Free All Bottled Up by Christine D'Abo Page B

when she realized what she’d touched. Her foot dropped to the floor as her gaping mouth snapped shut.
    Jerod shifted in his seat, pulling back an inch. “Minx.”
    “I didn’t know genies could get a hard-on.” She couldn’t believe she’d said that.
    “What made you think we couldn’t?”
    Good question . “I didn’t realize you were human.” Viola felt the tickle of invisible fingers stroking her leg above her knee. She reached down to smack it away, but realized both his hands were on the table. Jerod chuckled and winked at her.
    “Little bit of human, and a whole lot of magic.” Their banter stopped the moment their waiter entered hearing distance. He smiled a big toothy grin when he reached their table.

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    “You two look like you’re enjoying yourselves.” Viola smiled back. “We are, thank you.”
    Despite Jerod threatening to order for her, he didn’t, which meant she had to make a decision. After a few moments of deliberation, she picked the grilled ginger mahi mahi.
    Jerod choose a steak, rare.
    “Very good. Enjoy your drinks.” He disappeared to the kitchen.
    “He looks very happy tonight,” she said, making sure he was watching when she licked a drop of her wine off the outside of the glass.
    “He thinks we’re in love.”
    Jerod chuckled as she fought not to choke on her drink a second time.
    “What?” she asked, half coughing.
    “The two of us, in a secluded booth. It’s a natural assumption.” Viola felt her face warm, though she wasn’t sure if it was from his words, or from the second glass of wine she’d finished. Her head tingled as the alcohol began to work its way through her food-deprived body. What it did was give her courage to play along.
    She dipped her finger into the wine, brought it to her lips, and sucked the drop off.
    She then lazily drew a line down her lips, along her neck, to rest on her chest at the dip of cleavage.
    “So, teacher, what would Bill want to do at this point?” It somehow felt wrong to bring up Bill’s name. But he was the reason she was here with Jerod after all. And Jerod didn’t seem to mind. His eyes were currently following her finger on its sensual journey of her neck.
    “Bill would want your finger to go lower,” he said, his accent sounding heavier.
    She got a chill of pleasure from listening to him. The exotic sound of his voice was an unexpected turn on. Something she’d never known about herself before.
    “Viola.”
    Her eyes flicked over his shoulder to see where the waiter was.
    “No one can see you.” He sounded urgent. “Undo the button.” Who was she to argue with a genie? It only took a little pressure for her finger to 62

     
    release the button from its confines. Her skin was warm, her nail felt good as she grazed the sensitive skin. She felt bold. She never felt bold. Viola continued on and undid the third button.
    Jerod sucked in a short breath and watched as she played with the top of her breast.
    Her finger felt foreign and thrilling at once.
    “Bill would like that.” His whisper held a raw edge to it.
    “Do you?”
    Her question clearly caught him off guard as he straightened in his chair. With graceful speed, he moved his chair beside hers before she knew what was going on. He wrapped his fingers around her wrist and pulled it underneath the table. She found her hand in direct contact with his engorged cock.
    “Does that answer your question?”
    She flexed her fingers around him, but was at a loss for what to do next. They were in a restaurant, for God’s sake.
    “You’re…”
    “When I am in your world, I take human form. My body functions as it did before I was cursed. I always could appreciate beauty when I saw it.” And how can a lady argue against that?
    “Thank you,” she whispered.
    “You do that often. It makes you different from my previous masters.”
    “Do what?”
    “Show gratitude.”
    She felt his cock swell, pulse with blood under her touch. When he released her wrist, she