Page 61 of Wild Flower

“Please, um, wear clothes,” she says finally.

“Okay, but only around your family. The second we’re not around them I’m going to be naked and plucking poppies from between your thighs.”

“Mmmmm,” Becca replies breathlessly, her hum needy enough I can feel it in my dick.

“Yeah, and you’re not allowed to make noises like that,” I chastise. “Otherwise, I’m going to be dragging you into your greenhouse to—”

“Okay! Okay,” she practically squeals. “Good behavior forbothof us.”

I smile. “See you tonight.”

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ARCHER

Good behavior obviously doesn’t include the dress Becca is wearing to this family dinner party.

Becca walks up to me in the driveway as I park, and she’s wearing a bohemian, strappy, white scrap of paper that shethinksis a dress. It hugs her tits and flairs at her waist, and the truly sinful part is the open back that’s only covered by strings of crochet. Or more accurately, the back is a frame, showing off the ferns and rose tattoos that cascade down her back, as well as emphasizing the fact that she isn’t wearing a bra.

Does she expect me tonotlook at her tits all night?

She kisses me on the cheek as I shut my car door and I wrap my arms around her. “That dress leaves very little to the imagination, Wild Flower,” I growl in her ear. “You may need to show me the greenhouse right now.”

She pinches my side. “Behave!”

“You said to wear clothes,” I counter. “But I thinkyoumisunderstood the assignment.”

“This is not that sexy.” She frowns at me.

“Have you worn this dress in public before?” I counter. “Were you oblivious to every man looking at your tits?”

“They were not!”

“Oh, my mistake. They were looking at your tattoos.” I trace a finger across the mamane bloom that dips salaciously low. Becca watches my finger and blushes, perhaps realizing how pert her nipples are and that this dress doesn’t hide anything.

“I’ll go grab a shawl,” she concedes, taking my hand and walking me toward the guest house behind the main one. As we pass the main home, I notice a smoking grill and several people prepping food at the picnic table. A younger couple notices us walking by and the woman in pink jumps up and waves excitedly.

“Becca!” The woman calls out, and I’m guessing she’s Becca’s sister. “Bring your boyfriend over here. We want to meet him!”

“In a second,” Becca calls back. “I need to get something from my house.”

“Introduce him first and leave him with us,” the sister calls back with a cackle.

“Pushy,” I joke, raising my eyebrows to Becca.

“You have no idea,” she grumbles, dragging me out of their view. “I wouldn’t dare leave you alone with those vultures.”

“You don’t think I can handle them?”

“Have you seen a zombie movie where the undead swarm someone with their voracious appetite?” Becca asks as she opens the door to her guest house and steps inside. “That’s my family: swoop in, and then it’s brains for lunch.” Her eyes get wide as she pulls me into her house and shuts the door. “I like you, Archer. I’d prefer it if you weren’t scared off by my family’s apocalyptic lack of decorum.”

“I don’t know,” I tease, pulling her back to me and wrapping my arms around her waist. “It’s going to takea lotto keep me away from you.” I kiss her, sliding my hands up the open back of her dress, relishing her full-body shiver as she kisses me back. “And seriously,whatwere you thinking with this dress?”

It’s ridiculously easy for me to slip one of my hands inside the dress’s top and cup her bare breast—which I do, thrumming her nipple as she wickedly mewls.

“I—I—” she pants at my assault. “I didn’t realize you could—”

“Do this?” I pluck one of the strands by her neck and the whole front of the dress falls to her waist, baring her tits. She looks up shocked, seriously having no idea how easy it would be to take her out of this thing. I latch onto her nipple and take the taught bud in my mouth, sucking hard before she can protest, her incredible tits tasting like ripe peaches.

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