I took his hand into mine with a smile. “I will prove to you that this is real when you make your first wish. And you can trust that I won’t run away because I’m a Genie and Genie’s are very loyal, even when we shouldn’t be. It took me thirty years to work up the courage to try and leave Quenton. Besides, if I leave you, I’ll get another master eventually, and I doubt if they will be as kind as you.”

  Pulling my hand back, I covered my nose to sneeze in my arm, but it didn’t matter because pink and purple haze came out anyway. Hareem stood and left, grumbling, “I got to be losing my damn mind,” in the process. I chuckled as I stood. He came back holding a box of Kleenex in his hand. His gesture softened my heart. No one had ever taken care of me. Actually, I don’t remember ever being sick.

  I guess maybe after being in my lamp for so long my senses had to adjust to the elements. Probably wasn’t a good idea to go outside just yet. My eyes were watering, and my nose was running like crazy. After thanking Hareem for the tissue, I declined his offer to make me some tea. It wasn’t that I didn’t want it; I just didn’t want him to be any nicer to me to make me like him more.

  “I think I just need to lie down.”

  “In there?”

  He pointed at my lamp as his eyes almost popped out of his head.

  “Yes, in there,” I confirmed through my chuckle.

  “Nah. I have two guest rooms. Sleep in one of those.”

  As if it wasn’t a suggestion but an order, Hareem took my hand into his. We went upstairs, and I didn’t even bother taking in the décor of his home. There was no part of me that felt like I would be here long enough to get comfortable. One room I did pay special close attention to was the one with children’s things inside. It was decorated in pink and purple, my absolute favorite colors. Even though it was clear, I asked if Hareem had children.

  He told me that he had a five-year-old daughter named Lovie.

  What a beautiful name.

  I’d never told anyone, but I’d always wanted my own family. That was part of the reason I wanted my freedom. It seemed almost impossible for that to happen at this point though. Genies lived for seven hundred and fifty years, and I was five hundred years old in Genie years at this point. If I were to ever get my freedom, my human life would start at the age of whatever man I fell in love with. Two hundred and fifty years… that’s all I had to be found by a person selfless enough to use one of their wishes on me… or… to fall in love.

  I screamed and leaped on top of the sink at the sight of the ginormous creature crawling across the floor. Instead of going straight to bed, I decided to take a hot bubble bath. It had been a really long time since I’d been in a real home, real tub, real bed. When I was inside my lamp, it was my own little sacred space, but it was always a different experience to be full sized in a plush, full sized bed. Well, in this case, Hareem’s guest room had a king-sized bed.

  What I wasn’t counting on was seeing the furry little critter run across the floor before I could get into the shower.

  Hareem burst into the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. His body was wet with a deep red hue. My eyes traveled to the top of his head, to his hair… which was now blond. I didn’t want to believe it, but the red skin and blond hair when his skin was wet was a sure sign that…

  “You’re a Nairobi?”

  Hareem looked at himself in the mirror and cursed under his breath. “I’ve never let anyone see me like this. But you screamed…”

  “I’m sorry. It was a big thing crawling on the floor. I got scared.”

  Squatting down, Hareem looked across the floor. His eyes went to the panel under the sink and he smiled. “That was Roger, Lovie’s guinea pig.” Hareem picked it up and held it in my direction, but I turned to the side as I shivered. The sight of it made my skin crawl – literally. “Get down, Genevieve. He’s harmless.”

  My head shook as I turned further away from him and the… thing. I couldn’t even say it. Couldn’t think it. It creeped me the hell out!

  “Why didn’t you use your magic to go into another room or something?”

  “I only use my magic when I absolutely have to. Now can you please take that thing somewhere else?”

  Hareem chuckled as he carried the thing out. I waited until they were gone to sit down on top of the sink. Palming my face, I released a sigh. At one point in my life, I had a whole lion as a pet. Why in the hell was I afraid of that funny looking little thing? Once my rattled nerves were calm, I removed my hands and saw Hareem leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed as he smiled.

  “How do you know about the Nairobi bloodline?”

