Page 78 of Wallflower in Bloom

“You get ten minutes, little vixen,” he relented, stepping back. “Not a minute more.”

After the fastest shower of her life and lotion thrown on her skin, Violet tied her favorite corset with white lace and little flowers. Her breasts looked amazing in it, and she’d even found thigh-highs that connected with the garters at the bottom. She’d paired it with a matching white lace bikini.

She looked at herself in the mirror. She was about to have one of her fantasies come true, and this outfit was for herself, not for Jack. She wanted to feel sexy and confident, and with a shock, she realized she’d done it. She’d piled her curls on her head to avoid getting them wet, and the result looked like she’d already been wrestling with someone in bed.

She looked wanton.

And she liked it.

She threw her shoulders back, and her lips curled into a seductive smile. Take up every inch.

Monstera Albo Variegata was now here, and she was about to bang her dream man. With a wink at herself in the mirror, she opened the door to her bedroom and saw Jack standing beside her bed, holding a worn paperback.

He sucked in a breath and fell to his knees on her rug. “Holy…” His eyes roamed her body. “…God.” His hands reached out for her.

And Monstera decided she was pleased. She sauntered to him beside the bed, and he reached for her.

“Violet, you look…” His hands ran along the backs of her thighs. “I don’t deserve you,” he muttered.

What would Monstera say?

Violet lifted his chin so he’d look at her. “Then earn it.”

She licked her lips, and he stood, wrapping his arms tight around her and capturing her mouth.

His tongue danced with hers. She loved his taste, how his beard scratched her cheeks in the best way. What would it feel like between her thighs? She clenched, thinking about what they were going to do.

A vision flashed in her brain of how she’d suggested this once with an ex and how he’d laughed at her. She faltered. Maybe this was a bad idea?

“Are you sure you want to try this?” Her alter ego fell in tatters by the wayside.

“I’m dying to get my tongue on you,” he growled, his fingers tracing the underside of her corset.

Her eyes searched his. “But what if I hurt you?”

“If I die, I die.” He winked as he bent down to nuzzle her neck. “It’s my preferred way to go. But first, I had an idea. A warm-up of sorts.”

He reached beside him and held her copy of Bred by a Royal Duke, a smutty Regency erotica she’d spent a lot of alone time with.

“I see you’ve enjoyed this one.” He pointed to the cracked spine and worn cover.

She bit her lip and nodded, a little embarrassed. “It’s surprisingly good.” What was he up to?

“I know. It’s one of my favorites.”

Her eyes flew to his. His sexy smirk was replaced by a shy smile. “And now you know one of my secrets. Now turn to page 187—”

My favorite scene.

“—and lie down so I can finally taste your pussy properly.”

She lay on the bed, propped up on her arms with the book in hand, still confused.

He climbed onto the bed between her legs and spread her wide. A shock of need shot straight to her core.

He traced his fingers along the edge of her stockings and kissed her thighs where her garters skimmed them.

“You’re going to read that scene again and again until you come all over my face. Come until you can’t take it anymore.” His voice was low and needy, with an edge of demand.

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