Page 71 of Sterling Fight

“Stand up,” she says breathlessly. “Lose your pants.”

I chuckle until her gaze lands on me, a new fire in them.

“You don’t need⁠—”

“I need.” She awkwardly presses herself upright and scrunches her fingers which could be frightening if I wasn’t already so hard I could cut glass.

Slowly, I rise before her as Genie watches me stand to my full height. When I reach for the button on my jeans, Genie pushes my hands away and eagerly pulls down my zipper, setting me free from the confines of my boxer briefs.

With my jeans just below my hips, Genie strokes my hard length, and I hiss. “Sweet firefly,” I croon, petting back her hair and glancing down at her.

When she lifts her eyes while dangling her tongue against my engorged tip, seeping with need for her, I swear I grow even harder. Still watching me with those eyes, she squeezes me.

Nothing wrong with her eye and hand coordination now.

Genie takes a long lick up my shaft then opens wide and sucks me deep, and my eyes roll back in my head.

“Oh God,” I grunt, knowing nothing has ever felt like this. It isn’t skill or talent or some strange witchcraft, this is pure ecstasy on a level I’ve never felt before.

“Genie. Baby. I think you’ve put a spell on me.”

Her hand cups my balls, and she takes me as deep as she can and I gently rock forward, petting over her hair, holding myself back while melting under her attention to detail. A lick. A suck. A pump.

“Genie. I’m gonna—” I choke on what she does next. The depth. The roll of her throat against my tip.

It’s too much and I picture marking that crease between her breasts, the one that’s tempting between the sweet, green ruffles exposing her collarbone. As if reading my thoughts, she releases me and I spill on the column of her throat, watching as my seed drips down her sternum and between those lush breasts.

“Did you just read my mind?” I ask breathlessly, staring at where I’ve just painted her skin.

“Now, you’ve marked me.” Her voice is sultry. Her eyes mischievous, and I lean down and kiss her flirty mouth.

With a sharp tug to pull up my jeans, I leave the mess on her chest, cup her ass and lift her to me, carrying her to my bed where I intend to sleep next to my fiancée and new best friend again.

I wake draped over Genie like she’s my personal body pillow. My cheek is on her chest. My arms tucked into her sides, and one of my legs draped over both of hers. She’s locked in like I was afraid she’d disappear in the night.

I press a kiss to her chest, instantly recalling what we did last night and how I marked her here. It’s been a long time since anyone has done what she did to me last night, but it wasn’t the act itself that was special. The moment is etched in my heart because of this woman. The pleasure heightened to a dizzying crescendo because of Genie.

Afterward, I cleaned her off with a warm washcloth before helping her into my Seed & Soil T-shirt.

“Good morning,” she whispers, combing her fingers through my hair again.

“Mornin’,” I mutter, unable to lift my head because of how good her scalp massage feels.

“What’s on the agenda today?” Her voice is still quiet.

“Asks the calendar girl,” I tease, rubbing my nose along her T-shirt covered breasts.

“I can’t seem to help myself.” She lightly chuckles, jostling my head.

“Well, I know you told me last weekend was Naked Gardening Day but how would you feel about commemorating the day today.”

“You want me to be naked in your garden?”

I finally lift my head, pressing up on my forearms. “Now there’s an idea.”

She laughs. “Is this one of your wishes? Because a genie can only grant three.”

I tilt my head. “I only get three?” I roll my eyes to the side and quirk my lips like I’m thinking. What would my wishes be? But the answers come easily.