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fall a little exposing your breast.”
“Huh?” She lifted the corner of the furry blanket and peered beneath. Holy crap! She was completely naked!
“Come on, baby, come for Daddy.” An equally naked man with a very hairy chest and shoulders lunged onto the bed, landing between her legs. He tugged the fur blanket. “Don’t be shy, show us a little tit.”
Edie’s eyes widened and she held tight to the fur, refusing to let it down even an inch.
“This isn’t in the script, but if you want to play that way, I can start from the bottom and work my way up.” The man lifted the bottom of the blanket and pressed her thighs wide. “Are you getting this, Seymour?”
A camera rolled closer, clearly pointing at Edie’s crotch.
When she tried to close her legs, the man on top of her held them still with his hands. “Feisty baby, are we? Want to play it rough?” He smacked her thigh, the sound louder than the pain.
“No, I want you off of me, now,” she whispered loud enough for him to hear. What kind of nightmare had she landed in? Where was Harry?
“So you want me, do you? I’ll make you sing like Shirley Temple.” The man rubbed his face in her pubic hairs and came up. “Nothing like a little pussy to make me meow. Come on, baby, cum for Daddy.” The hairy guy draped her legs over his shoulders and wiggled his tongue while glancing sideways at the camera.
“No,” she screamed. No, he couldn’t do this to her. Didn’t he realize she was a virgin? No man had ever touched her privates with his tongue. Eve squirmed against the hands that held her, fighting desperately to get away. This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen. All these years, she’d saved herself for someone special. Her first time was supposed to be with someone she cared about…someone kind and gentle…someone like Harry.
Just as the man leaned into her, Edie squeezed her eyes shut. “I wish it were Harry.”
* * * * *
As Mitch started to pick himself up off the floor, Harry clenched his fist and prepared to swing again. “Why the hell did you encourage her to wish again? Didn’t I tell you I couldn’t control what happens?”
Mitch paused, sitting back on his haunches, staring up at Harry’s fists. “Why the hell did you hit me?”
“You deserved it.” Harry had never punched a man over a woman before. And the urge to do it again nearly overwhelmed him.
Mitch rubbed his eye and winced. “Damn, I’m gonna have a black eye. Did you have to punch me in the eye?”
“I shouldn’t have stopped with the eye.” Harry’s fists bunched, ready to swing again.
With a hand held up to block Harry’s next attack, Mitch scooted backward on his butt. “Look, I didn’t think she’d disappear.”
“Yeah, well she did.” Harry couldn’t stand still—he had to do something. Edie was missing and he felt like it was all his fault. With a snort, he turned and paced across Edie’s apartment and back to stand in front of Mitch. “Now what do we do? I have no idea where she went.”
“Didn’t that bottle and this whole genie thing come with an instruction manual?”
“Hell no!” Harry loosened a fist and shoved the hand through his hair. “Where the hell did she go?”
“How bad can it be?” Mitch eased to his feet his gaze narrowed, wary, as if tensing for Harry’s next shot. When he made it all the way to his feet without another attack, he pressed a hand to his eye again. “Ouch!”
“Serves you right, goading her into the wish like you did.” Harry’s muscles bunched, automatically. Maybe he would punch the bastard again.
Mitch’s eyes widened and he raised both hands in front of him. “Enough with the hitting. Sheesh! Taking it out on me isn’t going to find Edie.”
“Maybe not, but it’ll make me feel better.” Where was she? New York City was filled with millions of people, how could he find her in its vastness? Assuming she was even in New York. Harry glared at Mitch.
“We need a clue as to
“Huh?” She lifted the corner of the furry blanket and peered beneath. Holy crap! She was completely naked!
“Come on, baby, come for Daddy.” An equally naked man with a very hairy chest and shoulders lunged onto the bed, landing between her legs. He tugged the fur blanket. “Don’t be shy, show us a little tit.”
Edie’s eyes widened and she held tight to the fur, refusing to let it down even an inch.
“This isn’t in the script, but if you want to play that way, I can start from the bottom and work my way up.” The man lifted the bottom of the blanket and pressed her thighs wide. “Are you getting this, Seymour?”
A camera rolled closer, clearly pointing at Edie’s crotch.
When she tried to close her legs, the man on top of her held them still with his hands. “Feisty baby, are we? Want to play it rough?” He smacked her thigh, the sound louder than the pain.
“No, I want you off of me, now,” she whispered loud enough for him to hear. What kind of nightmare had she landed in? Where was Harry?
“So you want me, do you? I’ll make you sing like Shirley Temple.” The man rubbed his face in her pubic hairs and came up. “Nothing like a little pussy to make me meow. Come on, baby, cum for Daddy.” The hairy guy draped her legs over his shoulders and wiggled his tongue while glancing sideways at the camera.
“No,” she screamed. No, he couldn’t do this to her. Didn’t he realize she was a virgin? No man had ever touched her privates with his tongue. Eve squirmed against the hands that held her, fighting desperately to get away. This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen. All these years, she’d saved herself for someone special. Her first time was supposed to be with someone she cared about…someone kind and gentle…someone like Harry.
Just as the man leaned into her, Edie squeezed her eyes shut. “I wish it were Harry.”
* * * * *
As Mitch started to pick himself up off the floor, Harry clenched his fist and prepared to swing again. “Why the hell did you encourage her to wish again? Didn’t I tell you I couldn’t control what happens?”
Mitch paused, sitting back on his haunches, staring up at Harry’s fists. “Why the hell did you hit me?”
“You deserved it.” Harry had never punched a man over a woman before. And the urge to do it again nearly overwhelmed him.
Mitch rubbed his eye and winced. “Damn, I’m gonna have a black eye. Did you have to punch me in the eye?”
“I shouldn’t have stopped with the eye.” Harry’s fists bunched, ready to swing again.
With a hand held up to block Harry’s next attack, Mitch scooted backward on his butt. “Look, I didn’t think she’d disappear.”
“Yeah, well she did.” Harry couldn’t stand still—he had to do something. Edie was missing and he felt like it was all his fault. With a snort, he turned and paced across Edie’s apartment and back to stand in front of Mitch. “Now what do we do? I have no idea where she went.”
“Didn’t that bottle and this whole genie thing come with an instruction manual?”
“Hell no!” Harry loosened a fist and shoved the hand through his hair. “Where the hell did she go?”
“How bad can it be?” Mitch eased to his feet his gaze narrowed, wary, as if tensing for Harry’s next shot. When he made it all the way to his feet without another attack, he pressed a hand to his eye again. “Ouch!”
“Serves you right, goading her into the wish like you did.” Harry’s muscles bunched, automatically. Maybe he would punch the bastard again.
Mitch’s eyes widened and he raised both hands in front of him. “Enough with the hitting. Sheesh! Taking it out on me isn’t going to find Edie.”
“Maybe not, but it’ll make me feel better.” Where was she? New York City was filled with millions of people, how could he find her in its vastness? Assuming she was even in New York. Harry glared at Mitch.
“We need a clue as to
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