Coffee Cup Confessions - Trish Williford Page 0,46

won’t take me long, and it will give me a mental break from school. I’ll be good, I promise.”

“You are awesome.”

She flips her blonde hair over her shoulder. “Obviously. Anyway, I’m not sure if I’m more excited to see the kitchen or to meet Misha when I come home for the summer. Oh, that reminds me; I’ll be coming home the first week of June. We should totally do a beach trip to Outer Banks this summer for your birthday, and Misha needs to come along.”

Our family vacationed in Outer Banks, North Carolina, every summer when I was growing up. The beaches are more family-oriented than other beaches along the East Coast, and although it does get busy during the tourist season, it’s definitely not as busy as places like Ocean City, Maryland, or Atlantic City, New Jersey.

“We can look into it for sure. Now, you have work to do, so get on it.”

Carrisa rolls her blue eyes, which she inherited from our mother. “Fine, you slave driver. I’ll send them now. Bye.” She disconnects the video call.

If Carrisa can pull this off and get Misha to fall in love with the kitchen, I’ll take her on the most epic beach vacation this summer.

21

Misha

I miss Jake.

It’s been a little over a week since I last saw him, and I’m definitely craving his touch. Not just sexually, but I also miss holding his hand and curling next to him while on the couch. I have a two-day window that I can take off from baking without putting me behind, so I’ve decided to surprise him by staying with him for two nights.

This morning, I baked different desserts for him. He considers dessert a necessary food group. I don’t know how in the hell he stays so fit, eating all that junk. I just look at a candy bar, and my ass inflates.

I finally pull into the parking spot next to his truck just after five thirty. I turn the engine off and notice light rain beginning to fall on the hood of my car. I tighten the belt on my trench coat and grab the dessert box and my duffel. With the push of the doorbell, I can hear his heavy footsteps running down the stairs, and I brace myself.

He opens the door, obvious confusion on his face. “Hey. What are you doing here?”

He takes the box and my duffel, and I walk past him into the foyer.

“I have two days free, and I couldn’t think of spending them anywhere else other than with you. I hope you don’t mind that I came over. I thought we could have dinner.”

“Not at all. I’ll take some time off as well. What’s this?” he asks, holding up the box.

He watches as I untie the belt around my waist and slip the trench coat off my shoulders, allowing it to drop to the ground. His eyes grow dark at the black-and-red lace corset and panty set I’m wearing—the reaction I was hoping for.

Pointing to the box he’s holding, I answer his question, “Dessert.”

He’s still standing frozen as I walk up a few steps, swaying my hips along the way. “Dinner will be waiting in your bedroom,” I tell him.

“Fuck,” he growls, and I turn to watch him take two stairs at a time. He drops the duffel at the top of the stairs and picks me up to throw me over his shoulder. Jake turns his head and lightly bites my ass before smacking it. “I love your ass in these sorry excuse for panties.”

I giggle. “Do you like your surprise?”

“Goddamn, woman, this is going to be the best damn dessert in the universe.”

“We shouldn’t have dessert before dinner,” I chide playfully.

“Baby, dessert is for dinner. Prepare to get messy.” He takes us to his bedroom. He puts the box on the dresser and lowers me onto the bed. “I love the sexy outfit, but I have to admit, I love you naked even more.” He unzips my boots and tosses them over his shoulder, and my panties and corset soon follow.

It took me twenty minutes to get that damn thing on, and he got it off in twenty seconds.

I’m lying on his bed, naked, and Jake stands to look at me.

“This is fucking perfection.” He rids himself of his clothes before opening the box of desserts I brought him. He pulls a chocolate lava cupcake with buttercream icing out of the box and straddles my hips on the bed. He slides his finger