Before I could think too deeply about the sanity of my actions—or lack thereof—I snatched her hand and tugged her into my lap. Her squeaking protest was cut short when I rested the box, warm from the freshly cooked donuts inside, on her thighs, opening the lid like a peace offering.

“Better?”

She inhaled deeply, letting out a satisfied little moan as she reached in, taking out a donut and biting deep into it. Her eyes rolled back in her head.

“So much better,” she mumbled around her mouthful.

“Excellent. Incidentally, the young chap at the donut stall saw me coming and went about fifty shades of grey.”

Jemma snorted around her mouthful. Her body softened against mine as she took another bite. “Well, let’s not forget that the last time he saw you, you made him practically burst a poofle valve whipping up eighty donuts just so you could …” She twisted, her body suddenly sideways on my lap as she eyed me. “What did you do with all those donuts anyway?”

“I …” I began, but the rest of the words slipped away from me. Her round arse … it fit perfectly against my suddenly very aware nethers.

I was genetically hot-blooded. But having her delicious little body using me like a comfortable chair … I was producing heat like I never had before. A veritable furnace of it.

“SJ … what did you do?” she asked again, accusation tingeing her tone. And something else … was that a hint of … amusement? Did she enjoy me in this distracted, randy state?

“I ate them,” I blurted, shifting surreptitiously under her. But there was no hiding my body’s reaction from her. Her eyebrows lifted, and her twitching dimples told me that she was very much feeling what was going on just underneath her pretty backside.

But she didn’t jump away, didn’t look horrified. No.

The evil little menace wriggled against me.

“You ate all eighty of them?” Another little wriggle.

I bit back a groan. “Well, I did share some with the Hounds, but … yes … close enough.”

Suddenly she was facing me. Straddling me. Her warm thighs pressing against my hips. Her hot … other parts, pressing against my bulge.

For badness’ sake! Was she trying to kill me?

But she seemed oblivious to my agony. She shoved the donut box into my chest. “How?” Her expression was utterly, adorably discombobulated. “Eighty donuts! Well, maybe seventy, if you shared a few … but that’s hardly the point. How could you possibly manage to eat that many?”

“Well,” I began, trying to wrest control of my aching cock back from … from my aching cock. “It takes quite a bit of food to maintain a physique like this.” I flashed what I hoped was a cheeky smile. Would it be enough to spark more of that amusement in her?

Clearly it wasn’t.