Page 206 of Wicked Fantasies

No doubt his upbringing and standard of living had blinded him to the travails of the middle class people who worked hard to chisel out an existence. He felt humbled by this tiny special ed. teacher’s words. For him, eating hundreds of dollars worth of caviar in a single sitting meant nothing, but to Meg, such extravagance seemed greedy and wasteful.

“I’m sorry to upset you, Meg. I thought you knew how expensive good Beluga caviar was. I should have warned you of the cost and let you make the decision.” Rob was amazed to hear himself apologizing. Rob Madison was not a man to apologize for his actions and certainly not for something as innocuous as offering a woman caviar.

“God,” Meg closed her eyes. “I must sound like the biggest prude on earth. Look at me, yelling at you for feeding me. Sorry,” she added with a sheepish grin. “Just so you know, I’m this big a pain in the butt to all of my friends. I’m way too out-spoken and opinionated.”

Rob’s heart skipped a beat as she referred to a friendship with him. For the first time in perhaps his entire life, he was making a friend based on his own personality and not by how much money he had in the bank. Meg treated him as she would any new acquaintance and he found that feeling unique. He was sick to death of having women throw themselves at him merely because they desired the power of his name and the bottom line on his paycheck. He’d grown up in a world surrounded by the rich and famous and, aside from his employees, he couldn’t remember ever meeting and befriending a real person.

“Don’t worry about it, Meg. What do you say we dig in?”

Smiling, Meg agreed and the two talked and ate until nearly dawn. Meg told him about her students and her family and Rob told her about some of his own traveling misadventures, making her laugh until tears streamed down her cheeks.

Underlying their entire conversation was Rob’s intense sexual desire for her, but strangely he felt no rush to get her into bed. He was enjoying getting to know her as a person and he sensed this time together was going a long way toward setting her own mind at ease. He didn’t doubt Meg truly wasn’t the type to hop into a stranger’s bed.

Rising to glance out of the window at the rain still falling, he said, “I’m afraid this foul weather is going to upset some of the festivities today.”

“Oh,” Meg joined him at the window. “That’s right. There’s supposed to be a parade of some sort, isn’t there?”

“Yes,” Rob answered. “There is a big parade down the center of Main Street, lots of bands and heart shaped floats. Bit ridiculous really. Venus and Cupid ride in on the last float and officially declare Lover’s Lane open.”

“Lover’s Lane?”

“Actually, it’s the marketplace in the city center. All the merchants hawk their romantic wares.”

“Dare I ask what is considered romantic wares?”

“Oh,” Rob replied, turning slightly to watch Meg’s face. He was becoming exceedingly fond of her easy blushes and he knew his next words were sure to serve as a trigger. “You know, aphrodisiacs, lingerie, leather, sex toys. That kind of thing.”

Sure enough, her cheeks flushed as she choked on her cup of coffee. “You’re kidding?”

“No,” he replied. “Don’t worry, Meg,” pretending to mistake her uneasiness, enjoying how easy she was to tease. “As soon as the weather clears, I’ll take you. I wouldn’t let you miss it. I’m already thinking about all the things I want to buy you there.”

“You are?” Rob couldn’t miss her quick intake of breath. Turning to her, he reached out and pulled her closer to him.

“Uh huh.” Finally he released the reins on his building need, taking her lips in a kiss utterly different from the one that preceded it. He wanted Meg with a passion that bordered on painful and the thought of buying her sexy clothing, body lotions, and toys sent his cock into full alert. Suddenly unwilling to wait another minute for her, he reached down and pulled his oversized t-shirt over her head, pleasantly surprised to discover she hadn’t put her bra back on after her shower.

“Rob,” she whispered, attempting to cover herself, shocked by the suddenness of his motion.

“No.” He pulled her hands down and away. “Let me look at you. You are so beautiful.”

Matching his words with actions, he bent down and took one of her rose colored nipples in his mouth, relishing the sound of her delicious moan and the feeling of her hands tangling in his hair. She was so unlike the women he usually bedded. Women accustomed to power and money who cared only for their own pleasure. Of course, to be fair, he tended to treat sex the same way—merely a cold, emotionless merger, a way of having mutual needs met. He knew sex with Meg would be different. He could feel it in the way her hands lovingly caressed his back as if she wanted his pleasure as much as she wanted her own.

Nipping at her delicious breast with his teeth, his free hand plucked at her other nipple, loving the sound of her rapid breathing and excited whimpers. Her hands tugging on his hair caused him to raise his head to look into her deep blue eyes, heavy-lidded with desire.

“Rob.” He could see her body trembling with need. “It’s been too long. Please,” she pleaded, “I need you—now.”

Smiling, Rob rose above her. “All you had to do was ask, Meg.” He bent forward and picked her up easily.

Shock crossed her face and Rob was sure no one had ever whisked her off to the bedroom in such a fashion. He joined her as she laughed with delight.

“Now I really do feel like Scarlett O’Hara.”

“Ah,” Rob joined her jest. “Frankly, my dear, I’m about to have my wicked way with you!”

With that, he tossed her lightly into the middle of her bed before crawling up and over her on all fours, like a hungry lion stalking his prey.

Her laughter quickly turned to whimpers as he buried his face in the crook of her neck, kissing, licking, and biting his way back down to her breasts to continue his earlier torments. Straddling her hips, he bit back his own groan as she pushed herself against the painful erection smothering in his trousers. Cool air on his chest alerted him to the fact his lovely southern belle had not been idle while he enjoyed her bounteous flesh. Her small hands slipped beneath his shirt as she pushed it off his shoulders. Her quick intake of breath and wide eyes proved she liked what she saw and Rob was suddenly glad for the time he spent working out in the gym every day.

Pulling his shirt off, Rob untied the drawstring holding his ridiculously large sweatpants up on her tiny waist. Not one to waste time, Meg began to tackle the buttons of his pants.

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