“Peter, wait, not here,” she said breathlessly, breaking the kiss as his hand found its way under her skirt.
He turned, hit the buttons that would stop the car between floors and faced her with a wicked smile. Hunger penetrated every nuance of his features. She felt more like a snack than the woman he loved.
“Why not? We’ve been apart so long. I want you so much. It’s all I can think about, getting inside you right here, right now,” he said, leaning in for another kiss, but Nina felt herself tense up instead of responding to his passion.
He was confused, too, and frustrated.
“What’s wrong, Nina?”
“I don’t know. There’s just so much to talk about. And we’ve barely spoken for months, and I thought you’d want to, I don’t know…reconnect, I guess,” she said weakly.
“Nina, I want you so much I can’t think straight. We’ll have time to talk later. We’ll have all the time in the world…”
Relief warmed her and she smiled, closing her eyes and blowing out a breath as she relaxed against him. “Oh, Peter, that’s what I needed to hear, that we’re going to have a future together. I’m sorry I froze up. I guess I just needed to hear that you love me, and you want me in your life on a regular basis again,” she said, but now Peter had a very strange look on his face.
She lifted a hand, touching him. “Peter? Is everything okay?”
He kissed the palm of her hand, nipping lightly as he pulled her in closer.
“Everything is fine, Nina. But you do understand, well…we never made any promises. I want you in my life, but…things are more complicated now.”
“What do you mean?”
He buried his head in her neck, kissing her in a sensitive spot that made her thoughts blur for a moment, his voice muffled as he said, “We can’t be a couple, not out in the open, like we were, but we can have this. The heat, the passion…I can’t imagine ever wanting anyone as much as I want you.”
Nina’s heart fell, and she pushed away. “Peter, you have been telling me how much you want me, but what about how much you love me?”
“Well, of course I care for you, but—”
He cared for her?
“But what? There is no but! You either love me and want a life with me, putting the past behind us, or you don’t.”
“It doesn’t have to be an either-or, Nina. You were always like that, drawing lines in the sand,” he said with a degree of irritation. “But you have to admit, we were always best in bed, anyway.”
Her insides might as well have hardened to ice at his words. She was so frozen in place that he took her silence for acquiescence and smiled.
“We can have a very good time together, Nina, like we always did.”
Without a word, she turned to hit the down button on the elevator panel.
“Peter, tell me one thing.”
“What? Why did you press Down?”
“Did you plan to contact me at all before today?”
His brow wrinkled and he shook his head. “I don’t know where you’re going with this.”
“When did you come up with the idea of us being no-strings sex buddies?”
“Well, I have to admit, after you left the paper, I hadn’t figured we’d see each other again, but then I woke up this morning missing you. It was the strangest thing, but I realized no woman had ever satisfied me as much as you did. I knew we had to get back together, even though I’m taking a chance with my reputation, and—”
She held up her hand as the doors opened. She wasn’t sure if her heart was breaking or if it was just sheer humiliation that gripped her, but she kept it together enough to sound cool and collected. “I understand, Peter, and you can just keep on wanting. Goodbye, Peter. Don’t contact me again.”
4
ALEC VISITED NINA again later that night, but only stood watching her sleep, doing nothing but taking her in. Her suit was thrown over a chair, and she was stretched out in the gorgeous red lace she’d worn under it.
For him.
Alec was relieved to find her alone, but checked the emotion.
“You. You tricked me,” Nina accused him, her eyes flying open and pinning him.
He sighed heavily. No doubt she would think she was dreaming again. Her cheeks were flushed with anger, her eyes flashing. Pert breasts pushed against the red lace of the lingerie she wore—very different from the flannel of the previous night—and he let his eyes linger before he answered.
“I granted your wish. You said you wished you could be with him like you were before. That happened, did it not?”
“No! You know very well what happened,” she snapped, choking out the words as tears filled her eyes. Alec wanted to believe he was not affected by her pain, but he’d be lying to himself.
“He only wanted me for sex. He said we could never be together, not openly. He said he was taking chances with his reputation by being with me,” she said. “But that’s what you made happen, isn’t it? You made him act that way toward me. You took my wish and you twisted it to make it something that wasn’t real.”
“I did take your wish literally,” he admitted. “But even I can’t change the love that is—or isn’t—in someone’s heart. If he loved you, nothing would be able to interfere with that. You asked for things to be like they were before. It’s exactly how he felt about you before, but he lied about it then.”
“No, he loved me. I know he did.”
“How can you know? He said this?” Alec asked, knowing full well the answer from the look on her face. It was probably only just dawning on Nina that if there had been any love in her previous arrangement, she was the only one who had felt it. Probably Peter had lied only to get her into bed.
Alec said gently, “It sounds like you are well rid of the orospu çocugu,” he added.
Nina sniffed, wiping at her eyes. Alec couldn’t keep himself from watching the sway of her breasts as she moved. “Oros…what?”
“Uh, roughly, in my native tongue, a bastard,” he explained with a slight smile.
“Which is?” Nina asked, seeming momentarily distracted from her problems.
