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  “So you’re a leprechaun and have a green penis.” She shrugged it off. It was St. Patrick’s Day, and whatever he happened to be into, she could go with the flow. “Let’s take a shower and jump into bed.”

  “Now you’re talking.”

  Warm water cascaded over their bodies, but Cornelius didn’t have much washing in mind. As soon as they rinsed off, he pressed her up against the cool ceramic tiles and kissed her. Jenna lost track of time in the languid dance of tongues, and heat pooled in her core.

  Cornelius slid one hand around her lower back, and for a few beats it felt like they were on the dance floor again, except this time his cock vied for entrance into her pussy. Movement by movement, he dropped down her body, licking the droplets of water from her cleavage before sucking on her nipples. As she moaned her approval, he slipped two fingers into her mouth and she tongued them, teasing him how she’d suck him.

  Lower still, he knelt between her legs, and gazed up at her, reverent. At that moment, she felt like the most beautiful woman in the world. In his eyes, she was. All those imperfections, the exercise she meant to keep up, but didn’t after a long day at work, faded away.

  “Thank you for trusting me,” he said. Using his even-wetter fingers, slick from her mouth, he opened her labia and exposed the head of her clit. The water beaded down, striking it, pulse by pulse. Her heart pounded with anticipation, until he flicked the tip of his tongue against the sensitive nub.

  As he increased the pace, sucking and finger-fucking her, the tightening of her core increased. She fisted her hands in his green hair and held on for dear life. He looped an arm under her knee, cupping her ass and holding her against his mouth. With the fingers of his other hand he stretched her wide, alternating between plunging his tongue into her tender folds and sucking on her clit. The tension built. Every nerve ending pulled taut, until all the sensations exploded. She closed her eyes and saw a rainbow of colors.

  In the aftermath, he held her, humming a tune she didn’t recognize, until the water ran cold.

  Encased in soft towels, they helped each other dry off. His body consisted of all these gorgeous hard planes. She smoothed the towel over his lower back, and over his ass, before turning him around to dedicate attention to the front.

  “It didn’t wash off in the water?” she asked.

  “Nope. It’s not dyed.”

  His long, albeit still green, cock jutted out, as if pointing straight at her. Jenna gripped it from the base, sliding her palm up and down, enjoying the ripples of expression on his face that matched her movements.

  “That feels so good,” he encouraged her.

  She licked her lips, eyeing the manmade treat. “Follow me.” Turning, she kept hold of his member, and led him toward the bedroom.

  “Do I have a choice?” he asked, laughing. He walked in an exaggerated manner, swaying his hips, as if his cock really was leading his actions.

  Happiness flooded her body. The realization hit that this interaction, this banter, was what she was missing without a relationship. It didn’t feel like she’d only met him that evening, but that they shared more in common, a history.

  In her room, he hesitated in front of a framed picture of stepping-stones on a waterfall, surrounded by green moss and vegetation. Looking at the picture brought a sense of peace to Jenna. She’d never visited Ireland, not yet, but she knew it was there. Someday.

  He reached out, fingertips hovering over the glass. “Do you know where this is located?” he asked. His voice had taken on an awed tone.

  “Northern Ireland. I really liked the image. There’s something magical about it,” she said.

  With a nod, he turned toward her. “Mystical. It’s the Tollymore Forest Park. The mist from the falls surround you, and it’s like you’re dancing on liquid air.”

  The description brought the scenery alive to her in a different manner. She imagined the skipping motion going from stone to stone.

  “Someday …” he stopped talking.

  “Someday what?”

  “Never mind. I don’t want to scare you off.”

  She closed the gap between them, wrapping her arms around his body. “Tell me. I want to know.”

  “Someday, if you like, I’ll take you there.”

  It was the type of promise a man told a woman when they expected to be together for a long time. Did he regret saying it or was he afraid to ruin the moment by being too serious?

