Wildly Inappropriate

Wildly Inappropriate by Eden Connor Read Free Book Online

Book: Wildly Inappropriate by Eden Connor Read Free Book Online
Authors: Eden Connor
Tags: Romance, BDSM erotic romance suspense
peach trees? I mean, do white men have to hogtie their women to get laid?"
    He flashed her that grin that made her tummy flutter. "No, it's been a while since I tied anyone up."
    He stooped to pick up a peach then reached into his pocket. The small knife he'd used this morning appeared. The sun flashed off the blade when he sliced into the soft fruit. Restlessly, Cynda tilted her head back again, squirming as she tested her bindings. His chuckle infuriated her. She closed her eyes, but it seemed she could still feel the vibrations from the rough-running motor on the old machine.
    He won't hurt me. She wished she was more certain of that, but this was a game to him. The better she played the game, the more likely he'd be to listen to her about selling some of his land. She opened her eyes again, resolving to play along.
    Juice dripped from the fruit and watching it trickle down his fingers seemed to prompt her juices to follow suit. She was naked, tied up, and alone on a mountaintop with him. The small tips on her nipples perked when her fear began to change to something equally primitive.
    He glanced at her, but the knife never stopped moving. "My grandfather developed these two varieties. This one's a clingstone. See how the flesh of the peach clings to the pit?"
    She moved her feet a bit, struggling slightly with her bonds, to make the game better. Something flashed in his eyes. She tugged on the cords a bit more. Yes, he likes that. Staring at his hands made her shiver in spite of the heat, and the image of how he'd used the forks flashed in her head. Not the forks, precisely, but her body's reaction to what he'd done. The thought summoned an ache in her pussy and made her nipples harden without a touch.
    "Yes, Daniel." Saying those words made her wetter.
    "Good girl. See how fuzzy this variety is?"
    Reluctantly, she turned her attention from the way his jeans strained across his thighs. The white down covering the skin did look heavier than normal for a peach. Inside, the fruit was a deep cranberry, not just around the pit, but almost to the skin. The rich color radiated into a narrow band of pearl-toned flesh. Juice dripped from his fingers, taunting her. This was like dying of thirst and staring at water but not being allowed to drink. His jeans bulged beneath the zipper. What the hell is he waiting for?
    When he had a neat row of eight equal slices laid in the grass, he peeled the furry skin from one, and held it to her lips. Cynda bit into it. A tangy taste exploded on her tongue.
    "It tastes like a cross between a pomegranate and a peach, doesn't it?"
    She moaned her agreement, chewing slowly. He picked up another slice, but didn't peel it. She opened her mouth but to her shock, he dipped the piece between her legs. She tensed as the soft fuzz touched the sensitive cowl covering her clit.
    Tension coiled inside her, winding a bit tighter with each soft stroke. He stood close and talked as if they were sitting down to dinner. "My mother's father was something of a botanist. He developed this variety. I used to read his diaries. He said Mother Nature had a way of getting even if you messed with her too much. Like this peach. He worked on this variety for over a decade. It has beautiful color and a tasty flesh, but although he started with a freestone variety, the better the flesh began to taste, the more it wrapped around the stone. Yet he needed this to be a freestone, to make it sell better in markets and grocery stores. People don't want to buy peaches if they have to cut out the stone. Most clingstone peaches get sold for canning. The migrants didn't like to pick these trees either, because the fuzz makes any exposed skin it touches itch violently after a few minute's exposure, also a bad thing for retail sales."
    It felt as though his words summoned tiny spikes of pain. He lifted the slice, and to her shock, he rubbed the fuzz across her nipples. "No, Daniel, please," she cried, struggling to free her hands so she

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