"No, no. I can fix this. I know I can. You don't want to be married to me. I snore, I'm a lousy housewife and I can't cook and here's the clincher, Sinbad, I—do—not—want—a—husband!"
He crossed his ankles quite casually and smiled again. “Sinbad sailed the seven seas, he was not a genie. And, I think that's just too damn bad, cuz ya got one and I ain't goin’ back to the bottle."
That was a pretty firm stance he was taking there.
Gods, he was sexy.
"Well, you have to go back. I can't keep you here. I can't be married to a ... a ... genie. I'm a witch!"
"You know, Felicity, you say that as if it's a dirty word. As my wife I require a little respect from you,” he admonished good-naturedly.
Felicity clenched the sheet around her and puckered her lips. “You have to go away. This was a mistake, a big mistake, of monumental proportions. And, we're not married. I just screwed up a spell. A couple of mixed up words does not a marriage make!"
"Well, babe, where we come from you tied the knot and I can't go back unless you divorce me and that means involving all sorts of nasty Djinn, you know that, sweet lips. It gets messy, ya know? Of course you know. You did marry me, remember? So, let's make the best of this little oops and move on to the honeymoon.” He winked.
Oh, those dimples ... married him? No siree Bob, she did not either marry anyone! “I did not marry you! I don't even know you! How could I get married without knowing it?"
"You did too marry me. We had a lovely wedding. On the beach of some tropical island you conjured up. You were beautiful, my love."
A tropical island? Shit, she'd been some kinda snockered last night, huh? “I couldn't conjure up an island in the middle of a highway, let alone a tropical one. God, I must have really been drunk last night!"
He cocked his shiny head as if she were the looney toon. “Drunk? Last night?"
"Yes, you Yul Brynner rip off. I was drunk last night and I came home and I had some French fries and—and—I looked through a magazine with a picture of—of—oh, my, God!” A picture of Yul Brynner...
"Could we go slowly for the guy who's done some time in a very sheltered bottle here, Glenda? I don't know what you did last night. I don't much care, either, punkin'. I only know you're finished being angry with me and summoned me from my bottle. Man alive, you can be a feisty wench. It matters not. We're together again and that's all that matters. I'll forgive you your temper, even if it cost me almost one hundred years.” He blew a kiss at her.
"One hundred years? What the hell are you talking about? I'm thirty, nitwit!"
"Of course you are, sweetness. You'll be forever thirty to me."
Felicity's face flamed with irritation. “I—am—not—your—wife!"
"Oh—yes—you—are! You look just as you did before you became so angry with me and banned me to my bottle. Did you take some bad genie juice or something? Were you smoking that opiate? What did I tell you about stuff like that?” He scooted closer to her and Felicity stepped away just as fast.
No husbands. None.
Her panic rose like the water in a stopped up toilet. Had she broken some cosmic rule? Pissed some force off that she hadn't even known existed?
Felicity tucked the sheet between her breasts and started rooting around her dresser for her magic wand. Aha! She ran her hand over it and thought hard.
Really hard.
There had to be like a ‘marriage vow-be-gone’ spell.
Shit, shit, shit.
Thinking...
"Okay. Release unto me, no longer linger. Gone with you, by just a finger?” Felicity made a circle with her wand and prayed. Squeezing her eyes shut, she concentrated.
Nothing, nothing, nothing.
The silence was thick like pea soup.
"Boo!"
"Ahhhhhhhh!” She jumped, whirling around and bashing right into Christian's hard chest.
Jeez he had nice pecs...
Pointing her wand at his nose, she squinted her eyes. “That is not funny! Oh, I can't keep yooou,” she whined. “You have to go away! I have exams and I'm already failing. I can't afford to fail this year or I'm sunk. Do you hear me? Sunk!"
His large hands gripped her shoulders and he kissed the tip of her nose. “Well, pookey, ya got me ‘til death do us part. So, what can I do to help?"
Throwing her magic wand down in frustration she stomped her foot. “Help? You can't help me. How will I explain you to everyone? Look, Lila, Dex, I'm married. Isn't he cute? Yeah, I just whipped him up while I was flaming drunk. Whaddaya think about that? How's that for a little hocus pocus?"