  “I’d like that. Someday,” she said, hoping to put him at ease. “With all of this Irish business, I half expected you to have some sort of tattoo on your chest or something.” She traced a pattern of a four-leaf clover over his peck, stopping to flick her tongue against his nipple.

  Cornelius sucked in a breath. “Too stereotypical. I need to stay undercover.”

  Walking him backward, they rammed up against the bed and she pulled back the comforter. Using both hands, she pushed him down and he fell in an exaggerated manner.

  She rubbed her hands together, and raised an eyebrow, teasing him. Like a predator on the prowl, she stalked him, crawling onto the bed, spreading his thighs wide as she climbed between them.

  “Tell me,” she said, wrapping her hands around his erect cock. “Are you magically delicious?”

  “Why don’t you tell me?” he said.

  Dipping down, she engulfed the smooth head within her mouth, and tongued him. The muscles on his stomach tightened. Angling her head to the side, she made eye contact, before checking out his open mouth.

  He grew even harder underneath her ministrations, and she alternated between gentle caresses, and pumping him in her fist, all the while, licking and sucking and slurping, until he stilled her movements.

  “Baby, I want be inside you. Care to go for a ride?”

  “I thought you’d never ask.” With a final lick for luck, she maneuvered the length of his body, reaching toward the nightstand for a condom.

  He grabbed her ass. “Just helping to steady you,” he joked.

  “Why, how considerate of you.” She tossed the foil wrapper into the trash, and rolled the rubber down his chubby. “Hope you don’t mind the glow-in-the-dark kind!” she said, flicking down the lights.

  They both checked out the goods. “Now, I’ve seen everything,” he said. “Come here.”

  Excitement pooled in her stomach, like the moment before leaving for a much-anticipated vacation. On one hand, she wanted it, and on the other, nervousness and fear lurked. Jenna straddled his body, one knee on either side of his hips. He brought her down, kissing her, while gently stroking her pussy and guiding himself in. His cock breached the opening, and she hovered, knowing what was to come in the following moments.

  Everything about Cornelius was real. Sure, he had some odd tendencies, but she liked the honesty. It felt like she’d known him for so much longer than a couple hours.

  Thigh muscles flexing, she lowered down onto him, inch by inch, filling her up, until her clit rubbed against his base. He held her hips, bringing her back and forth, staying nestled to the hilt inside of her, but increasing the friction. Leaning over, her breasts brushed against the hair on his chest, adding to the overwhelming sensations.

  The stimulation compounded, brick by brick, until she knew she balanced on the precipice of coming. As if sensing her closeness, he stopped.

  “I need more,” he said. He reached under her, cupping her bottom, and rolling on the bed, until she lay beneath him. She lifted her knees, holding him tight. Cornelius pulled out, and rammed in.

  Over, and over, he slammed his cock into her, stretching her wide and torqueing the pleasure. She arched upward. “Jiminy, that feels fuckin’ fantastic,” she exclaimed.

  “Nothing to do with a cricket,” he extolled. “It’s all me.”

  She stifled a laugh. If it’s one thing she’d learned after all these years, of “experience” in bed with men, you don’t get the giggles in the middle of lovemaking. They interpret it as something funky with their junk, and it normal
ly kills the mood. Doin’ it with a guy with a forest green member? Well, that certainly would be taken the wrong way.

  Lifting her hips, she met his every thrust move for move. It was like her physical sensations pulled tauter and tauter, being strung out, until the inevitable moment—

  “Tell me you believe,” he said, rubbing his fingers against her clit.

  She gritted her teeth, every nerve ending on alert. Almost there, and she knew she’d have the mother of all orgasms. Out of this world. What Melanie teased about from that damn magazine was true. Love. Her heart burst with feeling. She could take a pounding from this unbelievable man for eternity.

  His long green bangs hung over his forehead, partially covering his mesmerizing eyes. He slowed the pace. “Tell me you believe,” he whispered, coaxing out every sensation from her body.

  She ignored the request. He couldn’t mean what she thought. Could he?

