bright light to signal his exit.
“Not so fast, Kim Treacher.” Kieran waved a finger at her again. “I have one final, important task to take care of here.”
“Oh?” Kim raised an eyebrow. “What’s that?”
Kieran waved his hand and from out of the air plucked another gold coin. “I get to make my wish.”
* * * *
In the blink of an eye, Kim had gone from standing in her living room, talking with a sexy leprechaun, to lying naked on her bed. Kieran, also unclothed, reclined on his side and watched her shock with mild amusement.
She sat up, staring in disbelief at her bared breasts and her long, dark legs stretched before her. “How in the hell did you do that ?” she wanted to know.
“This is my wish, lass. A night of passion spent in the arms of a beautiful woman,” Kieran said. “As much as I work, I certainly welcome the pleasure.”
She spun her head around to him. “How is it that you get to wish on your own coins?”
Kieran shrugged. “Why not? If you work in a bookstore or retail shop, you get an employee discount, right?”
“Yeah, but—”
“If I bank enough in benefits, I get wishes. There you go. Now, about my wish…” He reached over to stroke her arm. Oh, how the touch burned her very soul. He left a trail of goose flesh and set her pulse to full speed.
Kim stiffened, despite yearning to lean into this touch. “You might have asked for this, but what makes you think I’m down with it?” she asked. Silently she cursed her body for betraying her very words—to judge from the slickness between her thighs, she wanted him to go all the way down.
“Oh, by no means think you’ve been enchanted or coerced into doing something you don’t want to do, lass,” Kieran said. His hand brushed up her shoulder and the fingertips trailed down the valley between her breasts before cupping one. When his thumb passed over the nipple she felt the shock all the way down to her toes.
“Any time, you can get off this bed, get dressed, and wish me gone,” he whispered. “You don’t even have to use the coin to do that. I just figured,” here he shifted closer, and Kim looked down at his growing, thick cock, “since I decided to cash in on a request, and you’ve had a yen for intimacy after months of involuntary celibacy—”
She gasped sharply. “How did you…” Quickly her lips quirked up into a frown. “It’s in my file, huh?”
Kieran winked. “Let’s say we pride ourselves on being thorough. I can prove it.”
“You better.”
Eh, what the hell. How often could a girl score with a hot, hung leprechaun? At worst, she hoped, she’d wake from the most delicious dream ever etched in her unconscious.
At best, she had a spare wish in her found money can.
Keiran covered her body completely, and peppered her face and neck with light, teasing kisses before taking her mouth with a fierce growl. She parted easily for him, mating her tongue to his and savoring the taste of something minty and strong, yet decidedly male. She closed her eyes to focus better on his hands sliding up and down her skin, squeezing her breasts then her buttocks, until one delved between her legs to explore her pussy. Fingers teased her clit and pinched her nether lips, and she squirmed in place to give him access to her core.
A throaty moan issued from him, and Kieran tore from their kiss to claim a nipple. The pressure he applied worked in concert with the attention to her clit to drive her closer to the edge, yet not quite into orgasmic freefall. It frustrated and aroused her at the same time.
He pulled up, sucking the delicate skin of her areola until it popped free. “Been a while for you, yes?”
“Mm.”
“Me, too. Let’s not rush it.” Flashing her a devilish smile, he nudged her bottom and she got the message. He sat up to give her room to turn onto all fours. “Ah, beautiful,” he added, and smoothed his palms over her rounded ass. “Just how I like ’em. I could just sit