The Genie's Witch (Dirty Djinn) by Lyn Brittan Read Free Book Online Page B

hips as he slid the panties in place.
    Tig shook his head and crawled over her on all fours until his eyes hovered over hers. “I will only leave when you tell me to. You’re the one determined to get on a flight out of here.”
    “Tig...”
    “You’ll be thinking about me the whole time.”
    “I adore your humility.”
    It happened in an instant. Just like that, Tig’s eyes lost their glow and returned to their natural brown. The vein on his temple slowed and his chest stopped heaving. Normal Tig was back. “It’s true. You might even buy toys, but you know they don’t make them big enough.”
    “Are you finished?”
    Something soft crinkled his eyes when he tweaked her nose and rolled to his back. “I could always come with you.”
    She hadn’t known she’d been waiting to hear that. Yet the second he said it, she knew it was true. She did want time with him. She wanted to get to know him and take that chance that something could work out in the future. If nothing else, it at least promised a week of great sex. “What about Vegas?”
    “We’ll go next year.”
    “We?”
    “Let’s just call it a hunch.”

Chapter Seven
    S he woke up around noon to find him packing up their things. It was tricky to figure out how exactly that made her feel. Excited? Yes? Fear? That too. “Have you called the airline yet?”
    “For?”
    “Your seat.”
    “Why?”
    “Umm...”
    Before she threw up her heart at the prospect of him backing out, he dangled something over her shoulder. “Djinn. Lamp. We’ll never have to buy two tickets for anything.”
    There goes that we again.  They’d been flinging it around pretty carelessly. Yet it rolled off his lips so naturally that she had to try it out for herself one more time. “How do we do this? Or does it go down so often and with so many women that you’ve already got a routine worked out?”
    “Just the opposite.  In order for this to work, I have to give you this.” Tig grabbed an apple from the table and joined her on the bed. He tossed her the lamp with the other hand.
    Sunlight peeping through the hotel’s fogged windows reflected gold so polished that it burned her eyes.  Intricate carvings adorned the sides of the lamp in undulating swirls and grooves. Were her eyes crossing, or were the carvings actually dancing? “I never thought I’d ever see one of these.”
    “You hold my life in your hands.”
    She tried to give it back, but he laughed and closed her hand around it. “That’s why it has to be you...because you don’t want it.”
    Her mind rummaged through what little she knew of djinn and the strength in her spine melted to the floor. What she held was his freewill. She could feel her blood pressure rising and fantasized about giving him a good knock to the jaw. “Have you lost your mind? You don’t go around throwing your lamp at every piece of tail that comes your way.”
    “I don’t.”
    “Do you have any idea what I could do to you?”
    “A very good one.”
    “Tig, you have to be more careful. I’m glad you think I’m awesome and I happen to know that I am. But what if you were wrong? You need a leash, not a lamp.”
    “Is that a sex thing?”
    “Tig!”
    “I always keep it on me. I feel a tugging in my chest when I get too far away from it. Tell me, exactly, how much do you know about djinn?”
    “Three wishes and...stuff.”
    “I can answer some wishes all day, yours especially. I’ll wait for you to note that you’re still not walking properly.”
    “Don’t get cute.”
    “Just saying. But the person who controls the lamp controls the djinn—”
    “Like I said, for three wishes.”
    “Correct, but have you ever heard of djinn giving their lamps away?”
    “Not unless they’re stupid.”
    “I know. It’s shocking that I’ve survived this long without you. Before you say anything you can’t take back, give me your hand.”
    “Why?”
    He didn’t have to answer.
    One second she was on a hotel bed that smelled