  Turning her head to the side, she focused on the feeling of their bodies coming together. He filled her so perfectly.

  “I’m not going to give you what you want, until you tell me,” he coaxed. “That means no coming until you believe.”

  Although he was green, there was nothing green about him. Quite the opposite.

  Everything screamed Nebraska farm boy turned football player. All muscular curves, like he stepped out of a magazine photo shoot. Like the one Melanie had. She tried to push away the thought, unsuccessfully.

  An internal debate warred. How could she know he wasn’t telling her the truth? How much within life did she take for granted, and simply believed?

  Where did the line blur between something she couldn’t physically see like religion and God, and nature and fairies? But…leprechauns?

  It’s not like just his pubic hair was green. It was his entire cock. Could someone dye their skin a different color? Hell yes. She knew it was possible. Did it seem likely that the man between her legs was a fraud or – worse yet – a figment of her imagination?

  Hell, no. And if he said he was a leprechaun, who was she to question him?

  The luck of the Irish and all.

  “I believe you,” she said. The moment the words left her mouth, he thrust hard once-twice-three times, and a surge of sensation struck from her core, and soared out through her body. The climax sent spikes of pleasure so strongly throughout her body that even the hair on her head vibrated.

  “Yes,” he said, “yes. You are mine.” He continued to grind into her, holding her ass in his hand, until she felt him throbbing inside, and that added sense threw her over the edge again.

  Slowly, he pulled out and grabbed a tissue to dispose of the condom. He wrapped his muscular arms around her and snuggled tight against her back. She shut her eyes, flashes of his face playing in her mind.

  “Are you sure we don’t know each other from somewhere?” she asked, as sleep threatened to overtake her. In the realm between reality and dreams, sated from making love, her mind pushed to know the truth. Was she imagining it? Him drinking from a “Kiss Me, I’m Irish” coffee mug. His perfect lips puckered on the rim, smiling at something she’d said.

  Bizarre.

  “Shhh,” he said, whispering into her hair. “We’ll talk about it in the morning.”

  Chapter Six

  Sunlight streamed in through the shades, casting a green hue over the white comforter. As Jenna came fully awake, she remembered glimpses of the wild night before. She stretched, reveling in the feeling of being worked out every which way possible.

  Odd dreams surfaced in bits and pieces. She’d dreamed about Cornelius all night. They were working on a project together, her leaning over his shoulder at the office, and gazing at a computer screen. The brush of his fingertips against hers as he handed her some ad layouts. Weird, but now it more than felt like they’d known each other longer than a night. He’d mentioned her working with him, but last night she had no memory of it.

  The man lying next to her snorted in his sleep, and his lip curled up. His startling green hair stood out in spikes against the white pillowcase. She covered her mouth, stifling a giggle. She didn’t want to wake him by laughing.

  He didn’t really have a bright green – Did he?

  Without thought of the consequences, she gripped the edge of the covers and lifted to peer underneath. It was too dark and the way he was laying – legs crossed on his side – she couldn’t sneak a glimpse between his legs.

  Damn. She’d either have to wait until he woke up, or … to hell with it.

  Full blown, she pulled the covers back, completely exposing his body. His cock sported morning wood, but there wasn’t a tint of green anywhere.

  She rubbed her forehead. She hadn’t had that much to drink last night, did she? It was all Mel’s fault for showing her that picture in the magazine. What was she thinking?

  “Did you lose something, lass?”

  How could she say it without sounding insane? She pondered for a minute, feeling the words against her tongue. “You didn’t by any chance, have a green ummm,” she pointed, suddenly feeling shy, “last night did you?”

  “You mean my ‘love dart’? The ‘arrow of pleasure’? The golden rod at the end of the leprechaun’s rainbow?”

  “Yeah, something like that.” The heat from a blush spread across her chest, and up her face.

  He scooted closer to her, and she pulled up the sheets, covering herself. “Hey Jenna, I’m only teasing you. Yes, it was real. Very much so.”

