Page 2 of Obsessed Fox

I moved through the crowd and once again got a glimpse of my mystery man.

Wait . . . not mine. There was no mine in this situation.

I only made it a few feet before I was stopped again. This time by the very owner of the establishment I was borrowing.

“Hi, Bee. Thank you again for letting me host the Halloween party here. Without a community center, we don’t have many open spaces like this one.”

Bee waved me off.

“It’s nothing, my dear. I’m happy to help. And let me just say you did a fantastic job turning this place into a spooky masterpiece. I thought your bakery was designed beautifully but this is great. Maybe I should hire you to give the Crazy Fox a facelift.”

I shook my head. There was no way Bee could change the diner. The lack of design was the reason everyone loved the place and I told her as such.

“Don’t ever change a thing about this place, Bee. It’s perfect just as it is and it represents your personality perfectly. That’s what a business should do. Represent who we are.”

Bee gifted me a beautiful old smile. The woman was in her eighties but could run circles around most everyone in the town.

“And that, my dear, is why you fit in so well with our humble little town. There’s nothing about it you want to change. You embraced us with open arms and we did the same for you. I’mglad you chose to live here even if you stay hidden in that bakery of yours more often than not.”

I recognized a backhanded compliment when I heard one.

“The bakery keeps me busy and I’m normally too exhausted after closing to do much else.” I hated that I felt the need to explain myself, but Bee might as well have been the town grandma. Everyone answered when she asked a question.

“One of these days you’re going to find a reason to work less and play more.”

I wanted to scoff and say that would never happen but the mysterious masked man caught my attention once again. He was closer this time but still not close enough for me to determine who he was.

“Maybe sooner rather than later,” Bee mumbled before walking away.

I shook the old woman’s words off and headed over to the dessert table to see if anything needed to be refilled.

They didn’t. As usual, Janie was on top of things. Either that or no one was eating them but I knew from experience that wasn’t true. A day didn’t go by that my bakery wasn’t busy. And it wasn’t just because it was the only one in town. People told me often how much they enjoyed my unique treats and they showed it by being repeat customers.

Confident that everything was being handled, I walked into the kitchen to take a breather away from the party. I made it halfway through when a closet door opened in front of me and a hand shot out. It grabbed my arm and dragged me into the dark room before I could fight back. I opened my mouth to scream but soft lips caressed my own before a sound could fully slip out.

The kiss was all-consuming. The kind that took a person’s breath away and threatened to buckle my knees. The stranger’s soft beard caressed my cheek. I wanted to feel it on other parts of my body.

It was as if the stranger could read my thoughts because before I knew it, he was ripping his lips from mine and dropping down onto his knees. His head bent, so I couldn’t get a look of his face.

All thoughts of figuring out who the stranger was disappeared in a flash when his strong fingers inched my skirt up and tore my panties from my body.

It was by far the sexiest sexual encounter I had ever had, and the man had yet to do more than kiss me.

But by God, when he did, it was like heaven. One swipe of his tongue and I was a goner. I reached my hands above my head to grab purchase on anything. Thankfully I was backed against a wire rack and could lace my fingers through one of the shelves because there was no way my legs could continue supporting me.

Whoever this amazing man was, he deserved a medal in the tongue-fucking Olympics. If that were a sport, that is. That was how good he made me feel.

Licking and sucking. The man knew his way around the female anatomy enough to bring me to the edge over and over again before pulling off at the last second.

“Please.” I wasn’t ashamed to beg for what I wanted. I was so damn close that it would only take one simple push to get me over the edge.

Something like the slip of a finger in my ass while the man’s hands held me up was all it took and I was shooting off like a rocket. I came so hard there was no way the man’s beard wasn’t dripping with my juices, but if he minded, he didn’t let on. I slammed by head back and closed my eyes.

That was the most amazing orgasm I had ever had.

I was still coming down from it when the stranger spun me around so my chest crushed against the metal rack.

With my skirt up around my waist and my ass sticking out, I rubbed against the man like a damn hussy who hadn’t just come.

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