missed. She ached on his behalf.
“So it seems. What are your wishes, Master?” Trying to dispel their heavy moods she quipped, “Would you like your own space station? Just say the words.”
Regarding her curiously, Mark hooked his thumbs in his belt loops. Then he rocked back on his heels. “You want rid of me already, darlin’? Don’t you love me anymore?”
His direct question stole her breath. Of course she loved him! Didn’t she?
Yes! But she’d heard several friends in her prisoners’ loved ones support group complain that the ex-prisoners often came home with chips on their shoulders, angry at the world. That their attitudes sucked and interfered with remixing with society. Would Mark follow the pattern?
She prayed not. Bitterness ate at her. How could he not be bitter, too?
He circled her, his heated troubled gaze raking her length, making her squirm. “Can I use one of my wishes to make you love me again?”
His wish wouldn’t do him any good. ”I don’t think wishes work like that.”
“Can you guarantee anything would be real?” Mark rubbed his chin, and a thoughtful gleam lit his hazel eyes. “Is there a time limit on my wishes? If I wish for a ‘Vette, would it vanish while I’m driving it down the middle of I-95?”
She didn’t know and blinked a shiny new silver Corvette into the middle of her living room, grimacing when the vehicle crushed her couch.
She winced. “Ouch. That was bright.”
Mark laughed heartily and shook his head. His appreciative gaze adored the car. “By the way, I didn’t wish for this, so you can send it back and give me back my wish.”
She blinked and the car vanished to the parking lot outside. She wasn’t sure wishes worked this way, if he’d be out soon.
Her stomach growled angrily. All she’d eaten was half a turkey wrap all day. “I’m famished. You?” Without awaiting his reply, she ambled out to the kitchen and fished through her fridge.
Mark ambled behind her and leant against the door jam, laughing at her. “Why don’t you blink up a gourmet meal?”
“Because I enjoy cooking.”
Mark laughed louder. “Liar. You always hated to cook.”
She twisted her lips at him. How did he know she hadn’t developed a love of cooking over the past four years? That she hadn’t enroled in a chef school? It wasn’t as if she had told him all her secrets in her letters. She’d kept a few things, like her doubts, to herself. “Why don’t you just wish for a gourmet meal? You can have anything you like. Lobster. Steak. Oysters…”
“Uhm, oysters. An aphrodisiac…”
Her pussy quivered and she longed to tear off his clothes and smother him in kisses. Suddenly, she was hungry for only Mark. When he sidled up to her and his hot breath tickled the nape of her neck, she shivered.
“You know what I’ve been dreaming about?” he said.
“I have an inkling…”
“A Big Mac, fries, and a shake. Super-sized.”
She recoiled and slammed the fridge door. Then she glared at him. ”You’ve been locked away from me for four years and all you want is a greasy burger and fries?”
He dragged her against him. He slid his finger beneath her chin and forced her eyes to meet his. “That’s not all I want. That will only take a moment. Then I’m all yours and your wish is my command.”
She squirmed against him and fit her hips against his. She sucked in his breath and savoured it. “Um, I like the sound of that…”
He cupped her cheek in the palm of his hand, sending electric sparks through her.
She sucked in a ragged breath and gazed into his passion-glazed eyes.
Mark scowled darkly, and the passion eased from his eyes. Stiffly he jerked away from her. Then he reached around her and grabbed a bottle of cola from her fridge, tilted it to his lips and took a swig. “Whenever you’re done flitting around, I’m ready for my first wish.”
Finally. She stood at parade rest, her arms crossed over her chest, ready to grant his wish.
“So it seems. What are your wishes, Master?” Trying to dispel their heavy moods she quipped, “Would you like your own space station? Just say the words.”
Regarding her curiously, Mark hooked his thumbs in his belt loops. Then he rocked back on his heels. “You want rid of me already, darlin’? Don’t you love me anymore?”
His direct question stole her breath. Of course she loved him! Didn’t she?
Yes! But she’d heard several friends in her prisoners’ loved ones support group complain that the ex-prisoners often came home with chips on their shoulders, angry at the world. That their attitudes sucked and interfered with remixing with society. Would Mark follow the pattern?
She prayed not. Bitterness ate at her. How could he not be bitter, too?
He circled her, his heated troubled gaze raking her length, making her squirm. “Can I use one of my wishes to make you love me again?”
His wish wouldn’t do him any good. ”I don’t think wishes work like that.”
“Can you guarantee anything would be real?” Mark rubbed his chin, and a thoughtful gleam lit his hazel eyes. “Is there a time limit on my wishes? If I wish for a ‘Vette, would it vanish while I’m driving it down the middle of I-95?”
She didn’t know and blinked a shiny new silver Corvette into the middle of her living room, grimacing when the vehicle crushed her couch.
She winced. “Ouch. That was bright.”
Mark laughed heartily and shook his head. His appreciative gaze adored the car. “By the way, I didn’t wish for this, so you can send it back and give me back my wish.”
She blinked and the car vanished to the parking lot outside. She wasn’t sure wishes worked this way, if he’d be out soon.
Her stomach growled angrily. All she’d eaten was half a turkey wrap all day. “I’m famished. You?” Without awaiting his reply, she ambled out to the kitchen and fished through her fridge.
Mark ambled behind her and leant against the door jam, laughing at her. “Why don’t you blink up a gourmet meal?”
“Because I enjoy cooking.”
Mark laughed louder. “Liar. You always hated to cook.”
She twisted her lips at him. How did he know she hadn’t developed a love of cooking over the past four years? That she hadn’t enroled in a chef school? It wasn’t as if she had told him all her secrets in her letters. She’d kept a few things, like her doubts, to herself. “Why don’t you just wish for a gourmet meal? You can have anything you like. Lobster. Steak. Oysters…”
“Uhm, oysters. An aphrodisiac…”
Her pussy quivered and she longed to tear off his clothes and smother him in kisses. Suddenly, she was hungry for only Mark. When he sidled up to her and his hot breath tickled the nape of her neck, she shivered.
“You know what I’ve been dreaming about?” he said.
“I have an inkling…”
“A Big Mac, fries, and a shake. Super-sized.”
She recoiled and slammed the fridge door. Then she glared at him. ”You’ve been locked away from me for four years and all you want is a greasy burger and fries?”
He dragged her against him. He slid his finger beneath her chin and forced her eyes to meet his. “That’s not all I want. That will only take a moment. Then I’m all yours and your wish is my command.”
She squirmed against him and fit her hips against his. She sucked in his breath and savoured it. “Um, I like the sound of that…”
He cupped her cheek in the palm of his hand, sending electric sparks through her.
She sucked in a ragged breath and gazed into his passion-glazed eyes.
Mark scowled darkly, and the passion eased from his eyes. Stiffly he jerked away from her. Then he reached around her and grabbed a bottle of cola from her fridge, tilted it to his lips and took a swig. “Whenever you’re done flitting around, I’m ready for my first wish.”
Finally. She stood at parade rest, her arms crossed over her chest, ready to grant his wish.
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