A Genie's Love (The Djinn Series) by Lyn Brittan

around a kitchen of fresh food, windowsill gardens and old fashioned appliances. She clearly had a taste for vintage and he imagined her in poodle skirts and the treasure that lay beneath them.
    “I thought we might eat on the patio. It’s nice out and all the flowers are blossoming.”
    While Cassia had said patio, she’d apparently meant souped up back deck with built-in sofas surrounding an unlit fire pit. They brought the food out on two serving tables and bumped against each other on the smallest seat.
    “Should we start with salad or—”
    “Fruit,” he finished for her. Eager fingers grabbed a bowl and brought a blackberry to her open mouth. He didn’t drop it in. No, he dragged the dark fruit across her bottom lip, before popping it into his own mouth.
    “You don’t like to share, Faruq?”
    He shot her a wink and went back to the bowl. This time, he selected a strawberry for her. She took one bite, then another, before a nod of thanks. He found he quite liked serving her and gave her first choice among the selection. More than a few times, her lips closed in around his fingers and he’d pull free with a loud, pop .
    Cassia reached for the wine between bites. For the first time since they’d come out here, her smile dropped. “I forgot the opener.”
    “You’re a witch.”
    “I don’t roll around with wine opening spells on tap.”
    “I’m a djinn.”
    The smile told him everything he needed to know. Cassia wasn’t the type to waste a wish. Hers would be glorious. “I wish...”
    He licked his lips, expecting a repeat of her wish from before.
    “I wish...”
    And he leaned forward, angling himself for the best position. “Let’s hear it.”
    “I wish you peace.”
    It shattered him. The wish had no effect, yet managed to wholly destroy him. Wishes against djinn didn’t carry the weight of force, but as she sat there, lips parted and eyes wide, he almost believed that it worked.
    Cassia latched onto his outstretched hand and he pulled her over, not stopping until he had her in his lap. He wasn’t ready to love her. The insecurities of his ability to perform hadn’t vanished, but he couldn’t not touch her.
    He couldn’t not put his lips on her, because in those moments, nothing else mattered. Her hands around him gave him that peace she so wanted him to have. Cassia was his wish, made real.
    She straddled him, her legs on either side of his hips. Cherry scented lips tugged at the corner of his mouth. “I wish—”
    “No more wishes. Tell me what you want.”
    “Nope.” She showed him, lifting her white t-shirt over her head. He’d had breasts shoved in his face before. These were the only ones that mattered. He wanted to bury himself in them. His hands. His face. His cock.
    That bastard part of him started twitching already and he worried, once again, about his abilities to please her. “Cassia—”
    “I know.”
    “Kn-know wh-what?”
    “That you think I might be your hamdullah .”
    “Oh, that.”
    “Yeah, that. And I don’t know if I want that, or if you do either. What I do know is that I want you. For now. However long that is. I might be done with you next week, but for today, I want to do this,” she said, as her tongue flicked his earlobe.
    “And this.”
    The same superb bit of flesh, traced the outline of his jaw.
    “And I’ve been meaning to know what this feels like.”
    That’s when the universe exploded. She’d risen, pushing her black laced bra and its fleshy contents into his face, just as her hand shot down to grab his manhood. He’d lose it. He’d drop his load right there, but he was in no condition to prevent that from happening. This was a damned state of bliss and he didn’t have the nerve to tell her to stop.
    Blessedly, she did on her own.
    Temporarily.
    Cassia hoisted herself up only to put her hand on his chest and push him back on the ground. Pink painted fingernails undid his belt buckle. He lifted onto his elbows, watching all of this play