𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬

𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝟑𝟒

I stood in front of my open suitcase, trying to decide what to pack next. My mind was racing with excitement and nerves. I was about to get on a plane for Cupcake Wars, and the reality of it was starting to sink in. This was it—my big chance. The opportunity that could change everything for my business. I had already laid out some of my essentials—my favorite apron, some comfortable clothes for the kitchen, and a few dresses for any off-camera moments. I was trying to stay focused, but it wasn't easy with Davis in the room.

He had driven me home earlier that morning after spending the night at his place, and to my surprise, he decided to stick around for a bit. He'd told me he liked how clean and beautiful my place was, commenting on the way the light came through the windows and how it felt so cozy and warm. I had to admit, I was proud of my little home. It wasn't the fanciest place in the world, but it was mine. And it was perfect for me.

Now, as I stood here packing, I could feel Davis's presence behind me. He wasn't exactly being helpful—well, not in the way I needed him to be, at least. I was trying to focus on what I needed to bring, but his hands were everywhere.

"Babe, I have to finish packing," I whined, trying to keep my concentration as he kissed the back of my neck. His hands slid down my waist, lightly grazing my hips, sending little shivers through my body.

"Just a quickie," he whispered in my ear, his voice deep and low, the kind that made my knees weak. His lips brushed against my skin, leaving a trail of kisses along my neck and shoulder, making it nearly impossible to stay focused on the task at hand.

I turned my head slightly, catching his gaze, and I saw that mischievous smile of his—the one that always got me into trouble. "Davis..." I tried to sound stern, but my voice came out breathy, betraying how much I wanted him.

"Just a quickie, ma," he repeated, his hands still moving over my body, sliding over the curve of my waist, dipping lower to my thighs, his fingers teasing the waistband of my leggings.

I turned around fully now, facing him, trying to fight the smile pulling at the corners of my lips. "You promise?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at him, knowing full well that Davis and his "quickies" often turned into something much longer.

He grinned, his eyes darkening with desire. "I promise," he said, his voice all gravel and heat.

Before I could say another word, he pulled me close, his lips crashing against mine with an intensity that took my breath away. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me against him as the kiss deepened, his tongue teasing mine, sending a surge of heat through my body. I tried to stay focused—tried to remind myself that I had a flight to catch and a suitcase to pack, but in that moment, all I could think about was him.

He backed me up against the edge of the bed, his hands roaming freely now, touching me in all the places that made me melt. I could feel his heartbeat quicken, matching the pace of my own, and I knew there was no turning back.