Sweet Seduction ✔︎

|13| 𝑾𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒑𝒊𝒆 𝑷𝒊𝒆

As their breathing slowed, Gavin twisted a few locks of Freya's hair around his fingers, liking how the golden strands shone in the light. She shifted and slid her hand over his sweaty chest, pressing a kiss against his shoulder.

"Don't move," she murmured. "I'll get dessert."

"You are my dessert."

"This is just as good." She kissed him again before climbing off the bed and hurrying to the kitchen.

He watched her go, admiring the swing of her hips, the bounce of her bare ass. He shifted to the edge of the bed to discard the condom and pull on his pajama pants. Freya returned with a white bakery box and climbed onto the bed again.

"You know I'm devoutly loyal to Jupiter and the Rainbow Palace, but she doesn't make whoopie pies, and they're one of my favorites." She set the box on the nightstand. "Granny used to make them all the time. A few years ago, I found a bakery up in Santa Cruz that makes really yummy whoopie pies. I went up to get a few because I wanted you to try them. I'm also on a mission to get you to love sugar."

She opened the box to reveal a dozen cream-filled pies wrapped in wax paper. Gavin accepted the one she held out to him and moved to sit back on the bed. He didn't even try to understand how his life had gone from eighteen-hour work days and strict routines to whoopie pies and explosive sex with a beautiful girl who'd stepped right out of fairyland.

"The bakery has a ton of different flavors, but I like the originals best." Still gorgeously naked, Freya curled up with her back to the headboard and bit into her pie. "Granny used to make them with French buttercream. It was her go-to treat for whenever I had friends over. Whoopie pies and cold milk."

He took a bite of the pie, appreciating the chocolate, creamy taste but more enamored of the girl sitting beside him. Freya ate with both enjoyment and pure sensuality, slowly relishing each bite, licking her lips and fingers. A fucking miracle that he'd somehow kept her at bay for so long, when now he craved her like an addiction.

"The bakery makes pumpkin whoopie pies in the fall." Freya sucked a drop of cream off her thumb. "They also have a raspberry cream, mint-chip, and red velvet. I think they just launched a lemon one, too."

Gavin's gaze slid to her as she devoured the pastry, licking up the cream and getting chocolate on her lips. She was killing him. He couldn't imagine a better way to go.

"Give me that." He grabbed the whoopie pie from her and leaned over to crush a kiss against her sugary lips. "I'm getting jealous of a damned whoopie pie."

"Hmm." She licked his lower lip. "Maybe I'll learn some new techniques."

Much as he wanted her to demonstrate those techniques on him, Gavin had another idea. He set her half-eaten pie back in the box.

"Lie down," he ordered.

"I wanted to finish that," Freya complained, even as she stretched out against the pillows, her body shifting with the grace of a feline.

"You can have it when I'm done." He shot her a pointed look. "If you're good."

Heat rose to her cheeks. "I will be."

He separated the two cake layers of his whoopie pie and put them in the box, then gathered the pastry cream on his fingers. Freya watched him, her eyes lighting with curiosity and a little nervousness.