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"So you'll undo it?"
"I will try," he said. "And in the spirit of full revelation, I must tell you I'm not sure it will work. I've never
tried to undo a mojo, as you call it."
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"What, in your whole life you've never made a mistake?"
He smiled. "No, but no one ever asked me to go back and try to rectify my errors. No one ever dared."
"Probably why you've got such an attitude problem."
"Probably," he agreed, and pulled me into his arms.
I wriggled around until I was straddling him. "I don't know about you, but I haven't eaten in days."
"You've been busy," he said, and then he groaned as I found his zipper and pulled. "I must say, I didn't
think I would enjoy this full disclosure rule you've implemented& ah& don't stop doing that& "
"Aren't you funny," I said.
"Consider it an order from your king."
"I'm hysterical with laughter here." I wiggled down, pulled down his pants as I went, and divested him of
his socks. Frantic, I yanked at his black boxer shorts until they were little cotton shreds, took his dick in
my hand, moved it out of my way, and bit him right on his femoral artery.
His hands plunged into my hair and he made fists, almost hard enough to hurt, but not quite. He was so
good at that. At coming up to the line but not crossing it. I tried not to think of all the practice he must
have had to get so good.
His cool, salty blood nearly overflowed my mouth, and for the first time in days, I wasn't morbidly
thirsty. Instead I drank from him and felt his cock pulse in my hand, felt him give way, felt him helpless,
literally helpless in my hand as he spurted all over the sheets, as he gave control to me.
I love you. Love you. Love you.
And the worst week ever was redeemed.
Chapter 40
"Look, you don't even have togo to the florist, okay? I've got a book full of pictures for you to look at."
"Darling, I trust your taste impeccably. I'm sure whatever you choose will be appropriate to the& lovely
occasion."
"You're lying! You think I keep my taste in my butt!"
"I am certain," Sinclair said, totally straight-faced, "that I never used that phrase."
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Tina, who had been coming into the kitchen to get God-knows-what, abruptly turned around.
"Freeze!" I shouted. "I've got a bone to pick with you, too."
"How can I serve you, my queen?" she asked, all innocent. When she wanted, she could look like a
sixteen-year-old kid.
"How about not hacking into my friend's computers and helping Sinclaireat three hundred pages? How
about that?"
Tina looked over at Sinclair, who had suddenly rediscovered that theWall Street Journal printed stock
prices. No help there.
"Look, I know you're the king's man er, so to speak and you feel like you can't say no to him,
but "
"It's not that."
"What?"
"Not entirely that," she amended. "If I may be frank, Majesty, I don't think his little school project was at
all appropriate. You do have enemies, you know."
"Tell me about it." I glared at the two of them, the undead Frick and Frack.
"I mean human enemies. Why make things easier for them? There is a difference between dishonesty and
discretion."
Oh, like either of those two would know. "Look, just leave my friend's stuff alone, okay? I've already
talked to Sinclair about this, and he's going to undo the 'you are getting verrrrrrry sleeeeeepy' thing."
"He is?"
"I am," Sinclair said to the paper.
"Love," Tina said, gaping. "It's truly an amazing thing to behold."
"Shush, Tina."
"My king." Fighting a smile, she grabbed the mail and walked out.
"As for you. You don't even have to pick the flowers you like, okay? Just pick the ones you absolutely
loathe, can't stand the sight of, and I'll be sure those aren't anywhere near you on the big day."
"Darling," he said, turning the page, "I just don't have intensely strong feelings for flowers."
"But you were raised on a farm! You must havesome preferences."
"Darling, I have a penis. Ergo I have no preferences."
"When are you and your penis going to get with the program?" Jessica asked, coming in the door Tina
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had just left by. "Just do what she asks, and it'll all be over that much sooner. For everybody."
"Way to make it sound fun, Jess."
"It'snot fun, Bets. Not for anyone but you." She pulled up a chair and sat down. Eric was looking at her
with some interest.
"At last," he said. "Someone says it out loud."
"Eric, she's been planning this wedding since she was in the seventh grade. Honest to God. She used to
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