Massaging her shoulders, he asked, “Who are Lila and Dex again?"
"Grrrr ... they're my friends."
"And why would they be upset because you're married?"
She pushed at him. “Because they missed the opportunity to give me a bachelorette party. Because Lila didn't get to wear purple? Why do you think?"
Pulling at the sheet, he grinned again. “Then, let's not tell them for a while. Let's stay here and get to know one another ... naked..."
Yanking it back, she stalked out to the living room where Rico slept quite peacefully by the fireplace. It was already nine and she had a class at ten. If she got lucky she could just manage a shower and she might still make it.
But she hadn't even practiced her spell.
Correction, she'd practiced all right and now she had a husband to show for it.
A husband...
Wait one second. If you thought about it, she'd successfully turned nothing into something ... It wasn't like he'd been here before she cast that spell. She'd produced him out of thin air and that had to count for something. Right?
Focusing on this turn of events, she yelled for ... damn, what was his name? Christian. “Hey, Christian. C'mere. You and me, we got a exam to pass..."
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Chapter Three
Felicity strolled toward the classroom, dragging Christian behind her.
"I will not be used as some experiment, Felicity! I'm not just some piece of meat you can show off to your little witch friends,” he hissed at her.
"Ya want a place to live? Then you're my protein for the day, T-bone, so shut up, make nice and get your ass into this classroom. Because if you don't I will summon the Head-Genie guy and divorce you so quick it'll send you spinning back to that bottle you came from. Hear me?"
"I am not cattle,” he replied indignantly.
Felicity smiled at him smugly, “No, but you're my husband and it's all part of the marriage thing. You know, being supportive of my career and all?"
Eyeing her suspiciously, he formed his mouth into a thin line. “How does this qualify as a career?"
Now she was getting pissed. “Look, don't yank my crank over semantics."
Christian tugged her to him roughly and pecked her cheek. “Someone's crank has to be yanked, you sure weren't yankin’ mine. Just like the old days. You never were the warmest of women."
He had the hardest body she'd ever had the pleasure of being squished up against. It made her heart thump and her knees feel like butter. Sighing, she decided to threaten him. He already knew she was a crappy witch, but he didn't know how crappy. Trailing a finger over his lips, Felicity tilted her head back and licked her own seductively. “Christian,” she purred, “if you don't march into that classroom and sit like a nice genie while I tell everyone I whipped you up—I'll ship you back off to where you came from. Because I can, you know, just—like—that.” She snapped her fingers under his nose.
It was a total and complete fabrication, but he didn't need the 411 on it.
His jaw twitched. “Sort of the way you didn't really mean to summon me, roped me into this mockery of a marriage and now want me to be your school science project?"
Ooh, he was really a wise-ass. With a fabulous ass ... “Yeah, just like that."
"Oh, okay.” He let her go and held out his arm for her. “Shall we?"
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p; It grew very quiet as Felicity made her entrance with Christian into the classroom. If she could pass this exam, the rest of the week would be hers to figure this mess out, send him back to the bottle he came from and prepare for her next exam.
"Spell Casting for Dummies” would never be the same.
He pulled out a chair for her and sat beside her quietly, folding his hands on the desktop and nodding to all of her fledgling witch classmates.
They buzzed furiously in one another's ears. She didn't care. She had a genie. Top that why don't ya!
Caroline tapped her shoulder from behind. “Who's he?"
"I'm her science project,” Christian turned, informing her proudly with a smile that dripped charm.
Felicity poked him in the ribs and leaned back in her chair. “He's my spell."
"Are you kidding? How in all of Castoffsphere did you do that?” Caroline gasped.
"It's a secret and if I told you that would be cheating and you don't want to be caught cheating, do you, Caroline? What would Mr. Beazley say?"
Caroline twittered with a nervous gesture. “I was just asking, jeez..."
"Well, I can't tell you,” she said firmly, tipping her chair back up.
"Mr. Beazley said we had to show him the spell."
