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Christian's knees rose in response to her heated breath. His hands took fistfuls of her hair and his chest rose with a harsh inhalation for air. Felicity took a tentative swipe of his cock with her tongue and he bucked against her, hissing another gust of a heavy sigh. Swirling her tongue over the head of his cock, Felicity let her lips brush against the base, pursing them as she swept over the hard flesh, inch by silken inch. Flicking her tongue over him, she began a slow lick of her tongue, encompassing him with her lips, slipping them over his cock before taking him in her mouth fully.

Cupping his balls, Felicity massaged them as she drove her tongue downward with her mouth tightly compressed around his steel length.

Christian's hands tangled in her hair and his thrusts became frantic as his moans rang in the air. “Stop.” His demand was sudden and ragged to her ears. “I can't take any more, baby,” he moaned as he tugged her upward, pushing their bodies together, now slick with sweat and the anticipation of joining.

He wove their legs together as he took her lips once more and gripped her shoulders.

Felicity straddled him, leaning forward to press her breasts to his chest, muscled and rigid. From beneath her lashes, she peered at him beneath her, watching his reaction as she slipped his cock between the lips of her pussy, now wet and aching to find release. He moaned again, writhing under her and Felicity knew a moment of utter appreciation for the beauty that was his and his alone. Sleek and sculpted, his bronzed form made her catch her breath. Everything about him was so graceful and controlled. To see Christian lost in the moment, passionate, his chest heaving for air tore at her heart.

He reached for her hips, squeezing the flesh with hands that kneaded her skin. Lifting her torso, Felicity hovered over his cock, bracing her hands on his chest and reveling in the slow torture of appeasing her own desires. Christian let her take the reins, allowing her to move at her own pace as she encased him in increments of slick, wet need.

Rolling her hips, she slid further down his cock with a moan as he stretched her, filling her with a heat that found its way to every exposed nerve ending. Felicity settled on his hips and quivered, gasping as Christian began to move in her. Leaning back, she rested her hands on his powerful thighs, thrusting her breasts upward and feeling the warmth of his hands as they cupped them, stroking her nipples.

The warm breeze they floated on became an erotic swirl of stars in the deep, dark night. The scent of jasmine wafted under her nose as she lifted herself, gyrating, grinding, pulling away, pushing back and relishing his thick cock filling her. Christian ran his hands along her ribs, stroking her skin as he plunged upward, meeting her thrusts. His finger grazed her clit, swollen and needy, making her head spin as the fire crept to her cunt. All reason was lost in the sound of their flesh, tapping out a decadent, steady rhythm. Felicity sat back up and placed her hands on his abdomen for leverage, rubbing her clit against the crisp hair at the top of his cock, grinding against him.

Christian pulled her toward him, bringing her breasts to his mouth, pushing them together and laving each nipple with his tongue, hot and skilled, alternating between them. Felicity's hands went around his head, pressing the smooth skin to her shoulder as she clutched him and rode the wave that would lead to her release.

It began with his words as he pulled his lips from her breasts, “Christ, Felicity. I've never felt anything like being inside of you.” The slow current of sensuality lent to his intimate, erotic statement and Felicity lost all hope of control.

Her whimper was ripped from her throat, low and gravelly. It was the first indication that she could no longer hold back. Christian pressed her body to him, inhaling her skin, trailing kisses along her shoulders and collarbone as she began the downward spiral of orgasm.

Felicity focused on nothing but the hard, thick shaft that she rode. Her nipples beaded into sharp points, grazing his chest as she held him close and ground against him.

The now familiar heat that flushed her pussy raced along her veins, throbbing and intent on its destination and when Christian murmured, “Come, Felicity. Come with me,” she did—on command and in a flood of sensation, welling up and flowing over.

Her heart raced and she threw her head back, letting release give her blessed relief.

Christian's body jerked. His cock jolted and thrust more deeply, touching a part of her that left her gasping.

Their breathing was ragged and her thoughts were disjointed while they held each other, clinging to the remnants of the exquisite pleasure they'd just shared.

Christian stroked her back as he tugged her to him and came to rest on the carpet. “Wow, wife. You're some vixen, huh?"

