Goosebumps flare along her shoulder the moment he steps behind her. She tips her head to the side, her breathing quickening, a flush of heat colouring her cheeks.

"Neither do I," she whispers. "And this is my batch."

She feels the cool stripe of the chocolate and she hisses, leaning back against him as he starts to lick. Every inch of her skin comes alive, and a low purr rises in her throat.

"You're evil."

Not that she's complaining, no, not at all.