An excerpt from Orgasm Fairy
2005 (c) Copyright Ashleigh Raine

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Cammie hadn’t had this much fun in her entire career as an Orgasm Fairy. Like ever. Heck, she hadn’t had this much fun when she was a snobby rich bitch living the high life in the materialistic “gimme gimme” 1980s. Of course, that’s what’d gotten her cursed in the first place. But this…this guy…just talking to him. Wow. She’d never looked so forward to “giving” to a man.

The door separating the patio from the rest of the restaurant swung open, delivering their server. Automatically, Cammie tried to pull her foot back from Neal’s grasp so she could sit up straight to place her order.

He didn’t let go. Instead, he graced her with a dimple-revealing grin and tightened his hold.

Oh shit, she was in trouble now. Absolutely doomed.

“So, what can I get you folks today?” the server asked.

“You first, darlin’,” Neal said. “I know how impatient you are.”

“You have no idea,” she muttered. To the server she said, “I’ll take the baklava. The stickier, the bet–”

She choked on her words, eyes rolling back in her head as Neal’s fucking delicious fingers stroked the arch of her foot, pressing deep, so deep she felt that touch on her clit.

“–ter,” she forced herself to finish, squeaking on the last half of the word.

“Good choice,” the server replied way too cheerily. “Anything to drink?”

Cammie violently shook her head, unable to form the word “no” for fear Neal would stop what he was doing.

“And for you, sir?”

At some point Neal’s other hand had slid under the table and both thumbs were massaging her arch. His fingers offered a different technique, lazily smoothing the top of her foot, reaching up to her ankles, circling, then returning. Orga…orgasm… She willed her foot to have one even if the rest of her couldn’t. But no. She was still cursed. All over, including her foot. But damn, the man’s touch was the next best thing to the big O.

“Nothing for me, thanks,” Neal calmly replied.

The server smiled and walked away, leaving them alone.

Cammie’s fingers locked around the seat of her chair, the only thing keeping her from arching her hips, thrashing around like a fish out of water, and begging Neal to take her now. To touch her everywhere until she passed out in pre-orgasmic bliss. Every sweep of his flesh over hers reverberated like the swipe of a tongue over her clit. Ohmigodohmigodohmigod…

Then his words sank into her consciousness.

“Wait a second, here,” she growled. “You didn’t order?”

He gave her a triumphant smile. “I’m not hungry.”

“You mean after all that nonsense about anticipation and ordering dinner and playing by your rules you’re not gonna eat?”

“Oh, I’m gonna eat, darlin’.” His crystal gaze caressed her body, searing right through her clothing. At the same time his hand enveloped her foot, gliding around her arch all the way out to her toes. “I figured I’d steal a taste. That is, if you don’t mind.”

You can sooo have anything you want. “You might have to convince me.” She bit her lip to keep from moaning.

“I love a challenge. Now, close your eyes and let me work.”

He probably saw through her antics, but darn it all, she really didn’t care. The man was fucking hot. So hot, she couldn’t even argue with his demand. Instead, she slid down further in the chair and rested her neck along the back. Her eyes slipped closed and she let out a quiet sigh as he continued making love to her legs. Long sure sweeping caresses over her flesh, followed by deep, satisfying penetration into her muscles. It was nothing indecent, nothing that could get them arrested, yet it still ranked up there as one of the sexiest moments of her life…both lives in fact.

Damn, Neal was one of a kind. If she’d been a normal human female, the anticipation building inside her would be followed by the most mind-altering climax ever. The kind with steam coming out the ears, eyes bugged out the size of dinner plates, eyebrows raised about six inches above the forehead, just floating out there in space so high they couldn’t come down even if they wanted to. Yum, yum, yes, yes, yes. This man could do that to her…if she were just capable of having a goddamn orgasm. He eased her muscles, but if he could just reach up a little higher and ease her–

Looks like she’d be adding more lines to her litany of feminine frustrations. UnObtainable orgasm. Shit, she couldn’t even alliterate anymore.

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