients and the best recipes. It’s the only way to run a bakery.”
Critic nudged her friend with an elbow. “Yep, totally in a twist.” She tapped her chin, those lush lips pursing, then nodded as though coming to a decision. “I was wrong.”
She was admitting it? Maybe his day was finally looking up.
“You’re a boxer briefs kind of guy,” she continued, spreading her arms wide in a whatcha-gonna-do move. “Practicality rules. Functionality meets comfort all the way for you, I bet.”
― Jamie Wesley, Fake It Till You Bake It