  She blinked the wetness from her eyes, and wiped her lashes on the corner of the sheet. “I’m not crazy, and I wasn’t hallucinating?”

  “Look at me,” he turned her chin toward him, and all she saw in his gaze was honesty. “It was completely real, but it only happens one day a year, and that was yesterday.”

  “On St. Patrick’s Day, your cock turns green?” Saying the words didn’t make it seem any more real.

  “Yep, from sunup to the following sunrise. It started with puberty. Imagine being a teen and getting a green woody? For a while I avoided hooking up with anyone on that day, and then it became a bit of a challenge.”

  Pausing, he kissed her lightly on the lips. “No one has ever lived up to you, though. Last night was amazing in so many ways.”

  “Do you mean that?” Hope bloomed within her chest. It was as if all her wishes on rainbows and searching for the elusive four-leaf clover finally paid off.

  “Hell yes. What do you say? Think we might be able to make a go at this relationship, or were you only into me for my green cock?”

  “It’s weird. I keep getting these images of working with you. It feels like it’s coming back to me, but the memories are like blurry.” She shook her head, feeling a bit insane all over again. “Does that make sense at all?”

  With a “Wahooo!” Cornelius bounced to a kneeling position on the bed, and Jenna couldn’t help but notice how the sheets perfectly pooled around his crotch, covering him up. Damn.

  He grabbed her hands, and brought them to his chest. She raised up, meeting his gaze.

  “Tell me it’s true. You’re not joking? What do you remember?”

  “Daily stuff. Like passing you in the hallway, or standing behind you in the lunch line of the cafeteria. You’ve got a thing for mashed potatoes.”

  Before she saw it coming, he kissed her, fierce and full force, on the lips. “The spell. It’s broken. We did it. You did it.”

  “What are you talking about? What spell?”

  “Part of the curse is that I couldn’t build a relationship with someone or find happiness with a woman because she’d never remember me, until magic happened with the right one. That’s you. In my heart, I’ve known it for a long time now, but I never truly hoped it could actually happen.”

  Jenna retreated, hiding her head in her hands. Maybe it was too much, too soon. Cornelius tapered down the excitement, and rubbed her back.

  “Hon, what’s going on? Did I frighten you?”

  She attempted a weak smile. “
It’s a lot to take in, you know? First, I was getting used to the whole human-sized leprechaun idea, and then the … you know … green cock. Now you’re telling me my memory of you from how long? The last year? Was basically erased? That’s freaky.”

  “Is that all?” He could overcome her being upset with the past, as long as they had their future together.

  “Isn’t that enough? You’re not hiding any other secrets from me, are you? You don’t have wings that will pop out or something, do you? Do you live in a magic bottle?”

  “Those are fairies and genies, respectively, that you’re talking about. No wings, and I only grant the wishes of the fairest maidens, like you.”

  “Any other special duties I should be aware of?” She twirled her hand in the air, as if invoking invisible magic.

  “A little bit of fill-in rainbow making every now and then. Since we live in Southern California, though, you know it hardly ever rains.”

  “Are you serious?”

  “Sure. Do you remember a few months back everyone was posting photos of the ‘double rainbow’ on social media?”

  “That was you?” Awe filled her voice.

  “When you don’t get to do it very often…” he blew on his fingertips, “then it’s fun to show off. Anything else you want to know?”

  “With the curse broken, will you still, you know, turn green down there on St. Patrick’s Day?”

  “I don’t know. We’ll have to wait and find out together.”

  This time, her smile was very much real. Radiant. “You do know how to charm the ladies,” she said.

  He pounced, pinning her to the bed. His thighs straddled the curves of her hips, and he held her hands down on the sides of her head. Red hair fanned out over the pillow, and he drank in the fresh scent at the base of her neck. She giggled, struggling against him, the friction doing all sorts of wondrous things to his morning cock.

  “Ladies?” he said. “Only you. Soon enough you’ll believe how much I love. You’re my lucky charm. Until then, I’ll have to work to convince you.”

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