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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.