“I speak many languages, some you would have never heard of, but the language of my youth is an early form of Turkish. I was born in an area known as Mesopotamia,” he explained, moving to sit closer, tracing his fingertips over her cheek where her tears still felt wet. He couldn’t help it. In spite of Joe’s warnings, he had to touch Nina.
“And your name is Alec? That’s very modern,” she said doubtfully.
“I have had many names. Jinn never reveal their true name. It gives the owner too much power to enslave them,” he said very seriously. “Alec fits, for now.”
“So how old are you?”
Alec’s eyes narrowed. “Are you interviewing me?” he asked with a slight edge of incredulity.
She shrugged. “I figured I needed to get something useful from this mess. It’s clear things with Peter are over, and I can’t afford to lose my job.”
“I can grant you wealth, power, anything you want,” Alec said, his eyes meeting hers. “Just ask.”
Nina sighed. “I’ve never cared if I was wealthy. I only want to do the thing I was meant to do. I enjoy my work, or I used to.”
“All you have to do is wish.”
She looked at him skeptically. Even so, he was happy to see that at least her tears had vanished.
“First of all, you are just a dream, and second of all, I like to take credit for my own accomplishments. I never ask for anything to be handed to me and I’m not starting now,” she said stubbornly.
Alec smiled. “Then, maybe you should make a wish of a more…intimate nature,” he suggested in a low tone, feeling his body harden, wanting to push her onto the soft pillows and explore every inch of what was under the red lace.
“Oh…I don’t know,” she said uncertainly, but sighed when he pressed a kiss to her throat. “Then again, this is just a dream. Why not?”
“Indeed,” he said, w
atching the pink pearls of her nipples bud underneath the bra, and the blush that overcame her take on a different tone, heat rising between them.
He wanted her. He could make her his, make her inadvertently spend her wishes on the many pleasures he would bring her, and then he would move on to his next master. She would only remember him as a dream. It was better this way, given the emotions she made him feel. The sooner he was away from her, the better.
He would take her to the edge, make her wish and then make her beg.
She was still in the sexy underwear she’d dressed in that morning. Leaning down, he closed his mouth over the lace-covered tip of her breast, satisfied at her uninhibited response.
Slipping his fingers under the thin straps of the bra, he drew them down over her shoulders, peeling back the thin bit of fabric that covered her breasts, and revealed her to his perusal.
“Lovely…You’re perfect, you know,” he murmured, bending his head to suckle the sweet flesh and enjoying the way she arched beneath him, looking for more. He gave it to her, using his hands to press her breasts together, and sucking the tender tips into his mouth simultaneously until she was writhing and whimpering from his kisses.
When he pulled away and looked down at her, he was satisfied that she wasn’t thinking about the man who had rejected her, but only of him. Her breath came in short little panting sounds, her breasts pink where he had suckled her, the nipples rigid and ready for more.
“What do you want, asik? You can wish for anything. I can become any man, or woman, you have ever imagined being with. I can love you in any way you desire. All you have to do is wish…” he tempted, sliding his hands up and down her silky thighs in a mesmerizing rhythm.
“This is a great dream,” she said breathlessly, her eyes meeting his, but then her next words undid him completely. “But I don’t think I need to wish for anything more than you, Alec.”
Alec, shaken to his core by the words, forgot about drawing forth her wishes. He forgot that, to Nina, he was nothing but a figment of her imagination. He couldn’t think of anything but touching her everywhere, loving her completely.
He smoothed his palm over her hip, and where it slid over the lace covering her, the material instantly disappeared, leaving her naked to his gaze.
“Oh,” she breathed, watching as his hands traveled up, touching every inch, until she was completely naked before him.
He rose by the side of the bed, his eyes not leaving hers as he read her fantasies. And while he could have disposed of his own clothing just as easily, he smiled wickedly and disrobed before her, slowly, offering himself to her hungry eyes bit by tantalizing bit.
When he let his loose satin pants fall to the floor, exposing himself to her view, he enjoyed the way her fingers curled into the sheets, her eyes wide as they moved from his erect phallus to his eyes. He reached down, stroked his hard shaft. Her lips parted, her tongue darting out to wet them.
“If I am not pleasing to you, mistress, I can be what you need. Longer, heavier, harder—”
“You’re perfect,” she choked out as she swung her legs over the side of the bed and sat before him, bringing them close together. She stopped the movement of his hand with hers, dipping her head down to kiss the head of his cock, drawing a deep groan from him. He started to pull back, but she looked up at him, her eyes turned to onyx pools.
“Don’t you like it?”
“Too much, Nina…it’s my place to pleasure you.”
She smiled at him, and he caught his breath at the open passion in her expression as she slid from the bed to her knees, poised before him. “Then let me take what I want,” she said, taking him wholly into the sweet well of her mouth, drawing backward with her lips sealed tightly around him.
Alec’s head lolled, his hands burying themselves in her black mane of hair as he gritted his teeth against the need to push deeper to find the satisfaction he had to hold back. He had never lost control, having eons of sexual experience. But when he looked down at her ruby lips wrapped around him, her eyes closed in rapture, the slight vibration of her moans massaging his shaft as she slid forward and back, he had to fight not to give in. If this was her desire, he would let her know how much she pleased him, and return that pleasure tenfold.
