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Three
    Satan schooled the surprise out of his face. Angelica had just offered to spend Christmas with him, and even more shocking, he wanted her to. A desperate need to have her stay with him over the holidays blasted the brick wall he’d built around his emotions. What was it about this woman that had him breaking his self-imposed rules regarding hookups?
    “It’s a deal.” He kissed her to seal the agreement, got lost in the sweetness of her mouth, savored the slight hint of mint on her teeth, and suckled the tip of her tongue. She sank into him, and he wrapped his arms around her, deepening his exploration.
    Their tongues tangoed, at first slow and languid, then heated and fast. Satan’s breathing turned erratic when she snaked her hands under the waistband of his sweats and caressed his thickening cock. He stayed her questing fingers, broke the kiss, and rested his forehead on hers.
    “What?” She had the sultriest half-hooded glance in the universe, those baby blue eyes darkened by her dilated pupils.
    He liked that her lips were swollen and a deeper ruby than when she’d worn lipstick earlier. Unable to resist, he traced the outline of her pouty mouth. “I heard your stomach grumble. When was the last time you ate?”
    She grimaced. “I was hoping that you hadn’t heard that. A while back. I had something on the plane. Don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t look like a man who cooks.”
    He chuckled. “On the nose. But I have a freezer full of donated home-cooked food.”
    “Donated?”
    “Let’s head to the kitchen, and I’ll explain on the way.” He flicked her cheek, set his palm to the small of her back, and urged her into motion.
    “One of my buddies has a wife whose hobby is cooking. She’s made it her business to stock my freezer with gourmet meals.” Fuck, she smelled and felt fantastic, and moved with a ballerina’s gracefulness. Barefoot, she stood a mere four inches shorter than him.
    “Lucky you. I’m a horrible cook, but I do know all the ‘healthy’ take-out and delivery restaurants close to my condo. Even got half a dozen Christmas cards from the places I frequent most.” She rolled her eyes. “A Suzy homemaker, I’m not.”
    “In some ways, Destiny is. She’s the wife I referred to before.” They arrived at the kitchen, and Satan led her over to the commercial double door freezer. He opened the appliance and gestured to the stacked freezer bags and boxes on the shelves. “They’re all labeled. What’re you in the mood for?”
    She ducked under his arm, studied the labels, and glanced up at him, her eyes wide. “You weren’t kidding. Gourmet is right. Duck L’Orange, Beef Bourguignon, Escargots in parsley-garlic-lemon butter—this is amazing.”
    “What’s your fancy?”
    “Hmmm.” She tapped a finger to her mouth. “The beef.”
    “Actually the bourguignon is one of Destiny’s specialties.” Satan retrieved the labeled gallon bag from the shelf. “I’ve had it often. And the good news is that all we have to do is place this bag in a pot of boiling water, and it’ll be ready in twenty minutes.”
    “I can make a salad if you have the ingredients. While I’m dangerous near any kind of heat, I do raw excellently.” She blew her fingernails and winked. “Gotta know what you’re good at, right?”
    The temptation proved too great. “I know one thing you’re very, very good at.”
    To his delight, she blushed. “I wasn’t trolling for compliments.”
    “A woman who looks like you do doesn’t have to. Can’t imagine any sane male not fawning.” Satan opened a deep drawer, retrieved a stainless steel soup pot, and set it on the stove. He dropped the freezer bag in the pot, swung the water spigot above the gas range over the pot, and turned the tap on.
    “For someone who doesn’t cook, you sure have an amazing kitchen. Omigod, you have a Miele Direct Sensor coffee maker. I looked at those. Way out of my price line.” She propped one foot on