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GENIE, NO BOTTLE


…Laura turned around on the bed to look at him, dropping a fair-
sized splat of guacamole on his belly. “Whoops.” She bent and slurped
it into her mouth.

Samir’s entire body went rigid at the touch of her lips on his skin.
She was thorough, too—her tongue sweeping away every molecule of
avocado. He willed his manhood to remain quiescent and soft, but it
had, as always, a one-track mind of its own.

“It’s…uh, not that sort of binding.” He could not speak coherently
with her mouth on his skin and her hair brushing his belly and groin.
And there was still a smear of guacamole on her cheek. He forced
himself to continue speaking. “It is far worse than being imprisoned, to
have almost complete free will and yet be so constrained.”

He hadn’t meant to reveal this most bitter thought, the one thing
that stained his love for Laura, but his brain was not his own at the
moment. His hand lifted, his index finger reached out, and she raised
her head and looked at him, licking her lips, a growing understanding—
mixed with sympathy and sadness—in her eyes.

It was fated.

He sat up slowly, as did she, and, when his mouth touched her
cheek to rid her at last of the guacamole, her eyes closed. Samir felt her
turning her head so her mouth brushed over his lips. Brushed past.
Halted. And returned, so light a touch he might have imagined it,
except for the heat swarming over his skin, and her breath against his
mouth. Every impulse was to grab her, press her into the bed, thrust his
tongue into her mouth, strip those silky blue panties from her and
satisfy the vastness of his hunger this instant. But all those taunts about
the feckless, unskilled boys of her youth rang in his head. He could not
afford to become one of them…


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Genie, No Bottle



GENIE, NO BOTTLE


BY
NINA MERRILL