The hard chocolate outside, he’d explained.
He didn’t just do this to calm his mind.
He enjoyed it.
He never asked for help, completely content to do it himself.
I didn’t mind one bit. I liked watching his process, seeing him relax and the stress lingering in his pursed lips fade away.
Plus, he made sure his pastry assistant tasted every step of his creations.
I reached out to grab one while he crushed graham crackers with a rolling pin, and even with his intense focus, he caught me and smacked my hand.
“Not yet, Hellion.”
I pouted, but it smoothed out when he carefully sprinkled the sweet cracker over the truffles.
I tried reaching again.
“Wait,” he warned, picking up wooden tweezers.
He pinched a small piece of gold leaf and crumbled it over the graham cracker.
A beautiful masterpiece I would’ve never thought could come from Hell’s general.
No one would believe it.
Did MJ and Alexei know?
Doubtful.
Impatient, I made another grab for the sweet confection, and he intercepted me again.
“I’m going to take those tweezers and shove them in your beautiful eyes,” I grumbled.
He laughed softly, the sound wrapping around me in a melody more powerful than my Infernus.
Finally, he picked up the truffle and held it in front of my lips.
“Open up,” he ordered.
I took a small bite while staring at him.
Delectable creamy chocolate melted on my tongue while a gooey vanilla center added to the sweetness.
I moaned.
It tasted even better than the ones I’d had when I first came to Hell—even the ones from this morning.
A deep masculine satisfaction swelled inside him at the sound, along with desire that had me swallowing much too quickly.
I coughed into my arm.
“So when did you realize you’re better in the kitchen than as a military general?” I teased.
Fear flitted through the bond, and his eyes widened before his block thickened.
He didn’t know his walls had thinned.
