Page 82 of Bake the Town Red

My pulse quickens. Wetness pools between my thighs. I’m smiling at the screen. A real, joyous smile.

There I am in my black sweater with the red skulls I wore two days ago. With vomit on my chest. One of my customers held his newborn up and way too close to the cash register. One burp followed, then another, and I had baby’s puke all over me.

I had to close the shop early in the morning to run home and wash it off. My sweater had to go.

And Tyler was there.

My Satan, that’s hot. That he stalked me even when I told him no.

A normal man would’ve rushed over to the girl he loves. Asked her if she needed help. Offered her his shirt until she got home.

Tyler knew it’d piss me off. Also, Tyler hasn’t been normal for years.

He’s been perfect.

I’m at the foot of his bed in less than a second.

My Tyler is a beautiful man. Gorgeous and peaceful, lying on his back like he always does. His head is turned to one side. Hair tousled. Lips curved downward in a frown.

This rugged, angelic man is all mine. I walk to the side of the bed, slipping the covers down his bare chest and—fuck—naked thighs. Naked everything.

I’m soaking wet, breathing heavily.

Maybe I could sit on top of him. Lick his cock until it’s hard and lower myself onto him. I’d get a few thrusts in before he wakes up.

My nipples pull into hard peaks, pushing against my red bra. My thighs clench.

Holy hell, that’s tempting. I might just do that.

Or maybe I should wake him?

I’ll see about that. Right after I lose my clothes. I hook my fingers on the waistline of my tights, about to shove them off.

Then I see it. Glinting in the silver moonlight filtering in from the window. A pair of scissors on his bedside table, the one other side of the bed of where I’m standing.

Time slows as my smile stretches wider.

He planned on using them on me.

Be still my heart.

He won’t have a chance to do it. I will, since I have the upper hand. My stealth mode is uncanny. I would’ve suggested the FBI would take lessons from me, except I don’t think they’d appreciate what I do.

Four steps and I’m there. My fingers slide into the ring handles. My other hand pushes my dress up and tugs on the crotch of my leggings.

Snap.

There goes that pair. Like I give a fuck. Playing kinky games with Tyler is worth everything.

I cut a round hole in the center, pulling on my panties and giving them the same treatment. The scissors did a good job of slicing through my clothes, so I kiss the blades and put them back exactly where I found them.

Tyler doesn’t so much as snore.

He doesn’t stir, either, when I climb on the bed. The mattress dips with my weight as I climb on it, sniffing Tyler’s body. I start next to his cock, moving up his body. He doesn’t smell of chocolate today, but his cologne and his unique scent are enough to have me melting.

When I reach his neck, I brush my nose along his delicious scruff. I gaze up at him beneath my lashes, and nothing. Sleeps like a baby.

Taking advantage of his deep sleep, I suck in his scent.

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