“Well, get over here. You can’t learn from there.”
He pushed away from the counter where he was leaning and approached, bracing his arms on either side of her body, trapping her against the counter. He didn’t lean into her, but he thought about it. His dick was hard, and it would fit perfectly against that ass he’d just fantasized about. Instead, he pressed his lips to her ear.
“Please, instruct.”
It took her a moment to speak, and Hades smirked. He hoped she was just as distracted as him. What fantasies did she get lost in at night or at work while they were apart?
“The most important thing to remember when baking is that the ingredients have to be measured and mixed right or it could mean disaster.”
He heard what she said, but his mind was on other things, like shoving his hand down her pants to see how wet she was. His grip tightened on the countertop, but that only kept him from acting on his thoughts. It did not prevent him from pressing his lips to her neck and letting his tongue taste her skin.
Her breath caught in her throat, and she glared at him over her shoulder. “Scratch that. The most important thing to remember is to pay attention.”
She shoved a measuring cup into his hand.
“First, flour,” she commanded, and he smirked. She took baking seriously.
He kept his arms around her as he worked. Measuring flour was like walking through ash—it clouded the air and stuck to the skin. When he had it in the bowl, he bent his head to hers, noting her rigid posture. Then he leaned in, and as his full erection pressing into her, and she laid her palms flat on the counter.
He raised a teasing brow. “Next?”
“Baking soda.”
They continued like that until all the ingredients were in the bowl and mixed into a batter. Persephone took that moment to duck under his arm, freeing herself from the human cage he’d created for her. She unstacked a set of sheet pans and gave him a spoon.
“Use this to scoop the batter and make them into one-inch…balls.”
She cleared her throat when she said the word balls.
And all he could think was how she’d teased his in the back of the limo with his cock in her mouth, and everything tightened.
Fuck.
They worked together, each of them scooping batter into a spoon and transferring it onto the baking sheet. When Hades was finished, he compared the two, and Persephone’s skills were beyond his own. She’d made perfect rounds out of her batter. Hades’ were misshapen and messy, like he’d slung the mixture all over the pan. He was envious of her control.
“Put this on,” Persephone said, handing him a floral mitt.
“What is it?”
“It’s an oven mitt,” she said. “So you don’t get burned when you put the cookies in the oven.”
He considered telling her that he was, essentially, fireproof, but kept quiet, sliding the mitt onto his hand, only to hear Persephone giggle. His gaze snapped to hers.
“Are you…laughing at me?”
She cleared her throat quickly. “No. Of course not.”
His eyes narrowed, an unspoken promise of payment for this humiliation. Once the cookies were in the oven, Hades pulled off the mitt. He had intentions of scooping her into his arms and feasting on her mouth, but she had other plans.
“Now, we make icing.” She smiled, eyes alight.
He’d have liked to lick icing from every part of her body, but she handed him some type of cooking utensil with a narrow handle and wire loops.
“What am I supposed to do with this?” he asked.
“It’s a whisk. You’ll beat the ingredients together,” she said, and poured various ingredients into a bowl, pushing it toward him when she was finished.
“Beat.”
Now that was something he excelled at.
“Happily.”
“That’s good,” Persephone said, practically snatching the bowl from Hades after he’d been whipping the mixture for a few minutes. Perhaps he’s gotten carried away. There were pieces of the mixture all over the counter, his shirt, and her.
She divided the icing into a few waiting bowls and handed him a small tube of green. “Start with a few drops and mix.”
They made colorful icing. Persephone worked on the bright colors—yellow and pink and lavender—while Hades made darker colors—red and green and even black, a color Persephone had helped him make. Toward the end, he caught her licking icing from her fingers.
“How does it taste?” he asked, reaching for her hand. He drew one of her fingers deep into his mouth and groaned. She was sweet and salty, and the way she looked at him while he tasted her made the fire in his stomach deepen. “Delicious.”