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A delighted squeal—so high-pitched it actually made Devlin jump—erupted from my lips as I launched myself at the candy like a woman possessed.

Hershey’s. M&M’s.

Butterfingers.

Devlin had picked them all.

Only when my hands physically couldn’t hold another candy bar did I finally give in to the overwhelming urge to throw myself at Devlin. Arms full of chocolate, I wrapped them around his neck and planted a kiss on his cheek.

His skin burned beneath my lips in the most delicious way, sending a shiver down my spine. A few candy bars slipped from my grasp, tumbling to the blanket below, but I barely noticed. Devlin stiffened at first, caught off guard, before his body melted into my touch.

It might have only been a lingering kiss on the cheek, but when I pulled away—hands now half as full—his entire expression had softened, settling into something between disbelief and wonderment. Except for his eyes. Hunger, heat, and something far more dangerous swirled there, making my breath stutter.

I cleared my throat, dropping the remaining candy bars into my lap. “You are officially my most favorite person ever.”

Devlin’s lips quirked, but he didn’t speak.

Probably for the best, because I was already halfway to feral as I ripped open theButterfingerwrapper and took my first bite. And, oh Gods,it was everything.

A full-body shudder overtook me as the peanut-buttery crunch melted on my tongue, my eyes fluttering in pure, unfiltered bliss. A sound—one Imighthave later denied as being a sensual moan—escaped my lips as Idevouredthe entire bar in record time.

When I finally opened my eyes, Devlin was staring at me. Mesmerized.

His bottom lip was caught between his canines, his gaze locked on me with an intensity that sent a bolt of heat straight through me. He looked like a man who had just watched me undress for him—when, in reality, I had just inhaled an entire candy bar with all the grace of the Cookie Monster.

Then his stomach gurgled. Loudly.

His expression flickered—desire twisting into something raw and strained, his body tensing as if trying to hold himself back.

Something primal stirred deep within me.

Let him feed from you, Jen.

I had asked Devlin to dampen his senses nights ago, afraid he might catch even the faintest flicker of the desire brewing inside me.

But that wasbefore.

Before I knew how funny he was. Before I knew how thoughtful. Before he gave me enough candy to make Willy Wonka look like a health nut.

And it wasn’t exactly like he was hiding his desire for me. I had a feeling that if I spread my legs for him right now, his mouth would be on my pussy just as fast as mine had been on that Butterfinger.

You will be spreading your legs for him, Jen. That’s the next scene,I reminded myself.

A sharp pang of guilt curled low in my stomach. I reached for another candy bar—an excuse, something to occupy my hands and ignore the gnawing feeling in my chest. Devlin was getting the date he wanted. And I had no doubt he’d hold up his end of the bargain, going over the scene with me like we’d agreed.

But this... this felt tooreal.Too close to something we should be feeling for someone else.

You both know what this is. And it’s not like either of you want to fall in love.

He would only be here for another week or so. By then, I’d hopefully have my magic back and would be leaving for the coven. This was never meant to last. We both knew that.

I let out a slow sigh, chewing the last mouthful of candy. If this was going to be Devlin’s first proper date, then I was going to make damn sure it was the best date he’d ever had. Not that I had any actual experience to draw from—having never been on a date myself—but hey, I could wing it. And, to sweeten the deal, I’d let him feed from me... if he wanted to, that is.

Devlin’s stomach let out an even louder growl as I swallowed my last bite, his gaze fixed on my mouth like he was seconds away from pulling me onto his lap and tasting the lingering sweetness for himself.

I gulped. The guilt that had been gnawing at me mere moments ago was suddenly drowning in something else—a hot, liquid need curling low in my stomach, urging me to skip the small talk and go straight to the oral sex.

But this was a date.