"And what do you think he is? Is this not showing him? Can you see him, Caroline?” Felicity inquired arrogantly.
"Yeah, I see him and he's just some guy. A really hot guy, but just a guy."
Christian smiled again. “Thank—"
"—be quiet, would you?” Felicity said to him through clenched teeth. “Au contraire, Caroline, he's not just any guy—he's a genie..."
Everyone gasped. It rang through the air like the hiss of a balloon letting loose a rush of trapped wind.
"Oh, he is not, F,” Amber clucked. “He doesn't have pointy shoes or those faggy pants genies wear."
"There is nothing faggy about me—"
Felicity raised a warning eyebrow at him. He clamped his mouth shut. She heard the rumbling of chuckles. “Yes, he is, Amber, and I can prove it. You'll just have to wait and see it with your own two beady eyes."
Mr. Beazley arrived with a swoosh of his broom, just in time to save her from further explanation. “Sorry, I'm late, class. Let's get started right away. I'm eager to see what you all have in store for me.” He pointed a finger at Amber. “You're up first, Amber. We'll do this alphabetically..."
Two hours and Christian's eye popping, mouth gaping, magic carpet ride later, Felicity swaggered out past her classmates with a self-satisfied strut and a brand new magic wand.
Yippee skippee!
Christian followed behind with a gaggle of witches all lining up for a little magic on his carpet. His warm chuckle grated on her nerves as he fought the women off. “Ladies, thank you. You've all been really cool, but I gotta fly."
Each and every brainless twit giggled flirtatiously at his pun.
Felicity might have gagged if not for the fact that she was sporting a brand new magic wand and she was going to go home to break it in.
"Hey, wait for me,” he called after her. “You know, F, you're not exactly making me feel all warm and fuzzy on my honeymoon. By the way, why did you change your name?” Slinging an arm over her shoulder, he thumped her arm.
"Yeah? Well, it's my honeymoon too and I plan to bring it to a screeching halt the moment I wave my new magic wand at you. So c'mon, snookums, let's go home...” she said sweetly, letting her words trail off as they walked over the green lawn of the campus. “And my name has always been Felicity,” she added.
"That's okay by me. I never much cared for Fatima and you're not very nice, Felicity. I offer you my love and you mock me. I'm hurt."
Heads turned as they made their way to the cottages. “Gee, I'm real sorry to hear that. I'd feel even sorrier if I gave a crap. But, I don't."
Look what a little magic wand has done to you, Felicity Speillman. Have fame and fortune gone to your head? A little power and your ego has swelled? Are you so callous that you'd trample the little people who helped you climb the ladder of success?
She was being a real bitch. He had just helped her scale a major hurdle by astounding even her magic professor. The least she could do was take him home and make him some lunch.
Then, she'd ship his ass off.
"I'm sorry, that was crass and mean of me."
He snorted. “Well, yeah, it was."
Linking her arm through his, Felicity led him to her cottage door. “I'll make it up to you."
"Is this the part where we have sex? That would definitely be a plus in the making it up to me list of things you'll need to do to make it up to me properly as my wife."
Felicity couldn't help it. While her nipples tingled at the thought of sex with him, she threw her head back and laughed out loud. “No, it involves tuna and some whole wheat."
Opening the door for her, Christian swatted her ass playfully. “I like tuna. So I'll let you make me lunch, but after lunch, all bets are off..."
"Yeah, yeah, stud."
Rico greeted them, rubbing along Christian's leg with a long stretch of his lithe body. Christian bent down and picked Rico up, running his knuckles under the cat's chin.
Felicity found a can of tuna and placed it on the kitchen counter. Wiggling her hips, she smiled as the top popped open and floated to the garbage can.
Christian was behind her seconds later, splaying his hand beneath her breasts and pulling her flush to his hard length. Growling in her ear, he whispered, “You shouldn't do that to me, Felicity. It's incredibly sexy."
Oh, that chest and that thick cock pressing against her ass. She gulped, feeling the heat of him seeping into her. “Wha ... what was incredibly sexy?"
Running his hand along her bare thigh, he lifted her short skirt. “When you wiggled your hips ... it makes me think impure thoughts."
