“There’s no real sense of duty here. You’re just scared.” Her brow quirked as she mentioned fear. Maya knew such a feeling could be a powerful motivator, and that was probably what had caused him to ignore his physical desire in order to discover about what the proposition was. He had every right to worry. Djinn could be extremely devious, and she was no exception.
Maya chuckled as he changed her recitation of a common proverb into a media reference. He really must be a nerd. No wonder he seemed inexperienced. The jinni pouted when he moved away from her, though. She sat up, not moving off his bed. Then he began to pull on some pants, and she shook her head. They would be removed again shortly.
She tsked as he called her a pot-whore. “Oh, now you’ve insulted me.” The jinni didn’t really sound insulted so much as amused. “Are you really so used to being unwanted that you have to think I’m only here for your stash? All it would take from me is a little extra searching before I find a dealer of such high quality product. You have to get it from somewhere, after all. No, Jacky-Boy. I’m really just here for you.” At that point, she stood, giving him an excellent view of her perfectly nude, hourglass figure, bare before him.
She approached him, and leaned forward, pressing her full lips against his before catching his lower lip between her teeth. Her body pressed enticingly against his. She released his lip. “I tried a classier approach, but you seem to prefer your women to be more forward.” Her hand stroked the bulge in his pants. Hard-ons didn’t lie.