Accidentally...Evil? (Accidentally Yours) by Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Read Free Book Online

suddenly realized that Cimil must’ve been the one Chaam had spoken of earlier; the god who’d tried to take lovers and lost her mind.
    Chaam pulled Maggie to the side. “Leaving you here alone is not an option; there are many dangers in this jungle. So either she goes or I go.”
    Maggie certainly didn’t want to stay alone with crazy-hat over there. “I see.”
    Chaam cupped her face. His hands were warm and rough, and as inappropriate as it was given the situation, Maggie couldn’t help but notice that sweet tension coiling right on cue.
    He threaded one hand through her hair and kissed her quickly. “I knew you would see it my way. Besides, you and I have some unfinished begging to attend to.”
    After Maggie gave her father’s description and the approximate location of the excavation site, Chaam spent a full ten minutes describing Cimil’s fate in explicit detail right down to her crazy cuticles if she didn’t find Maggie’s father pronto.
    Ironically, the graphic threat didn’t sour Maggie’s impression of Chaam; it cemented the truth in her bones. He was a deity. How had she not seen it? The power and authority he yielded leaked from every word, every gesture. Even Cimil’s blasé response—eye rolling and foot stomping, but never showing fear—indicated she was not of this world. Or maybe that was a sign of her bat-shit craziness? Who knew?
    Chaam watched Cimil’s silhouette fade into the night and then threw two logs on the waning campfire. “Are you ready?”
    “Ready?” Maggie asked.
    He dipped his head. “Yes.
Ready.
”
    Maggie’s entire body solidified into a mass of tense muscles. “You mean…”
    He made no production of reaching for the buttons of her dress.
    “Wait!” She gripped his hand. “I want to know something.”
    “Yes?” His eyes flickered with impatience.
    “You said that you’d waited for me your entire existence?”
    He nodded and a warm glowing smile stretched across his lips. And yes, she pathetically melted inside.
    “Are you absolutely sure it’s me?” she blurted.
    He nodded again. “I think I knew from the moment I touched you. Fate brought us together. I feel it.”
    She felt it too now. At least, that’s what she thought she felt. It was so dang difficult to believe. “But what if you’re mistaken?”
    “I am never wrong about such things.”
    “I’ll need a little more than that if I’m going to give myself to you.”
    He didn’t bother to contemplate a response. “I have spent thousands upon thousands of years assisting mortals bond with their true loves. I have become very adept at recognizing the signs of two souls meant for one another.”
    “But didn’t you say you’re the God of Male…”
Oh, what was it? Whoopee? Friskiness? Horniness.
    “Virility,” he said.
    “Yes, that. Which means you help men…”
    “Have sex. But I do not waste my time with those who simply want to fuck. Although, fucking,” he slid his finger over the curve of her jaw, “certainly has its place and purpose.”
    To hear him say
that
word in
that
way spiked her mind with vivid sexual images. Images that sent her heart on a thumping rampage. God, she actually wanted him to say it again.
    “I help males,” he continued, “who have found their true love but have lost their way and are unable to take that next, all-important step. Sometimes it is fear of rejection or fear they will not please the woman, especially if it is his first time.”
    “But why do you only help men?” she said.
    He gave her a “you-must-be-joking” look.
    “What? It’s a legitimate question.”
    “Because,” he replied, “men are idiots.”
    Can’t argue there.
    “More precisely, they are idiots when it comes to intimacy. Women have a natural gift for such things.”
    Again. Can’t argue there.
    “What do you do to help them?” she asked.
    He shrugged like a man who had all the answers. “Depends on the situation. Sometimes, it’s merely a question of removing the