19. Jasmine
Edgar”s eyebrows shot up. ”The blue balloon-like cartoon genie? No way.”
Jasmine shrugged. ”He made me laugh, and he had really big biceps. Aladdin looked like a sixteen-year-old boy.”
”So? How old were you when you first saw the movie?”
”The first time, I was a little girl, and I was so excited that I was named after the main character and also looked a little bit like her. Then I watched it a couple of times as a teenager, and I didn”t really click with Aladdin. As an adult, I kept dreaming about finding the magic lamp and having the genie at my command.”
Ed shook his head. ”Do I want to know what you wanted to ask the genie for?”
Jasmine leaned forward. ”I”ll make you a deal. You”ll tell me your preferred version of the story, and if I like it, I”ll tell you mine.”
He made a face. ”That”s not fair. I asked first.”
Jasmine affected nonchalance. ”Take it or leave it. That”s my final offer.”
He huffed out a breath. ”You are a tough negotiator.”
”So I”ve been told.” She cut off another piece of meat and lifted it to her mouth.
”By whom?”
Jasmine paused with the fork suspended in midair. ”Stop stalling. I won”t tell you anything until you enchant me with your story first.”
At this point, she was more curious about that than what Edgar could tell her about Perfect Match. Besides, if everything went well, he was going to spend the night with her, and she could ask him more questions over breakfast.
Her core twitched pleasantly at the thought.
Edgar was a delicious morsel of maleness, with clear blue eyes, a chiseled jaw, and a sensuous mouth that promised sinful kisses in all kinds of places.
Edgar smiled, the mischief and mirth in his eyes making him look even more handsome. ”Princess Jasmine…”—he spread his hands theatrically—”is the most beautiful and desirable woman in all of Agrabah. Her sultry eyes and luscious curves have men falling at her feet, but she”s bored with all the stuffy princes and dignitaries vying for her hand. She craves adventure and a man whose hands are callused from hard work and not smooth like a baby”s ass.”
Jasmine laughed. ”Let me see your hands.”
He shook his head. ”This is my fantasy, not my reality. I don”t have any calluses. I”m a pilot, not a woodcutter.”
Jasmine smirked. ”Oh, so you are Aladdin, the dashing street rat who”s going to sweep me off my feet and show me the world?”
”Exactly.” Edgar winked. ”I”m the charming rogue who catches your eye in the marketplace. There”s an instant spark between us, an undeniable chemistry that makes the air crackle with tension.”
”Ooh, I like it.”
Jasmine felt a thrill run down her spine and heat pooling low in her belly. Edgar was a good storyteller, but his story would have probably been less effective if Jasmine hadn”t been reading a steamy book only moments earlier. She was still primed.
”Wait, the good bits are yet to come.” He leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest. ”When we meet in the market, I promise to visit you at the palace. You tell me not to come because it”s dangerous. You reveal that you are extremely well guarded, and you are worried that I will get caught and executed on the spot. You can”t stand the thought of losing me when you have only just found me.”
Jasmine pushed the plate aside and leaned her elbows on the table. ”So, it was love at first sight?”
”Of course.” Edgar uncrossed his arms and leaned toward her, so their noses were almost touching. ”I tell you that I would rather die than never see you again, but not to worry. I am an accomplished thief, and I won”t get caught.”
Jasmine smiled and picked up the storyline. ”I wait for you every night, yearning for you to come but also dreading it. But as the nights pass and you don”t show up, I start to worry that something has happened to you. I tell my handmaiden to bring me a commoner”s cloak so I can slip away from the palace again, and just as she leaves to get it, I hear a knock on the terrace doors.” She extended her hand, motioning for him to continue.
”Your room”s balcony overlooks an inaccessible and therefore unguarded cliff, but I have a magic carpet that I got from the genie, and I use it to fly onto your terrace.” Edgar”s voice dropped an octave, taking on a seductive edge. ”You open the doors for me and fall into my arms, sobbing with happiness. As I lift you into my arms and carry you to your enormous circular bed, you pepper my face with kisses.”
Jasmine canted her head. ”Why would a princess need a huge round bed?”
He rolled his eyes. ”It”s my fantasy, so let me tell it.”
”Fine.” She waved a hand. ”Please, continue.”
”You are draped in silks and a sheer gown that leaves very little to the imagination, and as I lay you down on the bed, your eyes darken with a hunger that matches my own.”
Jasmine swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. ”And then what happens?”
Edgar”s breath ghosted over her cheek. ”My hands roam over your lush curves, caressing you through the thin fabric until you”re trembling with need and begging me to undress you.”
A soft moan escaped Jasmine”s throat as his words conjured up vivid images in her mind. Tangled limbs, sweat-slicked skin, her pleasure coiling tighter and tighter.
”I tell you to have patience while I worship your body with my mouth and hands, and you are moaning my name. You tell me to lock the door so your handmaiden won”t be able to come in, and when I do, you take off your clothing and wait for me naked, so magnificent that I”m frozen in place for a moment.”
”I call your name,” Jasmine said. ”And I cup my breasts, teasing my nipples. I tell you to get rid of your clothes and join me in bed.”
As Edgar”s breathing became labored, he reached for her hand and brought it to his lips for a kiss. ”I do as you command, and when you see me naked, you lick your lush lips and tell me that I”m a dream come true. I climb onto the bed and dip my head between your spread thighs, asking your permission to taste you.”
Jasmine clenched her thighs together, her core throbbing insistently as desire pulsed through her veins.
”I grant your wish.”
”I pleasure you with my tongue and fingers until you”re writhing beneath me and begging me to take you. When I finally slide deep inside you, joining us as one, it”s like magic, like flying over an endless diamond sky.”
”You paint a vivid picture.” Jasmine could practically feel everything he”d described, and she wanted it. She wanted his hands on her, his hard body pressed against hers.
”You”re my muse.” The words were low and rough, laced with raw desire that made her shiver. ”Say the word, Princess, and I”ll show you a whole new world.”
She lifted her eyes to the surveillance camera mounted near the ceiling, which was pointed right at Edgar”s head. ”Should we continue the story in a more private setting?” With a smoldering look, she rose to her feet and offered Edgar her hand.
She had no idea if he would be as skilled a lover as his fictional Aladdin, but she couldn”t wait to find out. After all, every princess deserved to be thoroughly ravished by her street urchin at least once in her life, and if Edgar”s performance was half as good as his imagination, she was in for a wonderful magical ride.