them that Meg had a backbone of pure steel.
She had held out for two pounds of coffee, a bolt of some sort of
blue fabric she called satin, a six-pack of something she called Dr
Pepper, and a pair of brown boots she said reminded her of Uggs.
Cian didn’t know what Uggs were, but the boots looked warm.
Altogether, it had been a phenomenally good deal.
Cian would have been really impressed if he hadn’t been so damn
sexually frustrated. His wife handled the goblins with pure diplomatic
grace. She had known when to be charming and when to beat the
goblins over the head with her fists. She had negotiated to give the
goblins a second shipment of cookies in exchange for a set of sheets.
She was very excited about the thread count. Cian didn’t know what
that meant. The other part of the deal was something she had
designated as a player to be named later. Again, nothing Cian
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understood, but if it got him out of these caves and into her bed, he
would support the deal all day long.
He was supposed to be the intellectual half. He should have been
extremely interested in the negotiations. But today, he couldn’t take
his eyes off his wife’s breasts. He was going to see them, touch them,
get them in his mouth. His cock swelled again, and Cian had had
enough.
“I am very interested in chocolate,” Meg was saying to the small
goblin who served as a clerk. He was writing down the Seelie
Queen’s demands. “It’s sweet and brown. You’ll find it in bars. It’s
bitter in powder form. I’ll take that, too. Surely, some other plane has
to have discovered chocolate.”
“I will ask around, Your Highness,” the goblin promised.
Cian reached over and took his wife’s hand. If he let her, she