  Tugging my bottom lip between my teeth, I hopped down off the sink, and it was then that I remembered I was naked. His eyes were taking in literally every inch of me. From my afro to my henna tattooed arms to my B cup breasts, small waist, and wide hips. When Hareem zeroed in on my thighs they squeezed shut.

  “Sorry. I’ll um…” His head shook as he took a step back. “Fuck,” he whispered, grabbing his dick through the towel.

  Grabbing the towel from the sink, I wrapped it around my body. “Um… Nairobi men are often recommended to Genie’s as suitable partners. But it’s hard for us to ever find them of course because we can only come out when we have masters, and our time with them doesn’t last long. Truthfully, it’s really hard for us to mate with anyone outside of other genies in our orb, but Nairobi’s are one of the few options we have.”

  Slowly, Hareem walked over to me. He closed the space between us, getting so close I inhaled a deep breath to make more room for him.

  “Then you know why love is off the table for me. The moment I fall in love I become mortal. And I can’t risk loving and losing my life now that I have a daughter. She needs me around for the long haul.”

  All I could do was nod as I released the breath I was holding and swallowed hard. Just my luck. The only man that I’d ever felt an instant attraction to had a completely different path for his life. What I needed could kill him. I couldn’t blame Hareem at all for wanting to steer clear of love. Meanwhile, I was going to have to make it my priority.

  “I understand.”

  Unable to resist, I drew him closer to me. I ran the fingers on my left hand across his head as his hair began to turn back black and the fingers on my right hand down his red skin. His hard chest and six pack. Bulging biceps.

  “There are so many things I want to ask you,” he shared softly, causing me to smile.

  “I feel the same way about you.”

  His head shook as Hareem slid his fingers down my shoulder and arm. “But I don’t want to talk to you. All I can think about doing is kissing you. It’s… something about you, Genevieve. Something that keeps pulling me to you.”

  “So…” I cleared my throat and swallowed again. Suddenly, my mouth was just as wet as my inner thighs. “Maybe you should go ahead and do it. Get it out of your system.”

  “Yea. ‘Cause then… I can focus on other shit. Like wrapping my mind around you being who you say you are. Because I still don’t believe this shit. A part of me feels like I crashed on the couch and this is all a dream.”

  I smiled as I gripped his arms and looked up into his beautifully dark eyes. “Then why won’t you try to wake up, Nairobi?”

  Hareem lowered his forehead to mine. “Cause a nigga feeling the fuck outta you in this twisted ass dream.” Instead of telling him that this was certainly not a dream, I only giggled as I stared into his eyes. Images of what appeared to be our future, or what could have been our future, began to flash behind his eyes. Hareem must have seen it in mine because he closed his and released a hard breath.

  Palming his chiseled cheek, I prayed to the Queen of Love that I could at least learn to love him. Unconditionally. Even if he couldn’t give it back to me. That love would carry me through for the rest of my life. If I was going to be trapped in my lamp… at least I’d have memories of us to pass the time by.

  Hareem cupped my chin and tilted my head back, and I closed my eyes – heart racing at the thought of his lips being on mine. The moment Hareem kissed me, I felt his defenses weakening as love flowed within me like warm honey. Dormant sexuality was awakened within me, but I had to admit, it went beyond that. This may have been a fantasy to Hareem, however, while he would be filling a moment of temporary physical desire, I’d be allowing him to rip my heart and soul apart.

  As his tongue broke through the barrier of my lips, Hareem pressed my body against the sink. My thoughts fragmented as his hands and lips continued their hungry discovery of my body. It was a raw act of possession – one that somehow made me feel free. No man had ever made me feel liberated in his consumption of me, but Hareem was doing just that.

  “Stop me, Genevieve,” he whispered against my lips, lifting me and placing me on top of the counter. “Now.”

  Hareem put some space between us and stared into my eyes. His had grown even darker, and those pomegranate lips had turned an even deeper shade from my nibbling and pecking. Stopping Hareem in this moment was the last thing on my mind. I wanted him to plant Vanzette’s love seed within me. There was no doubt in my mind that she’d heard my plea and granted my request because I felt Hareem’s brand all over me.

