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His eyes zeroed in on the dimple in her cheek.

For fucks’ sake. Was she doing this shit on purpose?

If it weren’t for the giant knife in her hand, he would have thrown caution to the wind and just dragged her over the counter into his lap.

She couldn’t kick them out if they kept her in a constant supply of toe-curling orgasms.

Ignoring his dirty fantasy, he swiped a chunk of chocolate from the cutting board and popped it into his mouth. If he focused on the bitter bite of the cacao, maybe it would stop him from voicing the dirty thoughts swirling in his brain.

“So, Kaz—“ Miri took a nibble of chocolate for herself and turned the mixer on— “since you’ve decided to squat in my house, you should probably tell me more about yourself.”

“What do you want to know?”

The demon focused on the golden freckles dotting her nose. If he looked at the smudge of chocolate on her lip, it was game over.

“Everything.” She scooped flour into the mixing bowl, oblivious to his hungry mind. “Tell me about your childhood, and your family, and your job. I’ve already seen you naked, so I might as well find out about the skeletons in your closet.”

Kaz snorted. Fair enough.

“Alright. My mom’s a demoness and my dad is human.”

“I didn’t realize you were half human. It makes sense though, you’re less—“ she waved her cookie scoop at him— “ya know, than Duke or Nico.”

Colorful? Gigantic? Shockingly hideous?

“Yep. Only half demon. If it weren’t for the horns and forked tongue, I could probably pass for human in a pinch.” Raising a hand, he traced a clawed finger over the broken end of his horn. “Ace is half too but he can blend in a little better. Shorter horns… well, mostly shorter.”

Cocking her head to the side, she studied the top of his head.

“I like your horns. I think the broken one adds character.” Shrugging, she went back to her neat rows of cookie dough balls. “It kind of gives you a sexy air of danger.”

“A sexy air of danger?” Kaz smirked. “Naughty.”

He definitely wasn’t about to tell her how he broke it trying to sneak out of his bedroom window in high school. That was way less cool than whatever she was probably picturing in that pretty head of hers.

A flush spread across Miri’s cheeks. She shoved an unruly curl out of her face and turned away. Bending over the oven, he was gifted another view of the heroic struggle of her spandex shorts against her ass.

Fuck it. He would rather suffer the pain of a thousand yoga classes than go a minute longer without a handful of her teasing curves.

Gripping the edge of the counter, he forced his aching body to its feet and limped around the island. His hands curled over her inviting hips. He gave her a light squeeze as she straightened up.

Not even the annoyed roll of her eyes could mask the smile fighting her plump lips.

“I’m trying to bake, Kaz.”

Leaning around her, he looked at the timer. He pulled her flush against his chest and grinned at her pink face.

“It looks like I have twelve minutes before that batch is done. I can do a lot in twelve minutes.”

“I bet you can.”

He waited, searching her soft brown eyes for any sign of protest. Gentle hands tangled in his shirt and dragged him lower, ending any worry he might have had. Her mouth pressed against his. Swirls of coffee and sweetness floated over his tongue.

Kaz groaned. His hand cupped the back of her head, slanting his lips more firmly over hers. Knees parting, he dragged the sweet woman as close as humanly—or demonly—possible.

His mouth opened to swallow Miri’s squeak as he palmed her ass cheek with his free hand. Forked tongue teasing hers, he reveled in each delicious taste.

Small hands pushed on his chest. Kaz pulled away with one last swipe of his tongue over her swollen mouth. Miri gasped for breath. Her round cheeks glowed even pinker than her abused lips.

“I think I got flour on your shirt,” she finally panted.

Flour? The lush little human could’ve planted a fucking wheat field in his shorts and he wouldn’t have notice.

Kaz glanced down. Miri’s hands furiously swiped at the white powder streaking the front of his shirt. Sliding a hand behind him, he brushed a hand over the floured counter. His hand landed on her ass with a sharp spank.

“Now we’re even,” he said over her indignant squeak.

Peering over her shoulder, she frowned at her shorts. “That is way more flour than I?—“

The demon gripped her chin and turned her face back up to meet his. His tongue swiped over her lips, stealing her words away before they had a chance to fill the room. Any trace of flour was forgotten as his hands roamed her thick curves.

Miri slipped her fingers under his shirt, her palms sliding over his abdomen. The gentle bite of her dull fingernails nipped at his skin. Kaz ground against her. His hard cock pressed into her soft belly, dragging groans from them both.

Was twelve minutes enough time to bend her over the counter and make her scream? Maybe he should stretch first. He’d hate to pull a hammy before he’d properly turned her into cum drunk puddle.

A throat cleared from the doorway.

“I haven’t seen someone get mauled like that since I was a park ranger.”

They drew apart with a wet smack. Miri leaned around his shoulder to blink at the intrusion. Kaz didn’t need to look, he’d know that grating voice on his deathbed… hell, the owner of said voice would probably be the one responsible for putting him there.

Ace tossed his hoodie over a chair and crossed the kitchen. Catching the back of her neck, his cousin dipped Miri back for his own kiss. He pushed her upright with a wink. His hand dragged across the counter and spanked his own handprint across her ass.

“Will you two stop?—“

“Wait… when were you a park ranger?” Kaz cut her off, the question clearing his lust addled brain. He didn’t remember his flighty cousin ever mentioning that one.

“Before I was a kayaking guide but after I spent a summer at that sea turtle refuge.” Ace stepped around their tangle of limbs and peeked in the oven. “Oooh, cookies!”

“I genuinely can’t tell if he’s just makes up these jobs on the spot,” Miri muttered to him.

“Welcome to my life,” Kaz whispered back.

“Soooooo…” Ace regarded them with a knowing smirk. “What have you two been up to whilst I toiled away as a cog in the capitalist machine?”

“For a whole half of a shift.” Kaz rolled his eyes.

His cousin leaned forward and propped his chin on Miri’s shoulder. Arms curled around her waist. She wiggled between them, the center of an impromptu demon sandwich.

“Capitalist machine?” Miri giggled. “You’re a barista at a vegan coffee shop.”

“What? Vegans can’t be capitalists?”

“Wow. That’s awfully narrow minded of you, Miri,” Kaz teased. Bumping her back a step, he clutched his chest in shock. “I had no idea you hated vegans.”

“I do not hate vegans!”

“I think she protests too much,” Ace said over her shoulder.

“A vegan hater.” Kaz shook his head. “Shameful, Miri.”

“I do NOT?—“

Ace silenced her with a kiss. “Hush, vegan-hater.”

The oven timer dinged, silencing their teasing banter. Kaz sighed.

So much for his twelve minutes.