Felicity flushed as she lay against his broad chest. “It was all that touching your fun stuff,” she joked.

Cupping her jaw, he caressed her cheek with his thumb and chuckled. It rumbled against her ear. “Well, I'll say this much, you may not cast spells like a pro, but you got playing with my nether parts down to a science."

She tweaked his nipple. “Stop, you're embarrassing me."

Tilting her head up, he made her look at him. “If you think that's embarrassing, you oughta see your hair. It's really quite something to behold."

Felicity's laughter rang out into the darkness as she snuggled against him and allowed herself to drift off in the security of his arms.

They woke with a start to the sound of voices.

"Um, honey?"

Felicity rubbed her eyes as she fought to open them against the bright light. “Yeah?"

"Ding-dong, Avon calling."

Oh, God, please don't let her unscrunch her eyes and find what she thought she was going to find.

"You pervs!” someone said with a giddy chuckle.

Hoo boy. Felicity had a funny feeling that the neighbors weren't dropping by with a casserole to welcome her to the fold. She popped one eye open and caught a glimpse of a blurry blob. Just as quickly, she closed it again with a groan.

"Punkin'?"

"Yeah?"

"I think class is
in
."

Ohhhhh, nooooo
.

Felicity forced herself to open her eyes and found a small crowd of onlookers. Mouths hanging to the ground, wide eyed and holding binders in their tight grips.

The “Magic and Nature Equal Opportunities Abound” class was officially in full swing.

They were still hovering on Christian's magic carpet, right by her front door, in fact, naked as the day was long. Slitting her wrists with a butter knife might be the only less painful way out of this.

"Um, honey?” she said into his neck. The neck she'd now buried her face in.

"Yes, dear?"

"Can you snap those trusty fingers of yours and like make us disappear? I think that might be appropriate about now."

"Yes, dear."

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"Say again?"

"I said give me my genie."

"I will not. He's mine."

"No, no, he's
mine
."

"Nuh-uh."

"Uh huh."

"Says who?"

"Okay, one more time for the slow people in the room. Um, I think that would be
you
.” The caller at her door pointed to Felicity. “I'm Divinity. D-I-V-I-N-I-T-Y. My daughter was Fatima. That would make me Fatima's mother. M-O-T-H-E-R."

Fatima's mother,
whoever
Fatima was, looked at Christian and flicked an absent finger in Felicity's face. “Can she spell, genie? Or did you find yourself a nice dumb, sentence fragmented idiot to yank your pathetic ass out of that bottle?"

"Divinity.” Christian narrowed his gaze in the direction of the beautiful woman on Felicity's doorstep and crossed his arms over his bare chest. “If I were you, I'd tread
very
lightly. I don't know why you're here, but I won't have you abusing Felicity. Got that, mother-in-law?” he ground out the words through a jaw that was clenched so hard, Felicity thought his teeth might crack.

Felicity stepped between the bronzed hunk she'd acquired two weeks ago and the perfect ten of a woman who was Fatima's mother. Again, who the frig was Fatima? “Um, who are you and
who
is Fatima?"

The silence between Christian and Divinity was deafening as they stared each other down.

Well, well ... guess who wasn't Christian's wife? He'd been yanking her crank all along. Felicity had begun to think that maybe he really did believe she was his wife and she had stopped refuting it, or didn't have the will to refute it since he was helping her with her spells. Or better still, forgotten it all together because it was much more fun to ogle him and shove the rest of their quandary to the far corners of her lust riddled mind.

He'd grown on her and she liked having him around—even if he was a consummate liar. Okay, so why was Divinity here and what could she possibly want? And what the hell had happened to Fatima?

Felicity was just about to pitch a hissy fit of her own when Divinity spoke through her red lipsticked lips. “You have no right to tell me to tread lightly on anything, boy-toy. You're
mine
. I tell you what to do. Got that?"

Huh? Hers? Wait one damn genie second. Felicity had sucked him out of the bottle, not Charity, er, Divinity. That meant Christian was Felicity's by genie law, despite the fact that he was a liar. He was
her
liar.