With his mind, he reached out, focusing on the tender spot between her legs, and licked there like a flame dancing over her flesh. He felt her jerk in surprise, breaking the rhythm for a second. A whimper of pleasure escaped her lips as he curled the mental touch deeper, finding the silky, wet nub that pulsed with desire and rubbed against it.
She shuddered, her voice rasping, “How are you doing that?”
“I am a jinn,” he said huskily. “In your dreams, I can make anything happen,” he stated, and showed her by sliding his energy first inside the tight cavern of her body where she was clenching and hot. The way she moved, rocking back against him as she continued to suck told him he’d guessed right, and he explored further, going deeper, faster, touching parts of her that he was sure had never been known by any other man.
“Oh, Alec,” she moaned against him, sighs and moans, the way her body moved in tandem with his magic touch telling him that she was coming. He was, as well, letting himself be more man than jinn in that instant.
He slid deep into her throat, the contractions of her sighs and moans pulling the orgasm from him as he exploded into her. After dazzling moments as she touched and caressed him, he pulled away gently, still hard. She watched in amazement as he hooked both of his arms under hers and lifted her. With one swift movement, her legs wrapping around him instinctively, he planted himself between her legs as deeply as he could go, feeling her stretch to accommodate him.
“I—I already came,” she gasped, arching into him even as she objected.
“And you will again, and so will I,” he promised, his eyes feasting on her as she held him, her skin rosy, her expression the most perfect image of arousal he’d ever seen.
“This night has only started,” he said, drawing back and then thrusting, and again, until they both were lost.
5
NINA WOKE UP SUDDENLY, one eye catching the time on the clock as panic set in. She was two hours late for work. She started to rush from bed, but found her legs wrapped in a tangle of sheets and that she was completely naked. She distinctly remembered going to bed in her underwear. The room looked like a hurricane had hit it, pillows and coverings thrown everywhere. Items on her dresser knocked over, a picture hanging crookedly on the wall.
“What the…?”
She kicked to untangle herself, freezing when a male groan of objection rose in response to her foot hitting something solid. Something solid and…big.
She frantically searched her memory. She hadn’t brought anyone home. She’d had a few glasses of wine, alone, brooding over Peter. Then she’d gone to bed—very much alone—and dreamed of…
“Alec,” she whispered.
“Yes, sweet?”
What she felt five minutes ago wasn’t panic. What she experienced upon hearing the male voice respond to her, that was panic.
Disbelief warred with what she was hearing, and she sent her foot to investigate one more time. It was his voice, his strong calf against her instep. She didn’t dare move, still trying to figure out if she was sleeping or had drunk more than she thought. Could she have gone out and brought a stranger home, and not even remember it?
When he rolled over, tucking in behind her, a very familiar hard, warm male member nudging at her backside, she yelped and jumped from the bed. Too late, she realized that she hadn’t quite freed her legs of the sheets, and she almost fell, but…didn’t. Instead, she seemed to stop halfway to the floor, hover, and then was set gently, safely upright again.
Definitely dreaming.
She turned, standing there completely naked, staring into the dark eyes of a real man. A very naked, incredibly hot, aroused man, who was lying in her bed. And he just happened to look exactly like the jinn in her dream. Alec.
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“I’m still sleeping. This is one of those weird dreams where you think you’ve woken up, but you really haven’t, right?” she asked as he watched her placidly.
In spite of her hopes otherwise, she knew that she was awake. She heard the car next door pull out of the driveway, the mailman walking down the length of pavement after lifting the squeaking lid on her mailbox to deposit the mail.
Somehow, the man who had done impossible things to her, things no man could do, had ever done, was lying before her, apparently ready and willing to do them again.
“You’re real.”
“As real as you,” he responded matter of factly. “I meant to disappear before you woke up, but—” he broke into a wicked grin that lit his eyes with memories “—you exhausted me.”
“I exhausted you?” she asked incredulously, remembering the hours of erotic play they’d enjoyed. Even if it had only been a dream, she would have still been worn-out. But to think it was real?
Taking a quick mental inventory, she felt refreshed, awake and not even a bit, well, sore. Nina enjoyed sex, but never considered herself a dynamo. The things she’d done last night…and let him do…. She gasped, her hand quickly clasping over her lips in dismay.
“Oh, my God, we didn’t even, I didn’t have…you didn’t use…protection,” she almost wailed, trying to remember if she’d taken her birth-control pill the morning before. It had been a little hit-and-miss since Peter, since she wasn’t sleeping with anyone else.
Scrambling to the dresser, she reached for her pill pack, but before she could check, his large, bronze hand covered hers. Nina froze in place, looking up into the mirror where he stood behind her, her pale skin against his darker tones, his big, muscular and very naked body making her seem small. She’d never felt small in terms of stature, but Alec…The way his eyes met hers in the mirror had a sliver of heat shimmying all through her nervous system.
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