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Sadie finishes with whatever she had to do to get the light right and steps aside.

Instead of the ripe tomato, a deep purple eggplant sits on a little pedestal. Its skin is pristine with nary a white mark to scar it. The stem’s surprisingly green with the leaves fluttering down the top. It’s the perfect eggplant.

Sadie glances her hand down its flesh, trailing the curve as if she’s running her palm over a thigh…or better. My mouth drops, air coming in spurts as she hefts up the eggplant.

Kiss it! Run your tongue up the side!

My brain fails to shut down the dirty thoughts every damn veggie shifter’s had before. For a beautiful woman to find us on her counter, brush her lips up our curves, toy with our stems with the tip of her finger. And to…

Well, it’s much easier for the cucumber or carrot to take it to the next step. Not that my internet searches are completely clean.

All those filthy fantasies come with a risk that instead of her running her fingers over you, she’s more likely to slice a knife down it instead.

I only tried it once, when I was young, horny, and very stupid.

The second she pulled the mandolin out, I transformed back into a naked human and ran with my cock and balls in hand.

Would Sadie…?

No. That’s… One problem at a time. I’m not even allowed to fuck her as a man never mind a…

“What’s that?” I cry out far squeakier than I intended.

While cradling the eggplant, she pops open a small bottle of clear liquid. “Lube,” she says and squirts it down the eggplant’s body. The drip flies over the curve, but Sadie catches it with her finger. Then she starts to smear the slippery lube all over the eggplant’s body.

My hands clench to her bedspread.

“I know it’s a little weird,” she says, her smile shining.

She works her forearm, pumping up and down the wide bottom, then swirling around the skinnier top.

My heartbeat thunders in my skull, my jaw locked tight.

All my blood is pounding into my cock and there’s nothing I can do to stop it. Looking away is impossible.

Fuck, I want her to tear off her shirt and rub that slicked up eggplant between her tits.

“But see how the skin glistens!” She holds up the fully lubed eggplant with pride. I nod and force on a smile.

“Looks…” Like I would after you’ve come all over me. “Great.”

Her beaming grin almost cuts through the throbbing from my chest down to my calves. The pride in her skill radiates, and I’d love to tell her I’m impressed by her ingenuity. But if I open my mouth, I know I’ll beg for her to do the same to me next.

Sadie places the now gleaming eggplant back onto its tiny stand. She leans closer and closer, one hand on the base, the other fluffing the stem. I don’t realize I’m scooting toward her until I nearly fall off the bed.

Shit! In catching myself, I pin my hard cock between my thigh.

Wrenching my hand into my pocket, I try to corral my dick and free it before I do any more damage.

It’s a tight fit, but I manage to grab it just as the spray bottle appears.

Sadie gives a quick little squirt over the eggplant’s stem.

The leaves brighten and she rubs her finger over the very top of the stem.

Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck…

“There,” she declares, then slips in behind her camera.

I’m lost, my mind fractured as I’m imagining her hand stroking over both my stem and teasing the crown of my cock. Her breasts smeared in the oil, ready to thrust me in between them. And as I sit, trapped between her, she bends down and licks the stem…

“Ugh,” a whimpering moan of pain only felt by celibate monks having their first wet dream after forty years slips from my mouth.

I can’t take this. I’m being cucked by a literal vegetable for a woman that’s got me sitting on her bed knowing I’ll be alone tonight.

I have to…to shove all that aside. To spread her out on that table with the lights shining on her body, to squeeze her brown nipples as I thrust deep into her juicy pussy.

I’m pacing, led around by my cock that’s shoving on my waistband. Even the belt can’t keep it back. It wants out. It wants her.

Sadie, unaware of me huffing and aching behind her, keeps snapping her pictures.

Her dark hair shines as she sways, the pony tail darting from one shoulder to the next.

I clench my fist, aching to roll that hair around it, then tug her back and kiss her.

Run my hand down her shirt, palm her breast, and pull her to the bed.

Fuck, me. Her ass is right there, the back of her jeans bowing across them.

I step closer, losing myself in the heat of her body.

My hands drop, resting just beside her hips.

To take them and pull her back onto me. Let her see what she’s done to my cock.

How if I don’t have her now I’m going to blow in my pants.

“What do you think?”

I need to buy more condoms.

Something in her sweet tone and the giddiness in her eyes punctures through my wild ache enough I can form a word. “Huh?”

Sort of.

“My photos?” Sadie steps to the side, but not before my palm brushes against her hip, then over her ass.

I shudder to my toes, fighting to not grab myself and beg to release across her breasts again. She’s gazing up at me with an energy nearly as nervous as mine. Bouncing on her toes, she keeps jerking her head to the camera.

This is a test. If I can’t control myself, then I will never get to fuck her again.

Take one for the fucking team.

With that order to my cock and balls, I lean close enough to the viewfinder.

“I’ve been trying a new shutter speed. Eggplants are tricky because they’re so dark, but you want a simple background and the lighting’s not the best in here. I used to shoot in the kitchen but—”

“They’re beautiful,” I whisper, scrolling from one gorgeous picture of a perfect eggplant to another. I’d kill to look that good on a counter.

“Really?” she cries out before folding back. “You’re just saying that.”

“No. It’s… I can honestly say it’s the best picture of an eggplant I’ve ever seen.”

She gives a hopeful giggle, then rushes for her camera. “I hope the client will like them half as much. I…” Sadie glances around her room of clocks and her cheeks pink. “That can wait. Let me get dressed. Fifteen minutes. No, ten!”

Dressed? As in a dress with her tits popping out and a skirt for quick access?

I will blow this in five seconds.

“No!” I cry out. “You look great the way you are.”

“I do?” She stares down at her t-shirt in disbelief. “Are you sure?”

“Of course. Why don’t we go?” I crook out my arm.

She slips her hand over my biceps and, for a brief second a soft gasp slips out.

One night. I only need to behave for one night then I can hear her scream my name twenty times in a row.

I can do this. I can…

“Oh, wait.” Sadie abandons me to pick up the eggplant. “Better put this away.” As she carries it to the box, she pats its ass, looks right at me, and bites her lip.

I am so fucked.