Valerie is a confident, independent, and cheerful woman with a boyfriend, a great job, and a cozy home. In one day, her life falls into the dumpster. To unwind, she takes a stroll on the beach. She locates a strange looking bottle and removes the cork. When two gorgeous men appear, she thinks she’s died and gone to Heaven.
Cursed to a bottle, Mark and James roam the earth until someone
in desperate need of their help releases them. The handsome duo offer Valerie three wishes, but warn her they come with great responsibility. While she ponders over her choices the two hot genies show her love and passion beyond her wildest dreams. She falls in love with them. But do they share the same feelings for her?
Confused, in love, and still needing to put her life back on track, Valerie must decide how to use her remaining wish after she mistakenly uses two. Should she spend the last wish to help herself, or free her two insatiable lovers?
Cursed to a bottle, Mark and James roam the earth until someone
in desperate need of their help releases them. The handsome duo offer Valerie three wishes, but warn her they come with great responsibility. While she ponders over her choices the two hot genies show her love and passion beyond her wildest dreams. She falls in love with them. But do they share the same feelings for her?
Confused, in love, and still needing to put her life back on track, Valerie must decide how to use her remaining wish after she mistakenly uses two. Should she spend the last wish to help herself, or free her two insatiable lovers?
Mark picked up his cup of coffee. “Have you thought about the two wishes you have remaining?”
“Not really. I’ve been a bit preoccupied.” She tossed a piece of melon into her mouth.
James carved a portion from his pancakes. “Do you have any idea at all what you want?”
She shook her head while she chewed. After she’d swallowed, she wiped her mouth with a napkin. “No. I mean, I have some ideas but I don’t think they will work out. I need to take care of some things first before considering what to wish for.”
“What kind of ideas do you have?” Mark set his coffee on the table.
“Mark, let her be.”
“I was trying to help.” He piled pancakes on her plate, then on his.
She grabbed the syrup. “Are you in a hurry or under any kind of deadline—?”
“No,” they both blurted out at the same time, making her chuckle.
“Take as much time as you need,” James said.
“We spend most of our time in a bottle. Even in spirit form, it’s snug. We highly value freedom, so please, take all the time you need. We’re not going anywhere.”
“Unless you want us to,” James said. “If you need privacy, just tell us to go home and we will. When you need us back, just call our names.”
Val inhaled a deep breath while she poured the syrup onto Mark’s plate. “I appreciate the information and everything you’ve done so far. The cooking, cleaning, and…” She paused and moved the bottle above her stack of pancakes. “Okay, the wonderful sex, too, has been beyond satisfying. You’re
welcome to stay in my home, as long as I have one.”
Both men stared at her as they held their forks. “Just wonderful?” Mark asked.
She chuckled as she set the bottle on the table.“Amazing. Spectacular.”
“Earth shattering?” Mark grinned. “You wish you could feel such pleasure every night?”
“Mark!” James snapped.
“What?”
James met her gaze. “Don’t answer that. He’s leading you.”
Val sat quietly. While the idea of having sex with both of them every night sure seemed like a damn good idea, she considered the consequences. A sore body would not help her get up and go to work. Achy legs might cause her to fall, or, at the very least, encourage her not want to move from the bed or sofa. Lastly, she didn’t want to force them to do anything against their will. Maybe they’d enjoyed the night as much as she had, but requiring them to repeat their actions nightly seemed a little like slavery. The power to live and think freely was a blessing.
Mark turned to her. “I meant no harm.”
“It’s a nice thought, but not one I’d wish for. Sorry. I hope that doesn’t disappoint you.”
“Not at all. Right, Mark?”
She shifted her attention from James to the dark-haired genie.
He reached over, placed his hand over hers and gently squeezed it. “If you change
your mind, I assure you we are up to the task.”
“Not really. I’ve been a bit preoccupied.” She tossed a piece of melon into her mouth.
James carved a portion from his pancakes. “Do you have any idea at all what you want?”
She shook her head while she chewed. After she’d swallowed, she wiped her mouth with a napkin. “No. I mean, I have some ideas but I don’t think they will work out. I need to take care of some things first before considering what to wish for.”
“What kind of ideas do you have?” Mark set his coffee on the table.
“Mark, let her be.”
“I was trying to help.” He piled pancakes on her plate, then on his.
She grabbed the syrup. “Are you in a hurry or under any kind of deadline—?”
“No,” they both blurted out at the same time, making her chuckle.
“Take as much time as you need,” James said.
“We spend most of our time in a bottle. Even in spirit form, it’s snug. We highly value freedom, so please, take all the time you need. We’re not going anywhere.”
“Unless you want us to,” James said. “If you need privacy, just tell us to go home and we will. When you need us back, just call our names.”
Val inhaled a deep breath while she poured the syrup onto Mark’s plate. “I appreciate the information and everything you’ve done so far. The cooking, cleaning, and…” She paused and moved the bottle above her stack of pancakes. “Okay, the wonderful sex, too, has been beyond satisfying. You’re
welcome to stay in my home, as long as I have one.”
Both men stared at her as they held their forks. “Just wonderful?” Mark asked.
She chuckled as she set the bottle on the table.“Amazing. Spectacular.”
“Earth shattering?” Mark grinned. “You wish you could feel such pleasure every night?”
“Mark!” James snapped.
“What?”
James met her gaze. “Don’t answer that. He’s leading you.”
Val sat quietly. While the idea of having sex with both of them every night sure seemed like a damn good idea, she considered the consequences. A sore body would not help her get up and go to work. Achy legs might cause her to fall, or, at the very least, encourage her not want to move from the bed or sofa. Lastly, she didn’t want to force them to do anything against their will. Maybe they’d enjoyed the night as much as she had, but requiring them to repeat their actions nightly seemed a little like slavery. The power to live and think freely was a blessing.
Mark turned to her. “I meant no harm.”
“It’s a nice thought, but not one I’d wish for. Sorry. I hope that doesn’t disappoint you.”
“Not at all. Right, Mark?”
She shifted her attention from James to the dark-haired genie.
He reached over, placed his hand over hers and gently squeezed it. “If you change
your mind, I assure you we are up to the task.”
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