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“I thought you wanted to talk, Miranda… Is now a good time for that talk?”

My jaw drops. He can’t possibly mean that. “Don’t you dare.”

He laughs. “Don’t worry, my love. There will be plenty of time for our discussion, but now is definitely not that time.”

He leans down and kisses me, hard. I taste myself in his mouth, which makes me writhe more. In one smooth motion, his legs are between mine, and he enters me. My back arches again, this time without my intention. My body is completely out of my control as he presses his hips in again and again, pounding deep into me with every thrust.

At first, I fight against my bonds, wanting to wrap my arms around him and pull him deeper. Soon nothing matters to me but the endless crashing waves I feel within as I climax over and over. Reality slips away from me as lose track of everything but my pleasure, but he eventually cries out with his own and collapses on top of me, spent, but only momentarily, I’m sure, given his recent history in this area. After a couple minutes, he loosens my shackles and suggests I use the bathroom. I can barely walk once I roll out of bed, but I eventually reach the door and hear, “Oh, and Miranda, don’t take that off just yet.”

I smile as I close the door behind me.

Chapter 16

George

I’mhappytosaythat Miranda has officially begun her training! While her body is learning everything it needs to do, it isn’t responding as quickly as it really should be. Even at her advanced age, she should be able to do more of these techniques as soon as she’s shown. It shouldn’t take until the next day. I don’t know what else I should be doing to get her moving the way she should

I’m anxious about our relationship, too. Being a docent is all proving difficult, or at least more difficult than I expected and hoped. I think my greatest challenge will be staying professional. Maybe it is our bond getting stronger, I don’t know. I don’t usually open up to people but she has this warmth to her that makes it easy to relax around her. Her sarcasm cracks me up and it is hard to keep things serious in the dojo. The problem is, if we’re not serious when we train, it’s going to get her killed. She is nowhere near as disciplined as she would be had she started as an adolescent instead of as an adult with a fully formed, larger-than-life personality. She’s not as disciplined as she needs to be to survive.

Knowing this keeps me focused on her training. I also sometimes act more responsible than her, regardless of our age difference. For instance, when we went to meet Joanna. I cannot believe the way she spoke to her predecessor. My father must me rolling over.

Maybe bringing her to meet Joanna was a mistake. Maybe, instead of an opportunity to learn, that meeting was a tease, a glimpse at a remotely possible future that we both silently know she most likely won’t attain.

Maybe I’m making a mistake, letting myself get too casual and too attached to a Guardian. But that’s part of the spiritual bond, I guess. That’s the one part of this my dad never really explained. I know he loved her, but I never knew the depth of that love. But I need to stay more detached, if for no reason other than I know has she such a small chance of surviving much past her firstrealconfrontation. Especially if I can’t find and figure out how to stop these jinn.

I haven’t been able to find out much besides the fact that the imps summoned the jinn. I’ve returned to the dive bar half a dozen times, but, other than being propositioned by what I believe was a poorly disguised harpy, I haven’t had luck making contact with any creatures of import there. I need to make some more progress.

Chapter 17

Miranda

Iwakethenextmorning feeling sorer than I have ever been in my life. I’m sure some of it’s from my training this week with George, but most of it…most of it is from the sex last night. So much sex. Sex like we were newlyweds again. Sex like we have never had before. The kind of sex where two people know what to do to make their partner scream as well as knowing what their partner can do to make them scream and it all comes together, just as they do. I don’t know how I kept up, but I’m guessing it’s one of the pluses to this chosen one thing.

I’m thinking about all the positions we tried and how some worked and many did not. This one particular position we tried, successfully, and, wow, I think it is my new favorite. Jake is whistling in the shower. I’m content. And then it suddenly hits me.

“Mother fucker!” I bolt to sitting from my lazy sleeping-in position. We never had our conversation. What the hell, Jake! That’s it. We need to talk as soon as he’s out of the bathroom. I get up, put a T-shirt on my naked body (eventually the lacy thing just got in the way), and begin to pace.

He’s still whistling when he opens the bathroom door, towel wrapped around his waist. I bite my lip when I look at him and force myself to ignore what I know is under that towel. He looks me up and down and grins. “Ready for more?”

“No, no, no, no. No.” I put my hands up in front of me to keep him from getting any closer. I didn’t even mean to, but I’m actually standing in guard stance from my training. I hear my phone chime with a text message on my bedside table. “Stay. There.” I point to the bathroom doorway, so he can’t try to misinterpret where I mean.

I skirt around him to the bedside, keeping as much distance as I can keep to prevent his penis from somehow accidentally falling inside me. I grab my phone and read the text from Eliza.

Hey, how’s it going? Absolutely no rush. Just wondering the plan for today.

I sit on the edge of the bed and sigh, not sure how to explain that I have obtained none of the objectives I set for the night.

Hey, need a little more time. Sorry!

I put the phone on do not disturb before placing it on the table. I feel his eyes on me and know I have to say something. I can’t look at him though because I’ll just want to rip his towel off.

“Jake, we need to talk. What is going on with you lately? All you seem interested in is sex. And when I don’t want it, you get pissed and storm off.”

“Is it such a crime to desire my wife?”

“No, but there is more to life.” I chance a look at him because this is serious and I need him to know that. “I’m not always going to be in the mood for it, you know? What the hell happened to you out in Vegas that you’re so sexually insatiable all the sudden, anyway?”

He looks a little nervous. “I don’t know. I guess I realized there’s no reason to put off pleasure. At the clubs out there, people were practically fucking right on the dance floor. So why’s it so bad to have my own wife when I want her?”

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