Bought the Incubus, Forgot the Manual

I spent my savings on a cold, gorgeous incubus—expecting a supernatural maid, not a desperate demon starving for affection. Now he’s burning up, purring like a cat, and staring at me with hungry, pleading eyes. Turns out, ‘capable’ didn’t mean chores…and if I don’t figure out what he really wants, I might lose my demon—or my heart.