Page 40 of Bake the Town Red

A glance at the display counter proves what I already suspected. Empty. Not a single cupcake in sight.

I place an order anyway. “Give Me Your Eyes.”

“It’s a new one. Sold out fast.” She straightens her spine, tugs at the hairband, and lets her hair loose. Thick, blonde locks cascade down the front of her body in waves. They smell of cinnamon, chocolate, vanilla. Of her. “In fact, I was about to close, so if that’s all you came for—”

It takes me less than a second to put myself behind the counter. Get in her personal space. Her face. I push her against the wall with one hand on her throat, the other shoving her apron up, bunching it up her waist.

My palm cups the warm space between her thighs and over her dress.

She snarls at me.

“No, little savage.” When she struggles, I shove her harder into the wall. Level my face with hers. “I didn’t come here for your carrot cupcake. I’m here for you.”

A million layers of rage dissolve as soon as I say these words. Her sharp canines glisten under the lighting fixture when she smiles.

I’m a fucker for being here. For doing the thing I swore I wouldn’t.

Happiness. A dangerous tinge of it.

This is okay, though. This isn’t the kind of happiness that lasts. That destroys.

A hand will not reach down from the sky and take her.

No one will.

Anger at the universe swells in me at the thought. I snap. Fucking lose it.

For now, there’s no other God but her. I drop to my knees before the woman I’m supposed to stay away from. The person I’m supposed to help keep alive by staying away.

This isn’t staying away.

From my place on the floor, my body is hidden behind the counter. No one will be able to watch me shove Dahlia’s long, heavy dress and apron up her hips.

“Tyler.” Her hands are on my shoulders. Stopping me. Pulling me to her.

My eyes snap to hers. “Dahlia.”

She has plans, I’m aware of that. A person—a target—will be here any second now.

They’ll have to wait.

Two nights ago, I kissed her for the first time. Such an intimate moment to share. Far more than rubbing our initials on her stomach with my cum. And I haven’t stopped thinking about that kiss ever since.

And I have her cunt now. No one’s stopping me.

Fucking no one.

“Hold this.” I push her dress into her hand.

Return to looking between her legs.

No leggings, good. She has panties on, though, and that’s not going to work for me. I run my nose along the soaking center before I push them to the side.

“You smell so good.” I dip my tongue out, trace the tip between her lips until I find her clit.

Dahlia stares at me. Her cheeks redden. Her body is vibrating.

She wants me, but something’s holding her back.

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