Oh yes, guys and gals. It's time for the first lemon of the book and by god is it lemony. I hope you enjoy it and I love the fuck out of you for reading.

Clare:

My mind is reeling from our conversation. The past half hour has undoubtedly changed my life forever. Artemis just told me he wanted to sell me into slavery because I'm part magical creature. I have magic. I can read minds and move things with my mind and influence moods. And apparently, Artemis can do some of these things too. He knowingly influenced me into moving to Ireland so that he could sell me off to some weirdo, but lo and behold he falls in love with me- or something like that. The most perplexing and heart-bursting development of all is that Artemis just told me we're soulmates. Life mates. Or something like that.

Artemis is looking at me warily, as if I might bolt at any moment. He's probably right to do so given the current circumstances.

"Artemis this is so much to process," I say weakly, walking hand in hand with him towards his Tesla.

"I know," he says, "you must have more questions."

"I do, but first I need to process everything you've just told me."

"That's fair," he says, gently tightening his grip on my hand.

We reach the Tesla and Artemis opens the door for me. I slip inside, removing my coat and trying not to think too hard about everything that has happened this morning.

Please don't run. Artemis's voice echoes loud and clear in my mind.

"Artemis!" I exclaim with delight as he slides into the driver's seat.

"What is it?" He looks truly perplexed, a rarity.

"Your voice! In my head! I just heard it just now!"

He looks nervous now. What kinds of dirty things has he been thinking?

"What did you hear?"

"You don't want me to run," I say softly. I let the tears of overwhelmed emotion spill over my eyelids and run down my face.

"Oh baby," he says and my heart swells, "please don't cry."

"I'm just so overwhelmed by everything and I don't know how much of it is real," I say, trying to hold it together. I don't typically cry in front of people, so this is a moment of vulnerability for me.

"It's all real, Clare," Artemis says as he starts the Tesla then leans across the seat to kiss my lips softly.

My heart just about explodes as I throw my arms around his neck, deepening our kiss.

You are amazing, baby. I hear in my head as I pull back. I concentrate on the sensation of his voice inside of my head, following it to the origin. His energy.

So are you, Artemis.

He grins hugely as he leans in to kiss me once more. Come on, baby. Let's get home.

We pull into the driveway after practicing communicating telepathically for nearly the entire car ride home and my mind is still reeling. It's as though some kind of puzzle piece has been fit into place. But there's also so much to process- Vonn, Artemis so easily deceiving me, Artemis's family, my job. What does this new development mean?

Artemis recognizes the pensive look on my face, "I know it must be overwhelming. But I'm happy to be in a more honest place with you. If you need to talk, I'm here." And here, his voice lazily flows through my mind, sending a warmth through my body.

I smile involuntarily, "Oh Artemis, what am I going to do with you?" I shake my head and watch as we enter the massive gates of Fowl Manor.

"So, as you can imagine there are a few matters we must cover as soon as possible," Artemis says, clearly back in business mode.

"Such as?" I already have an idea of what he is going to say, but I enjoy hearing him lay out his plans.

He smiles deviously. "First and foremost, letting Vonn know that the deal is off."

"Oh? You mean you aren't going to sell me to some psychopath now?"

"Clare, please minimize the sarcasm for the next few minutes," he continues without allowing me to make another sarcastic comment, "Although I can't pretend that this pains me to ask, but how do you feel about continuing to work for my mother given our –err developing relationship?"

Artemis turns beet red as he says this last piece. Ever since our first encounter the question of this conflict of interests has buzzed in the back of my mind, but now that my passing fantasies have turned into a potential relationship it seems I will be forced into giving it some thought.

"I hadn't given it much thought, honestly. I love working with your brothers and your mother has been nothing but a pleasure, but what else would I do with my time if I weren't working? Would I even be allowed to stay here?"

I can think of a few ways to occupy your time, Artemis's voice unexpectedly rings through my head. My jaw drops and I give him a playful slap on the arm. He grins, apparently pleased with himself.

"In all seriousness, Clare, I don't feel that having you continuing to work with my brothers would be the best course of action. I don't want them to know you as the help. I want them to know you as family."

We pull into the garage and Artemis presses the ignition button. Neither of us makes a move to get out.

It's my turn for cheeks to redden. "Artemis," I notice the breathy quality of my voice, "this is all happening so fast."

I look into his blue eyes and feel my body heat up, "I'm thinking about the future, Clare. I know you'll be in it and I don't want my brothers – and parents for that matter – treating you like hired help."

"Then what am I, Artemis? I can't stay at your house and eat your food and live your lifestyle without some kind of contribution. I would not feel comfortable with that."

Artemis sighs, "Which is one of the things I respect about you. Tell me, Clare, what's your dream job?"

I raise an eyebrow, "To be a travel writer. Visiting new places and sharing my experiences through photography and writing."

"I can help you do that," Artemis says with a confident smile, "good choice, by the way. Are you thinking of Travel and Leisure? Condé Naste?"

My eyes widen in shock. "Artemis, this is all too much," I shake my head, "When I said it would all take time I meant it. Time!" I say, pointing at his Rolex.

Artemis laughs, a noise that makes me smile involuntarily. "Fine, enough serious talk for now. Shall we go inside?"

"We shall," I smile back.

ARTEMIS:

When we walk in the door the sun has set and the stars have begun to appear out of the blackness. We walk hand in hand towards my bedroom, cares and worries forgotten, reveling in each other's presence.

