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stop her from wearing a slinky black dress that hugged her generous curves and dipped low in the back, making a bra unusable. While not a perky A cup, her C breasts held their own, especially with a pair of masculine hands holding them. Given her lack of upper lingerie, Marigold went for sparse lower panties. Her thong with the teensy triangle of lace in the front hid nothing, and she knew from experience it drove men wild. Marigold wondered if the hunky Reaper would react the same as a human. Just in case he went bobbing for pussy, she dabbed some vanilla scented perfume on her pubes and under her ear lobes.
    Now she just had to hope he showed up and...
    Warm breath tickled her nape, and Marigold whirled around with a shriek, brandishing her wooden spoon like a weapon.
    Looking yummier than she remembered, the Grim Reaper’s minion stood in her kitchen with a partially unbuttoned black dress shirt tucked into skin -tight blue jeans. His lips twisted into a smile of amusement, and his eyes crinkled when he said, “Wooden stakes only work on vampires.”
    Her pulse racing as if she’d just run a mile, Marigold put the spoon down and hoped she hadn’t splashed herself with sauce when she jumped. “So glad you could make it,” she said, trying to sound nonchalant. Now if only her heart would slow down.
    “I thought about not coming.”
    “But?”
    He shrugged. “It’s not every day a beautiful woman asks me on a date.”
    Beautiful? She dared any woman not to cream her panties with that kind of compliment. As her pussy warmed up, she ogled him, still stunned he’d returned.
    Up close and without the concealing robe, her dinner date was beyond sexy. Broad -shouldered, his thick arms and chest strained at the fabric covering his delicious, tanned skin. She dared not look below his waist to check out his package. She was truly afraid she’d drool, thus totally ruining her calm and collected look.
    Screw it , he probably thinks I’m nuts already anyway. She peeked down and bit her lip at the bulge that stretched the fabric as she watched. Maybe we should skip dinner and go right to dessert.
    “Would you like me to get naked so you can get a better look?” His sarcastic words , tinged with mirth, made her tear her eyes away and look at his face. His lips curved at the corners and his eyes sparked with mischief. The man just kept getting sexier and sexier.
    Marigold smiled wickedly. “I’d love for you to get naked, but you might find my kitchen chairs cold on the ass seeing as how they don’t have any cushions. But, it’s up to you. I sure wouldn’t mind some visual candy while we eat.”
    A giggle almost escaped her when his cheeks darkened with color. Apparently, the agent of Death wasn’t used to having the tables turned on him. Which reminded her... “Do you have a name? I’m Marigold, in case you didn’t know.”
    “I know all about you, Marigold. ” The way he said her name sent shivers down her spine and made her sex quiver. Oh, to have that mouth talking to her other set of lips. “My name is Mictain.”
    Marigold frowned at him. “What an awkward name. I think I’ll call you Mick.” With his accent and the inflection he placed on the consonants, she doubted she could say his name without mangling it.
    “Awkward?” He sounded flabbergasted. “Excuse me, but my name happens to be well-known and , might I add, a worshipped one. I am the Aztec god of death.”
    “You mean you used to be famous. Last I heard, Aztecs were pretty much extinct. I guess that’s why you started working for the Grim Reaper, huh? What with all the sacrifices having died off. Ha, died off.” Marigold snickered.
    Mick’s face went through a variety of emotion s— disbelief, embarrassment, and finally, anger. “You are the most aggravating woman I think I’ve ever had the displeasure of meeting.”
    “Flatterer. Now are you going to strip before dinner or not? Because if you aren’t, then sit your sweet cheeks down