Page 40 of Wallflower in Bloom

Just.

Like.

You.”

Chapter

Nine

JACK

Tension flooded the space between them.

Violet stared back at him with a curious intensity. Her eyes narrowed. She bit her lip as she hesitated but finally said, “Show me.”

His cock jumped at those dirty words coming out of her pillowy mouth.

Such a naughty little sunbeam.

“Only if you tell me what I felt underneath your pajamas.” It had to be corset boning; he was sure of it.

“Me?” she said, grabbing her waist.

“Are you wearing a corset?” His curiosity got the better of him.

“It helps me feel more confident,” she stammered.

“Under your pajamas,” he clarified. Thinking about what she looked like in a corset would be the end of him.

“It’s like…it’s like my armor. It’s the only thing that fits all of me. It helps me feel sexy.”

Bloody hell. Now he had to see it.

“Show me yours, I’ll show you mine.” He wiggled his phone, taunting her. “Unless,” he countered in a low voice, “that’s too much for you. Unless you’re not brave enough.”

An unsure glint flashed through her eyes as she considered it. “You don’t want to see people like me.”

Goddamnit.

He’d fucking show her. He navigated to the boring-looking app and entered his pin code. He handed her the phone as images loaded.

Gifs of couples, threesomes, foursomes, men and women of every size filled the screen.

“You see, Violet?” He stood over her shoulder as she registered what was onscreen.

Her wide eyes scanned the explicit photos. She slowly scrolled the list and found his collection of curvy women. Women who were her size. With lush round asses and full breasts he’d wanted to drown in, taking their pleasure alone or with a partner or two.

“What do you like about it?” she whispered, mesmerized by one gif.

He tapped to enlarge it. The woman looked a lot like Violet. Milky skin, hourglass shape, heavy large tits, a sweet face.

“I love that she’s enjoying it. I love how her tits swing when she fucks him. The curve of her thighs bouncing as she rides him.”

His cock was a steel bar in his pants, but he didn’t care. He’d beg on his knees for her to keep going.

“Show me, Violet. I want to see what’s under this,” he whispered, his fingers catching the fabric of her shirt. She glanced over her shoulder to where he stood behind her.

He raised an eyebrow. “Tit for tat.”

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