Page 39 of Jasmine's Enchanted Genie

He rode me fast, and I moaned with ecstasy while he did it. And when I thought I couldn’t take any more, he twisted me around in the air until one of my legs pointed toward the ceiling, the other to the floor.

When he sunk inside me and his second cock latched onto my clit, I couldn’t hold back. He plunged into me over and over while I rode the wave of the best orgasm of my life.

21

BOSHUN

Itold her about my conversation with Cardia.

“There has to be a way to break her spell and get you out of the lamp permanently,” Jasmine said.

We sat naked on the bed together eating snacks I magicked from the air based on her every whim. She’d sampled fruit from all over the world, cheeses from lands where cattle roamed freely, eating only sweet grass and flowers. And I’d brought her the ripest olives and the best breads in the world.

We washed all of it down with wine made by pixies living in the fae court.

“Does the lamp allow the genie to permanently leave without someone else replacing them?” she asked, feeding me an olive.

I chewed, thinking. “I don’t know.”

“Is it sentient?”

“I haven’t sensed it has a life of its own.”

“Yet there are rules.”

I grunted. “They apply to the genie, not the lamp.”

“Who made the rules?”

“I wish I knew. When I’ve been granted a moment outside the lamp, I’ve never found any written history about it. And I wasn’t in college long enough to learn, assuming any of the professors included magical lamps in their lessons.”

“Is there any way to find out?”

I shrugged. “We could visit the college’s library. There may be a book there.”

“Hold on.” She frowned. “I just remembered something.”

I waited patiently while she thought.

“Yes.” The smile she gave me made my pulse surge up into my throat. “When I was in her office, I saw a book about genies.” Jasmine tipped her head back to look up at me. “If we can break into the building, we could steal the book and see if it has any suggestions.”

“You’re brilliant.” I shifted her hair to the side and kissed the nape of her neck. “After you’ve spoken to the healer, I’ll magic us there.”

“You’ve done a lot of magic for me without me making a wish.”

And I might end up paying a price. One obscure rule mentioned something about penalties for giving away more than samples of magic, but I wasn’t going to worry about that right now.

For the first time, I had hope that I might find a way to be free from the lamp forever.

Then I could spend the rest of a normal life with Jasmine.

We bathed, and I crafted another gorgeous dress for my love, then we popped into her room, where we found Viscar going through Jasmine’s things, his back to us.

A flick of my hand quietly opened the door, so he’d think we’d entered that way.

“Find anything?” she asked, striding toward him with complete confidence. The soft spoken, sad woman I’d met when she rubbed my lamp had been replaced with one who’d found joy in her life and who had a solid belief that she could build a better future.

“I was . . . just making sure you didn’t need anything pressed or hung in the closet,” he said, backing away from her with his hands lifted. “I’m terribly sorry, my lady. It meant nothing.”

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