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As I climb onto the bed next to her, she asks, “Why do you call me m’lady?”

I stretch out, tucking my hands behind my head. “I’ve seen Outlander. I know how to treat a woman from across the pond right.”

The corner of her mouth turns up in a teasing smile. “You realize taking pointers from Outlander might be a little outdated.”

“Sure, but I don’t know any person now or then that wouldn’t vote Jamie Fraser for Sexiest Man of the Year—or millennium.”

She rolls onto her side to face me with a laugh. “I’ve never met anyone like you,” she says with a smile so sweet and genuine that it feels like my chest could burst.

“Well, m’lady, the same could be said about you.” I give my best attempt at a Scottish accent. “So, let’s get that gorgeous snatch stretched so I can skewer ye with me sword.”

“That sounds like murder.” She laughs and lets me roll her onto her back while I climb on top of her.

“Aye, well, my sword of velvet-wrapped steel.”

I begin unbuttoning the front of her dress, kissing her soft skin after each button. She moans sweetly each time. I can’t wait to fuck, but this moment is so precious, I almost dread the last button.

But then I undress her to bare her pussy, and precious is the last fucking thing I want.

She’s magnificent like this. Every curve and roll sexily displayed in nothing but a red, lacey melon holster. Her pretty blue eyes are ablaze with want and desire. I can’t reach for my carrot-slash-dildo quicker.

Having already laid down a towel, I go to oil up the carrot, but she stops me, coyly saying, “I think we can skip that one.”

I lift my brow. “Yeah? You want me cock-umber?”

“Give it to me,” she says with a bite, and heat zips down my spine straight to my balls.

“God be damned if I don’t love when you boss me around.” She shivers when I run the tip of the vegetable, cold from the fridge, between her tits and down her voluptuous belly.

She bites her lip then says shyly, “I think I like bossing you around too.”

I get the impression giving orders in the bedroom isn’t typical for her. I’m truly honored she feels safe and comfortable enough with me to try something new. Even in the short time we’ve known each other.

Maybe it’s not too early to propose after all . . .

“Well, what are you waiting for?” she quips with a sexy smirk.

“Yes, ma’am!” Like a soldier jumping to position, I pick the olive oil back up and drizzle it over the cucumber tip. It glistens as it slides down, and my stomach swoops at the sight. “Now, just imagine how it will look when this is my cock and your love juice.”

She sucks in a small but audible breath, and my dick jerks.

I drag the lubed-up vegetable over her clit, drawing more breathy moans from her before sliding it into her moist folds.

“Oh.” Her eyebrows jump and her mouth makes a cute little O. I pump it in and out. Soon, her eyes become hooded and she digs her teeth into her bottom lip.

Once she’s moaning continuously and beginning to rock her hips, chasing for more, I switch to the eggplant.

“Yes,” she cries. “Stuff me full of aubergine!”

Seeing her become undone and wanton is intoxicating, incredible, marvelous.

Like a drummer boy, I wield cucumber and eggplant like drumsticks in each hand, stroking her clit and fucking her cunt.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she screams as she shatters.

I slow my movements as she comes down then carefully withdraw. She’s red-cheeked and blissed-out, panting softly.

“If that’s what you can do with an eggplant, I can’t wait for what’s next.” She releases a pleased exhale.

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