When we reach my bedroom door I pause.

"Do you want to come in?" I say quietly, "You're welcome to spend the night."

I see her blush. "Isn't it inappropriate to stay over on the first date?" She says with a coy smile.

"Clare, I think we are way past the usual in our situation. But if you feel uncomfortable-"

"Oh no, don't get me wrong." She cuts me off "I really really want to spend the night with you, I just want to make sure we aren't rushing things. We never finished our conversation earlier and I technically still work for your family."

I lean in and give her a gentle kiss. "There's no harm in just sleeping, is there?"

She eyes me suggestively, I'm fine with that. For now. She gives me a wink and opens the door to my bedroom.

It's the morning again and once again her glorious arse is pressed up against my morning wood. I tighten my grip around her once again, pulling her towards me. I kiss her neck softly and I hear her give a sharp intake of breath, leaning her head back against my shoulder. Clare suddenly rolls over to look at me dead in the eye. I can see her desire blooming in her deep green eyes.

Bravely and suddenly, she reaches down underneath my waistband and wraps her fingers around my rock hard penis. Whoa.

"That's what I wanted to do yesterday," she says breathily.

"Do you take birth control?" I blurt out.

She looks mildly shocked "I have an IUD"

"Damn good," I growl, pulling her on top of me.

The electricity between us is evident as she takes charge, grinding her hips onto my arousal.

I let out an audible moan through gritted teeth. This woman.

She is clearly enjoying my torture, grinding and sliding her body against mine.

I want you, baby. Her eyes lock with mine as I hear her voice echo in my mind. A level of intimacy that brings her sexuality to a new level.

"Enough!" I say gruffly. Something instinctual has overtaken the rational part of my brain. And surprisingly, I'm allowing it to. I slide my shorts down, revealing my massive erection.

Clare's eyes widen with delight. That's right, baby. All yours.

I lean up, kissing her fiercely on the mouth despite the morning breath and roughly sliding her lacy underwear to the side. My hand glides against something slippery. I recall my human sexuality research. She's ready.

Lifting her body up momentarily, I slide myself slowly into her.

DEAR GOD I feel her warmth wrapped around me, tantalizing, fulfilling, satisfying beyond measure.

I can see the pleasure on her face as she looks down at me with a self-satisfied smirk. That good, huh?

I take one of her breasts into my mouth and suck hard. She cries out. You have no idea.

She starts to move on top of me, small audible moans coming from her throat.

I am holding on by a thread, watching her on top of me in disbelief. The only thing stopping me from exploding inside of her is the desire to make her explode.

I move my hips slightly to match her rhythm, then slowly reach a thumb down to search for her clitoris. Basic anatomy education never fails. I can tell she's trying to keep quiet, head thrown back and back arched each time that I connect fully with her body.

Do you like that, beautiful?

Can't you tell? Even her mental voice is breathy, and I can feel the pinnacle of her desire approaching.

She is a goddess. Her swinging blonde hair, her body arching and bowing against mine. Her green eyes occasionally looking down and making contact with mine. I can't hold on much longer, I feel my body harden.

Clare, I'm going to come inside of you if you don't slow down.

She responds with a wave of contractions around me and I can't hold on any more. I murmur her name as I release inside of her, feeling her warmth combine with mine as she collapses onto my chest.

I suddenly awaken with a raging hard on. Clare is still fast asleep with- lo and behold- her glorious arse pressed into my erection once more. I let out a sigh of sexual frustration as I pull Clare closer to me, pressing my face into her hair. She stirs gently, leaning into my grasp.

Dear god, Clare. You are going to end me.

Her eyes aren't opened, but I can feel her consciousness stirring next to me. End you? Why would I want to do that? Her voice lazily flows across my consciousness, doing nothing for my insufferable boner.

If you'll forgive me for being so crude, Ms. Craft, your ass pressed against my morning arousal is bringing my mind to unexplored places. Namely your unexplored places.

Her eyes open suddenly and a sly smile appears on her face. If I must say so, Mr. Fowl, feeling your sizeable arousal is having a similar effect on me.

Shit my heart is beginning to pound in my chest I'm not still dreaming, am I?

Clare reaches back and gently wraps her hand around my erection.

You're not dreaming, baby. How about I give you something to think about today?

Clare, baby. What happened to taking it slow?

She adjusts herself so that she is on top of me, slowly sliding my boxers off. Considering what I'd like to do to you when you press that thing up against me, this is slow.

Fuck. I watch as she frees my erection and then slowly, painstakingly takes me into her mouth.

Her mouth consuming my cock is the most beautiful sight I have ever seen. She sucks and slides her tongue across my tip and works her hand around the base of my cock until I can't hold on any more.

Clare, if you don't stop I'm going to come in your mouth.

She looks up at me with my cock in her mouth and makes direct eye contact with me. Good. And I explode into her mouth, arching my head back and succumbing to my instinctual cues. I feel myself deep in her mouth as she swallows.

"Well, Ms. Craft, you do know how to start the day off right," I say once I recover from my euphoria.

She grins at me and kisses my cheek, hopping off of the bed and heading toward the bathroom.

Next time, we'll make your dreams come true. She turns and winks at me before closing the bathroom door.

GUYS. That got lemony AS FUCK. I had to give you a little treat for still reading after all of this time. I'm continuing to feel inspired with this story and I can't wait to keep sharing it with you piece by piece. Thank you as always for reading, reviewing, following, and favorite-ing. It's a real honor!