Wildly Inappropriate by Eden Connor Read Free Book Online Page B

money, Daniel. You're bound to want something the money could buy."
    "Ah, yes, the money. Tell me something, Cynda. What do you dream about? What would you do with the money?"
    He stepped close. She felt his hand between her thighs and the brush of the fuzz against her clit again. All she could think about was the way her most tender flesh was stinging and the way the soft breeze cooled the moisture on her thighs.
    Holding her gaze with his, he brought the slice of fruit from between her thighs to his lips. She lost her ability to breathe watching his teeth sink slowly into the dark flesh. It was as though she could taste the tangy flavor on his tongue.
    He tossed the skin aside, still staring at her. She knew he expected her to speak, but sharing dreams was for lovers. This was a business deal. "Dreams are for folks with choices," she whispered, thinking of her brother Jarrod and where his dreams had gotten him, not to mention how her brother's pursuit of his dreams had landed her in this mess. "I just wanna help my grams pay off her house."
    His eyes crinkled at the corners. "I want to help my family too, what's left of it. But they're grown men with jobs, and both own their own homes. You passed their houses coming to the farmhouse, but Colton's bungalow isn't visible from the road. It might've been too dark for you to have seen Eric's cabin. They live off what they earn. And they don't want to sell. But I can tell you a bit more about me and in the process explain why I tied you to this tree."
    He turned away, returning to the trailer. When he came back, he held a small bottle. Whatever was in it was such a faint orange color she could see through it. He twisted off the cap.
    "My mother left when I was nine. My father focused on two things after that day. Work and how much he wanted her back. We had help when my brothers and sister were small, but once the baby—my only sister Sarah—turned ten, he let all the help go. The job of explaining most things to them after that, including sex, fell to me."
    He poured some of the bottle's contents into one large palm, leaning over to set the bottle into the cleft where the branches forked from the trunk. He rubbed his hands together, still talking.
    "My two brothers weren't difficult to explain that to, but my baby sister was another story. I revised my usual sex talk quite a bit. Then, when she was about fifteen, she found out Colton, the brother closest to her in age, had sex with someone. She asked if he was going to marry the girl. He laughed and said no. She punched him right in the nose and then cried for about half a day. When she stopped crying, you can bet she had a whole new list of questions for me."
    He placed his palms on her breasts. Whatever coated his hands felt oily, easing their movement down the sides of her small mounds. Her sore nipples hardened like the tiny rock she'd stepped on, and he smiled knowingly before reaching for the bottle to pour more oil into his hand. The stinging sensation increased. If he'd only rub some of that oil over my nipples, the stinging would stop. Thinking about it only made it worse, so she tried to focus on what he was saying.
    "That got me to thinking. If all women get such a different take on the topic, then you grow up thinking sex is something you save for marriage, and yet, you'd be selling yourself short to stop at the first hard dick you see. Truth is, a few generations ago, people didn't live as long as they do now so they got married earlier. But nowadays people don't get married at sixteen, so if that system ever worked, it doesn't anymore. But we still tell our daughters to save themselves for the man who'll love them and tell our sons to use condoms. Somewhere in there, we imply to those sons that becoming a man means fucking every woman possible."
    His big hands swept down her sides, coating her with the slick oil. She could've stamped her foot she wanted it on her nipples so badly.
    "I know the self-doubt guys