  I took his towel into my hand, and as I slowly unwrapped it from his body I moaned, “Master.”

  As if that was all he needed to hear, Hareem bit down on his lip and ripped my towel open. He pulled me to edge of the counter by my hips and spread my legs wide. With fervent need, Hareem kissed and licked his way down my body – starting at my neck. Electric want seemed to race through me, entering me at every place he touched. By the time he made it between my thighs my breathing had grown ragged as I silently pleaded for him to put me out of my misery and enter me.

  I allowed him to lick and nibble on my thighs for as long as I could before I called his name and asked for more. His warm, thick tongue slid between my folds, and I shivered immediately. Hareem moaned against me and muttered, “So fucking sweet,” before moaning again and slurping my clit into his mouth. He feasted on me, as if I was the best thing he’d ever tasted. One orgasm after the next rocked my core as Hareem went from sucking and licking and blowing on my clit to licking up my juices and entering my holes with his fingers and tongue. By the third orgasm, my clit was tender, and I had to gently push him away.

  He stood, and my essence had drenched his lips and beard. Hareem didn’t seem to mind. And when he kissed me and allowed me to taste me, I saw why. I was sweet –like cotton candy. Maybe that’s why so many mortal men went crazy over me.

  Slowly, Hareem made his way inside of me. I was so damn tight. Even though I was wet and ready, there was still slight resistance. Still, he took his time with me. Pushing and pulling, filling me inch by inch, until almost all of himself was inside. He had to be at least ten inches, and maybe two weren’t able to fit inside of me. The rest had been coated with my slick wetness as he made his way in and out of me.

  Legs spread wide, I opened myself to him fully. A lusty feeling of warmth took over me. Hareem’s eyes bore into mine deeply, and I had to close my eyes to stay in this moment. We weren’t experiencing just mutual attraction and attachment. It was mutual destruction as well. If he fell in love with me… I knew Hareem would never forgive me. And I wouldn’t forgive myself.

  It was clear that he truly loved his daughter and wanted to be here for her as long as he possibly could if he was denying himself. It was selfish of us, of me, to even toy with that. As if he felt the shift within me, Hareem rammed into me deep and hard. But slow. My eyes popped open as I moaned and grabbed his wrists as they held my legs apart.

  The longer he stared into my eyes, the more I wanted to obey only my desire for him – consequences be damned.

  His eyes lowered to the connection of us as my eyes began to flutter. I opened more, allowing all of him in. He released an animalistic groan as he shuddered against me. My moans turned into whimpers as white cream began to coat his magic stick. It was so thick and curved… I had no idea how I’d be able to pleasure him orally, but my mouth watered because I desperately wanted to try.

  Arching my back, I felt him deeper as my walls tightened against him. They began to pulse as I came, drenching him even more.

  “God, Genevieve,” he moaned, pressing me into the mirror by my neck. His grip was tight but not tight enough to cut off my air, and that only intensified my orgasm as I continued to jerk underneath him.

  Hareem grabbed my limp legs and put my ankles on his shoulders, drilling me even deeper. I thought I felt him before, but it was even more intense now. As best as I could, I squeezed and released my walls against his shaft since I couldn’t move against him. He was holding me down by my waist, completely having his way with me. His long strokes would soon become my undoing – there was no denying that.

  He began to pull himself out completely just to slide right back in, and the smacking sound of his body against mine combined with the splattering of my nectar onto his shaft. Pulling him down to me, I connected my lips with his. Tasting my sweetness. Hareem broke our kiss as his mouth fell open slightly. Biting back a moan, he buried his face in my neck and licked it.

  “You ‘bout to make me cum. Is that what you want?”

  “Yes,” I moaned, squeezing my walls again.

  “I’m not ready. I want to stay in this pussy for as long as I can.” Hareem lifted himself and pushed my legs down off his shoulders. Laying them off to the left, he lifted my right leg a little higher than the left for added friction. “Spread that ass and keep your eyes on me,” he ordered.

