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Mac kisses me, and I shatter. The orgasm rocks through me, and I see stars. Or maybe pastries.

When Mac pulls back, Rune threads a hand through my hair and pulls me in for a slow, luxurious kiss. I melt against his lips, and then he’s pulling away and Bax is there, pulling me onto his lap and peppering my face with soft kisses.

When I can finally form coherent sentences again, I let out a satisfied sigh. “You may have won this round, but I plan to win the Bake-Off.”

He grins. “Oh, I don’t doubt it. But after you do, would you consider coming back with us to Shifter Bay and becoming a shifter like us?”

“Would it mean I would get to shift into a pastry?”

The guys nod.

“And have hot sex with the three of you?”

They nod again.

“And eat unlimited pastries for the rest of my life?”

They grin.

“Then hell, yeah!”

Chapter 19

Jessy

“WelcomebacktotheEpic Bake-Off! Our judges are busy deliberating over which entry will be the winner tonight, while our two finalists—Baxter Carlton from MacCarRune Bakery and Jessy Alexander from Jessy Bakes—are backstage right now waiting for the results. We’ll be calling them out shortly to announce who will take home the fifty thousand dollar prize tonight. But while we wait, let’s take a closer look at their creations… and have a little taste.” Sienna, the tall, skinny blonde hosting the Epic Bake-Off, picks up a fork and winks at the camera.

“She’s some sort of mythical creature,” I tell the guys as I stare up at the big screen. “Are you sure she’s not a shifter? Or a vampire?” Because apparently those are real, too.

“Pretty sure.” Mac tugs me toward him by my apron.

I wrap my arms around his neck and get up on tiptoe to kiss him. When I pull back, my lips tingle.

His gaze is still locked on my mouth when he asks, “Why do you think she’s a supe?”

“A soup? You mean people can shift into soup, too? Isn’t that rather messy? And what happens if they spill some? Do they, like, lose some of their hair when they shift back?”

Rune snorts.

Bax shakes his head. “Mac meant supe, as in supernatural. Do you know something we don’t?”

I shrug. “Obviously, she can’t be real. She sampled every entry in the entire competition. That’s like a gazillion calories. No one can eat that many desserts and stay that skinny.”

“Jessy,” Rune growls in warning, sidling up behind me. He nuzzles my neck and runs his hands up and down my curvy hips but doesn’t say anything else. He’s probably worried that if he talks, he’ll accidentally shift.

Bax takes Mac’s place in front of me. “Don’t tell me our perfect,” he kisses me softly, “gorgeous,” he cups my ass, “voluptuous,” he pulls me into his chest, “mate,” he grinds his hips against mine and heat builds between my thighs, “is jealous.”

I moan. “Nope. Definitely not jealous.”

Bax pulls back to look at me.

“Okay, maybe a little.”

“You have nothing to be jealous of,” Mac tells me. “You are the most beautiful woman on this earth.”

My eyes widen. “Really?” I blurt out.

Mac’s face softens. He tucks a stray hair behind my ear. But it is Bax who responds, “Without a doubt, and we are lucky we have the honor of calling you ours.”

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