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“I want you to take me back in the house and make me yours.”

Heat washes over me as my heart swells. “Wish number two, granted,” I say, lifting her from the ground.

“How many do I get?” She narrows her brows and laughs. “This isn’t one of those three wish deals, is it? I’m going to need ten at least.”

“Oh, this is one of those infinity wish situations. You keep rubbing me, I’ll keep making your wishes come true.”

“And you won’t expect me to eventually wish for your freedom?” She giggles. “I’ve seen the genie movies. Eventually, they all want their freedom.”

“Nope.” I push the door open and step inside the cabin. “No freedom for me. I want to be locked up with you for eternity.” I kick the door closed behind me and carry my little princess back to the bedroom. “I do have a few wishes of my own, though.”

She lands on the bed and stares up at me with the tiniest of grins as though she’s desperate for me to wish for something naughty.

“Yeah? I don’t think that’s how this works. Genies don’t get wishes.”

“Not true. Genies get three wishes to use for themselves. Look it up.”

Laughter ensues as I crawl onto the bed, straddling her beneath me.

“That’s not true.”

“It is. I’ll prove it.”

“How?”

“Strip down for me, princess.”

Her eyes meet mine with hooded lids as she strips the thin fabric of her gown off her curved frame. I’m not sure if this is a wish coming true or if she is as desperate to get naked as I am.

I stare down at her thick frame, admiring her soft skin, her gentle curves, the way her tits stand hard and needy. Her hips grind upward against my jeans and the scent from her little, bare pussy sweeps against me.

Fuck!

I grip her hips and she squeaks. “Okay, your wishes do come true.”

“Told you. You ready for another one?”

She nods.

“Okay. I wish you were grinding that little pussy against my face.” I drag a line of kisses against her throat, her shoulder, her nipples, her stomach, and finally her thick thighs. I love that there’s weight to her. I love that I can grab her ass and squeeze. I love the squish of her thighs against my cheeks as I dive into her mound, and I love the thick lips of her pussy as they grind against me for relief.

I’ve thought about this place dozens and dozens of times over the years, but here with my tongue rolling over her clit as she squeals and moans, I know this is where I’m meant to be. And now, I have to make it official.

Chapter Seven

Kelly

I’m probably moving too fast. No, I know I’m moving too fast. Logic says I should take my time, think this over, separate myself from the tragedy of losing my mother, and make a logical, sound decision.

Unfortunately, my clit has made other plans.Truthfully, I can’t blame her. I’ve known forever and a day that Gentry is all I needed to be happy, and when I’m in his arms, the world makes sense. It sounds cheesy, but it’s true. Somehow, his big, strong biceps make everything okay.

I’ve fantasized about this moment with Gentry so many times in this little bed that a part of me still wonders if this isn’t an elaborate stress dream. Clearly my body is looking for an escape. The last few weeks have been stressful to say the least.

He slides his finger inside of me and groans against my clit, scratching in an upward motion until I’m nearly exploding.

“You taste so good, princess.”

I’ve never had a man appreciate me like this. I feel Gentry taking his time with me almost as though he’s memorizing every spot. There’s something about this that drives up the intensity. The slow careful way he flicks his tongue against my clit. The way his rough hands explore my insides. The growl in his throat that doesn’t go away. It’s almost as though he’s impatient and desperate to feel me come, but yet he still wants to take his time.

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