Her head fell back on his shoulder as he sunk into her panties, now damp and growing more so as he invaded her pussy, moving his fingers lightly at the vee between her thighs. “Do you ever have pure thoughts?” Felicity asked as her knees began to buckle.
Licking the rim of her ear, he said, “Not after I saw you naked. I'd like to see that again."
That was a distinct possibility, because ripping her clothes off seemed rather appropriate as he stirred all of this lust up. He slipped between the wet folds of her cunt and stroked her up and down. “Oh...” she rasped as he kept up the steady slide of fingers and cupped her breast. “I ... I can't be naked now. I ... I have to..."
Sliding his tongue into her ear, he darted in and out, as he caressed her. “You have to what, Felicity?” Lifting her skirt from behind, he slithered down her body and tugged her panties down. His hands cupped her ass and his mouth pressed hot kisses over her flesh, over the backs of her thighs and along the flesh of her ass.
"St—udy. I have ... to ... to studyyyyyy...” she squeaked as he licked her heated skin. A flood of heat rushed to her cunt, sitting there, heavy, hard and unrelenting.
"I think a break is in order. Do you think you could take one of those for this?” Christian asked, as he plunged his tongue into her pussy, forcefully thrusting at the soaked flesh.
Oh—gods. She'd never had a tongue like his, so skilled ... so firm. The smooth glide made her want to crush him to her. Her clit ached, throbbing and needy. Unable to hold herself up any longer, she leaned forward on the counter with her elbows, rocking on his tongue. “Yes ... I can take a break..."
What's it gonna hurt to do the wild thing, then ship him back?
He left her quickly, standing up behind her again and pushing hard against her. She whimpered at his withdrawal. “Good,” he murmured in her ear, “then take your clothes off or I'll rip them off and fuck you senseless right up against this counter.” She felt him smile against her neck.
Pulling her shirt off, she scooted around him and went off to the bedroom. He caught up with her as clothes flew and they ran to the bed.
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ing side by side, they nearly touched, but not quite. Christian's cock was hard and thick against his abdomen. He grabbed her hand and placed it over his shaft, rubbing it roughly against him. “Break time has officially begun."
Enveloping him firmly she pumped him as he took the freedom offered and roamed his hands over her body.
Their lips met hard, crushing one another's as tongues fought, stabbing and frenzied, hot and sweet. Pushing her hard into the bed, Christian rolled over on top of her and tore his mouth from hers, choosing to suckle at the hollow of her neck. She pressed her hands against his waist, straining to rub against him. Her nipples, tight and hard, scraped his smooth chest as she arched into him.
She lifted her arms as he worked his way over her chest and clasped her wrists in his big hands. Reaching a nipple, he wasted no time, wrapping his lips around it and sucking forcefully.
Felicity pushed into his mouth as he tugged harder with his lips and lapped with his tongue in rapid, swirling circles. She straddled his thigh, rubbing her clit along the crisp hair. He held her tightly, but she didn't struggle. She relished the restraints, curling her fingers into his palm.
As his smooth head swept over her belly, he nipped her skin, sending goose bumps across her heated flesh. She squirmed with impatience, lifting her hips, preparing for the tongue she knew would lick her to orgasm.
Christian slid large hands beneath her ass and raised her to meet his mouth and then, his hands were gone and she felt nothing but air beneath her. Felicity unclenched her eyes when she felt the cool blast of space under her back. Raising her head, she realized she was floating.
Bibbedy bobbedy boo...
Felicity arched into Christian's caress, forgetting that she wasn't touching the mattress, forgetting that Christian obviously had some of his own magic tricks up his sleeve. His tongue was silken hot and wet as it swirled over her clit, flattening against the throbbing flesh.
Felicity gasped when he placed his hands under her, smoothing them over her spine, cupping her ass, bringing her flush to his mouth. Christian slid a finger into her, then two, thrusting with the rhythm of his mouth.
The carnal scrape of her flesh mingled with the lap of his tongue sent Felicity over the last bit of the wave of climax. She came with the roar of thunder in her ears and flames singeing her veins.
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