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Rob smiled at her enthusiasm realizing it was no doubt the truth. He was pleased at how quickly Meg could get ready for her day. Used to women who took hours to shower, dress, primp, and do God only knew what else, he found Meg’s ability to prepare herself in fifteen minutes amazing.

Pulling on his own swim trunks and a t-shirt, he reviewed his plan for the day. He arranged to have his yacht docked nearby, where he and Meg would have a romantic breakfast. He planned to take her on a cruise around the island, stopping for a swim in the ocean, maybe even some waterskiing, and hopefully, sometime during the day, he would manage to confess the truth about his true identity. He knew he was being a coward, but by confining her on a boat, she wouldn’t be able to escape until he’d had a chance to try to win back her favor if she became as angry at his deception as he expected her to. Not one of his more brilliant plans, but for now, it was all he had. Time was running out.

Chapter Nine

Giggling, Meg nearly tripped getting off the elevator. Rob quickly wrapped a steadying arm around her waist. “Careful, Teach,” he murmured in her ear. As they reached the door to the penthouse, Rob surprised her by turning her to him and leaning down to kiss her. She could taste the wine they shared on the boat on his tongue as it swept into her own mouth, enticing her to play. She raised her arms to his shoulders, her fingers running through his dark hair. Rob’s own hands traveled around her waist, rubbing lightly, seductively over her back.

Only with Rob had she ever felt so carefree and happy, without a worry in the world. She spent her entire life working. In high school she held down a part-time job to help with the bills while studying non-stop to earn good enough grades to get a scholarship. Unable to afford the cost of living on campus, she spent her college years driving the forty-five minutes home every night to care for her dying grandmother and then her ailing mother. So much of her life spent working and worrying and caring for others.

This time with Rob in a tropical paradise was healing parts of her she didn’t know were injured. She laughed and joked with ease. The Meg she was at home would never have consented to spend a weekend with a virtual stranger. Hell, her at-home persona would never have agreed to share the room even platonically. She’d lived a lifetime in this single weekend and it saddened her to think about her return to the real world.

Rob seemed to notice her quiet pensiveness. “Hey, why the long face?”

“I was just thinking about leaving here tomorrow. Rob, if I don’t remember to say it, the past three days have been the best of my life and I will never forget everything you’ve done to make them so special.”

“We still have tonight and tomorrow morning, Meg. Let’s not waste that time worrying about the end.” Meg’s heart stopped at the word ‘end.’ How would she ever be able to walk away from Rob without a backward glance? No doubt, he was used to short-term relationships, but her heart was bleeding at the thought of never seeing him again. Shaking off her unwanted concerns, she beat down the practical Meg and brought back the new version of herself, the one who lived for the moment.

Rob unlocked the door to the suite and she started to walk in, but Rob stopped her, tugging at her elbow. “Before we go in, I should warn you that I fully intend to ravish you.”

Meg laughed, despite the effect his words were having on her body. Every moment in his presence only strengthened her desire for him. No sooner did he leave her body, then she literally had to stop herself from begging him to come back in. Never had she been so wholly consumed by a man’s touch.

Reaching up, she placed her palm on his cheek, his five o’clock shadow tickling her fingers. “Thank God,” she whispered as she stood on tip-toe to place her own devastating kiss on his lips.

The two continued kissing even as they stepped into the room and Rob shut and locked the door behind him. Turning her, he leaned her against the door, lifting her legs. “Wrap them around my waist,” he commanded and Meg’s passion mounted even higher. Heady with the feelings he was evoking in her body, Meg pulled him closer, her fingernails digging into his bare shoulders. She secretly rejoiced as his lips left hers burning a path across her face, nipping lightly at her ear, before drifting down her neck. His teeth, tongue, and lips devoured everything they touched. She loved these moments, right before he took her, when she sensed he wanted her every bit as much as she wanted him.

“Meg,” Rob murmured, gathering her hands in his one of his own, pulling them above her head, holding her still for his amorous assault. It was clear he meant to direct their passion again. With his free hand, he pulled her bathing suit to one side and Meg sensed he would rip it off of her if he could. Rob’s fingers plunged roughly into her wet pussy and Meg reveled in his lack of finesse. Always in control, Meg discovered she much preferred this wild man before her to the suave Rob she’d grown accustomed to. A man as frantic to be inside her as she was to welcome him in.

Her pleas fell from her lips before she could think better. “Please,” she whimpered as his fingers tormented her quivering flesh. Two fingers became three and Meg couldn’t stop the climax that was attacking her with devastating speed.

“Oh God,” she cried out as the orgasm ripped through her body. Her cries seemed to break what little control Rob had over his own body and she gasped as she felt him push into her. Over and over, he came into her—hard and fast—just as she had requested that first night. The banging of her back against the door only vaguely made its way to her ears as she reveled in the feelings he was producing in her body.

“More,” she demanded and his cock took on a life of its own, pounding inside her as she clenched her inner muscles around him, demanding he fill her, stay with her, never leave her. The strength of her next orgasm shocked her to the core considering she thought the first had been powerful. He joined her in her climax, both of them shouting their pleasure and pain together.

She was so fulfilled and happy that she couldn’t conceive of his not feeling the same way, which is why his first word left her so perplexed.

“Fuck,” he said, in a much less than pleased tone.

Opening her eyes, she saw him looking at her, not angry, but chagrined.

“Rob?”

“Are you on the pill?”

At his question, she realized why he was so upset. In their frantic rush to devour each other, they’d forgotten the condom. Her stomach dropped to her feet and she felt all the blood leave her face.

“I’ll take that as a no,” he replied.

“They make me nauseous,” she answered. “Oh Rob, I’m so sorry.”

“You’re sorry?” His tone was one she couldn’t quite understand.

“I’m sure it will be alright.” Even though she knew it wouldn’t be. After all, she’d been conceived during her mother’s one night of youthful indiscretion.

“I’m glad you’re so sure,” he replied with what she thought might be sarcasm.

Pulling away, she felt as though she’d been sunk into quicksand up to her neck. Her body was going into a full scale panic attack—her arms and legs refusing to move. This was why practical Meg existed, she thought. Reliable, boring Meg would never have made such a mammoth mistake.

“I have to get out of here,” she whispered, willing her body to move. Before she could take a step, Rob picked her up and carried her to the couch, settling her securely on his lap.

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