Page 208 of Wicked Fantasies

Rob wholeheartedly agreed. “I would hate to waste a perfectly lovely day like this sightseeing and such.”

Leaning down, he took her lips with a kiss that betrayed the unquenchable desire they seemed to share. Coming over her, Rob’s mouth moved across her cheek to her ear. “I can’t seem to get enough of you.”

“There’s still plenty of me here,” she teased. “But Rob, hurry.”

Several hours later,Meg stretched out on the comfy couch in the living room and looked at Rob on the other end. The day had been one of the most perfect of her life. After a long, hot, entirely satisfying bout of afternoon delight, they ordered an early dinner of thick, juicy steaks, baked potatoes and asparagus. For dessert, they polished off a bottle of champagne as Rob fed her strawberries while they soaked in the Jacuzzi in his bedroom. Then they spent the last two hours simply touching and talking.

Right now, he was sitting with her feet in his lap, lightly massaging them. Meg wiggled her toes marveling at the fact her feet seemed to be an erogenous zone. She never knew that, but she certainly felt as if she could have an orgasm merely from the heavenly rubbing Rob was ministering. She smiled at the thought, wondering how Rob would react if she did.

“Well, that’s a smile fit for the Cheshire Cat. Penny for your thoughts,” he said.

“I’m thinking that I could get used to this.” She was too embarrassed to share her true thoughts.

“A foot massage?”

“Among other things,” Meg added.

“Ah.” Rob was obviously aware of where her thoughts were lingering. “Want to elaborate?”

“I’ve been pampered, petted, massaged, and fed. I feel a bit like a princess,” she admitted, her face suddenly serious. “Thank you, Rob. I can’t begin to put into words how wonderful today was.”

“We never even left the suite.”

Laughing, she stretched her arms above her head. “Umm, yes, well, I don’t care if we ever leave.”

Rob felta slight rush of relief at her words. He had to agree that today had quite possibly been one of the best of his life. If she’d offered a penny for his thoughts, he reflected, she’d probably be shocked by the unusual turn they’d taken. As they sat here, he considered the fact he could see himself doing this every night for the rest of his life. Meg was an easy companion—her sense of humor infectious, her views of life interesting, her attitude optimistic, despite the knowledge he knew she’d suffered quite a bit of loss in her life.

One of the things he enjoyed the most about her companionship was her openness as well as her unique perspective of life. They’d left no stone unturned, whether it be religion, politics, literature or even who was the most deserving American Idol winner. She went for Carrie Underwood, being a country music fan, while he remained loyal to Kelly Clarkson.

He recalled her comments about her upbringing and family, amazed she could talk about her childhood with such fond recollection. She admitted her family hadn’t had, as she said, ‘two pennies to rub together’ and yet that didn’t seem to matter. He silently wished he could have met the two women who had raised such a happy, strong, self-assured young woman. For the first time in his life, he actually found himself feeling envious of someone else. If someone had asked him yesterday, he would have said he was the luckiest man on earth. Because yesterday, all that mattered was the fact he’d amassed wealth beyond measure and lived a life others coveted. He was on top—sought out for his opinions and advice by politicians, business executives, and powerful leaders.

Now, as he saw the world through Meg’s eyes, he wondered how much of his life he’d squandered in the quest for gold and power. Meg worked day after day with students who dealt with mental and physical handicaps—blindness, autism, mental retardation, deformities that left them in wheelchairs. Every day of their lives was a challenge and it was obvious Meg admired their efforts to succeed in a world where the odds were so clearly stacked against them. She made a pittance for her efforts, yet didn’t complain once. In her mind, the fact she’d been born healthy and raised in a loving home environment was so much more than many others had and for that she was sincerely grateful. Rob tried to remember the last time he felt gratitude for the blessings of his life. He couldn’t recall ever giving thanks.

Humbled, Rob looked down at Meg as she struggled to keep her eyes open. Jet-lagged, he smiled at his little trooper. She’d missed an entire night’s sleep and yet she insisted on staying up with him. Overwhelmed with the desire to take care of her, he rose, bending over to pick her up.

“What are you doing?” she asked drowsily.

“Taking you to bed.”

“Ooh, it’s about time too.” He was amazed to see her come fully to life.

“You must be exhausted,” he said. “Why don’t you call it a night?”

“Without you?” Her face was a perfect mixture of disappointment and confusion.

“Aren’t you tired, Meg?”

“I have the rest on my life to sleep if I want to, Rob. You and I only have two more days and I want to make them count.”

His heart lurched with something precariously like pain as she mentioned the end of their time together. Dismissing it, Rob grinned as she squirmed to be released. Lowering her, he savored the feeling of her body as it slid down his before jerking back at the realization she hadn’t stopped sliding until she knelt before him.

“Meg.” His hands reached beneath her shoulders to pull her back up.

Shaking him off, she reached for the buttons on his jeans.

Again, he tried to fend her off. He’d intended to tuck his little princess in bed for the night, allowing her the rest she so desperately needed. Now she was turning the tables on him. Rob shuddered as she pulled his cock free from the constricting denim.

“Meg,” he said, “you don’t have to--”

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