  Grabbing my right ass cheek, I did as he said, unsure of how long I’d be able to last in this position. He turned slightly, being sure to hit my spot with the curve of his shaft. His breathing grew louder as my moans turned into whimpers. My eyes began to flutter as my pussy clutched him tightly. Cursing under his breath, Hareem gripped my waist and squeezed tightly as his head flung back briefly. By the time his eyes locked with mine again it was too late.

  My eyes began to roll into the back of my head and close as I came again. He stayed inside of me for as long as he could before pulling out and releasing his seeds into the sink. I sat there… spent. Trying my hardest to stay awake long enough to bathe and get in the bed. Figuring the water had grown cold by now, I stood and made my way over to the tub on weak legs. As I cut the hot water back on, Hareem hovered over me.

  “This can’t happen again, aight?” Closing my eyes, I swallowed hard. He slapped my ass, and since it was unexpected, I jumped and yelped. Hareem grabbed my cheek, the same place he’d hit, and soothed it until I moaned. “Aight, G?”

  Nodding, I surrendered to his desire. “Fine with me.”

  He released me and left, closing the door behind him. Slowly, I got into the tub and winced since it was still a little cold. But that was fine. At this point, I just wanted to bury myself in the water, pretend it was the ocean, and wish yet again that I didn’t come up. Because at this point… death was still a better option than being trapped and alone.

  I tossed and turned all fucking night. Who in the fuck told me to get inside of some magical ass pussy and think life would be the same afterwards? As if I wasn’t already captivated enough by Genie, I messed around and got a taste and feel of her sweet ass pussy. Literally sweet. It tasted just like cotton candy. If I could have, I would have ate her ass all night, but that clit got too tender and she pushed me away.

  And her walls… my God… her walls… so tight. And hot. And wet. That grip. Her clutch was perfect. We were perfect. I could say it was magic… but our connection was real. The way she looked at me… gave herself to me… that was real.

  And I was a damn fool to play with something like that.

  While I still wasn’t one hundred percent sure that this whole wish thing was real, I definitely wanted to see what was up. All night I was thinking about things I could ask for to see. Naturally, the first thing that came to mind was to ask for enough money to make sure that my family would always be straight. That I’d never have to work another day again in my life. That Lovie’s great grandchildren would be set for life.

  If her ass could do that, then I would believe she was really real.

  About an hour ago, I heard Genie stirring around in the bathroom, so I decided to get up and start breakfast. It took me so long because I kept getting lost in my thoughts. As I placed the omelet on the plate, she was hesitantly making her way inside. The cream sheet from the bed was wrapped around her skin, causing her to look even more divine than she had before.

  “Good morning, beautiful,” I greeted, getting a smile from her.

  She relaxed a bit as she walked further into the kitchen and sat at the island. “Good morning, handsome. How’d you sleep?”

  “Horrible. You?”

  Genie giggled softly before almost singing, “Very well.”

  I bet. With a smile, I cut the stovetop off. “Do you eat human food?”

  “Yep. When I’m in human form, I do everything humans do. You didn’t learn that last night?”

  I chuckled as I fixed her a plate. “Hell nah. That wasn’t no human shit. That was some other realm shit.” Sliding the plate in front of her I asked, “Is this okay? Anything on here you don’t eat?”

  Genie shrugged. “I’m sure I eat it all. It’s been so long… but this is perfect. Thank you, Nai– Hareem.”

  I was glad she caught herself, because I didn’t want her calling me that in public. Outside of my family, no one else knew that I was of the Nairobi bloodline. After fixing my own plate and pouring us both some orange juice, I sat down next to her at the island. We ate in silence, mainly because there was so much on my mind.

  Lovie was on my heart, too. I was missing my baby like crazy. We still hadn’t found the witness. A nigga had court in the morning, and I wanted those bullshit charges to be dropped immediately. And then there was Genie. She came out of nowhere, and now, I felt like I had to protect her even though she wanted to serve me. Plus, I couldn’t deny how much I was feeling her. No matter how I tried to fight it… I felt something deep for her.

 

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