"I wondered when you'd wise up and come looking for your three wishes, Divinity. Took you long enough,” Christian snarled with a hard set to his jaw.

Three wishes? Wasn't Divinity a genie too? How was it that she needed three wishes? Didn't she have her own personal wish factory? “Hookay, someone wanna explain what the hell is going on here? I'm the one responsible for getting the boy-toy, as you called him, out of the bottle. That makes him
mine
, Chastity.” Felicity wouldn't reveal that Christian had lied to her. Not in front of mixed company anyway. She'd cover his butt for now. Oh, but wait until she got David Copperfield alone. He was going to faintly resemble shredded wheat.

Felicity sensed that whatever was happening between Christian and his mother-in-law, it wasn't something he was doing the happy dance about. Not judging by his stance and the tic in his jaw.

Divinity arched an eyebrow at Felicity. “It's
Divinity
and it doesn't make him yours if relatives of the dead wife's family are still laying claim to him. Not only does it entitle me to ownership of said boy-toy, it entitles me to my wishes and I want them, pronto."

Oh
.

Well, then, that was an entirely different issue altogether and something she and Christian were going to have to hash out minus the presence of Charity, er Divinity. It still didn't explain why she couldn't grant her own wishes. “Look, why don't you scurry off to I Dream of Jeannie land. Why do you need wishes anyway? Are you a crappy genie? You know, they have classes like that here on Castoffsphere. Do you want the student directory? I'm sure they can help ya out,” Felicity offered.

"She needs my wishes because she's a
half-breed
,” Christian interrupted, glaring at Divinity as he spewed the words.

Oh, again
.

This was becoming like an episode of All My Genies, for crap's sake! Half-breeds, dead wives, curses, mother-in-laws, wishes to be had. Felicity turned to Divinity and snorted a laugh. “A half-breed, huh? Sucks to be you, I guess."

Her cheeks flushed red right to the roots of her sun-kissed blonde hair. “I may be a half-breed, Christian, but I gave birth to a
full
breed. That's all that matters to the law of the Djinn."

Christian remained silent, leading Felicity to believe that maybe Divinity had a point.

"Prove it,” Felicity said with a suddenness that startled even her.

"I don't have to prove anything, you poor excuse for a witch. He's mine! So hand him over."

"Um, no.” Felicity shook her head with a vigorous motion. “No, I won't and you can't make me.”
Neener, neener, neener
. Felicity was just short of sticking her tongue out at Divinity.

Divinity stepped closer to her, shoving her way past Christian and jamming her face in Felicity's. Her nostrils all flared and the twitch in her eye couldn't be good ... “Oh, but I
can
make you.” She looked at Christian, who came to stand beside Felicity, putting a possessive arm around her. “How could you possibly want to stay here, on this sphere full of misfits, with a fool like her, Christian? Surely you want to come back home and be with those who are like you? She is definitely not like you."

"Back off, Divinity! I'd rather be skinned alive than end up with a viper like you. You won't take me without resistance and I don't give a damn what Djinn law says!” Christian's hand curled around Felicity's shoulder, gripping it. She felt his tension seep into her own body and it stirred her protective instinct. He was
hers
until someone from this place called Djinn said otherwise and even then, they were going to have to pry him from her claws.

"Well,
Charity
, I guess that means you've overstayed your welcome. Don't make me zap you...” Felicity leaned into her and wiggled her fingers in Divinity's perfect, smooth, peachy cream face as a threat. “Buh-bye, now."

Divinity snatched at her fingers, grabbing them and digging a French manicured nail into her forefinger. “No, darling, this isn't goodbye. Boy-toy is mine and I'm not leaving here without him and you can't make me."

Oh, really
? And just who the fuck did Divinity think she was? All up in her face trying to take
her
genie?

Um, not.

A thread of something indefinable and unidentified coursed through Felicity. Unfamiliar and powerful, she let it consume her, touch her nerve endings, carry her to a place that had her body literally humming. The hair on the back of her neck rose as did her fury. It crept to a far recess of her brain and sent her soaring over the edge of an as yet unknown abyss. “Back off, Divinity. Back off
now
...” Her warning was a low almost growl and it rumbled in the air that had now gone still.