Page 35 of Fix Me Up

After lunch, I asked her if she’d be OK with us driving out to the farm for a few minutes to pick some veggies before heading to the movie theater. I’d worked in the garden that morning, but I didn’t get everything done I wanted to.

Instead, at her urging, we’ve decided to skip the movie altogether and spend all afternoon in the fields.

At some point, I come up behind Daisy as she picks blueberries. Slipping my arms around her waist, I enjoy the sweaty, outdoorsy scent on the back of her neck.

“Are you sure you don’t want to try to catch the late matinee?”

She scoffs. “No, I’m having fun.”

“Me too,” I say, pressing a kiss at the top of her spine.

“Gardening is very grounding for me. I like it,” she says.

“After this, I’ll take you back to town to paint your nails or something more relaxing,” I say.

Daisy turns her head, and I capture her lips with mine.

“I can think of a few things that are way more relaxing than that. And we wouldn’t have to leave,” she says.

I like the sound of that. I also like the way Daisy is pressing back against me.

“You’d better cut that out, Doc, or we’re gonna get distracted from our cucumber duties.”

“Insert obscene vegetable joke here,” she says, turning around in my arms and taking my face between her hands, kissing me thoroughly, deeply, with her soft tongue sending me to a place I never want to come back from.

“Good thing we’re almost finished,” I say, pressing a kiss to her damp throat.

“I…I can go inside and shower first while you finish up.”

“Now I have something I need to admit to you, Daisy.”

“What’s that?”

“I like the taste of you sweaty.”

A flush crawls up the length of her throat. “Do you?”

“Yep. In fact, I’m having a craving for it.”

Her throat bobs. “Right now?”

To prove it, I pull out my phone.

“Who are you texting?” Daisy asks.

“The guy who handles my restaurant vendors. I’m letting him know the boxes are ready.”

“Oh.”

I shove the phone into my pocket. “Let’s go.”

“Go? But…”

I don’t have time for her protests. I bend down and hoist Daisy over my shoulder.

“What’s left on the vine can wait.”

Daisy lets me take her on the bed exactly how I want her. Both of us fucking naked, sweaty, and sun-soaked. Dirty and ripe. Just for each other.

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