Mad About Meg, Mari Carr [book recommendations for young adults txt] 📗

polished off a bottle of champagne as Rob fed herstrawberries while they’d soaked in the Jacuzzi in his bedroom. Then they’dspent the last two hours simply touching and talking.

Hesat with her feet in his lap, lightly massaging them and she wiggled her toesmarveling at the fact her feet seemed to be an erogenous zone. She’d neverknown that, but she certainly felt as if she could have an orgasm merely fromthe heavenly rubbing he was ministering. She smiled at the thought, wonderinghow Rob would react if she did.

“Well,that’s a smile fit for the Cheshire Cat. What are you thinking?”

“I’mthinking I could get used to this.” She was too embarrassed to share her truethoughts.

“A foot massage?”

“Among other things.”

“Ah.”The look on his face said he was obviously aware of where her thoughts werelingering. “Want to elaborate?”

“I’vebeen pampered, petted, massaged, and fed. I feel a bit like a princess. Thankyou, Rob. I can’t begin to put into words how wonderful today was.”

“Wenever even left the suite.”

Shelaughed and stretched her arms above her head. “Umm, yes, well, I don’t care ifwe ever leave.”

Robfelt a slight rush of relief at her words. He had to agree that today had quitepossibly been one of the best of his life and he considered the fact he couldsee himself doing this every night for the rest of his life. Meg was an easycompanion—her sense of humor infectious, her views of life interesting, herattitude optimistic, despite the knowledge he knew she’d suffered quite a bitof loss in her life.

Oneof the things he enjoyed the most about her companionship was her openness aswell as her unique perspective of life. They’d left no stone unturned, whetherit be religion, politics, literature or even who wasthe most deserving American Idol winner. She went for David Cook while heremained loyal to Kelly Clarkson.

She’dadmitted her family hadn’t had ‘two pennies to rub together’ and yet thatdidn’t seem to matter to her. He silently wished he could have met the twowomen who had raised such a happy, strong, self-assured young woman. For thefirst time in his life, he actually found himself feeling envious of someoneelse. If someone had asked him yesterday, he would have said he was theluckiest man on earth. Because yesterday all that mattered was the fact he’damassed wealth beyond measure and lived a life others coveted. He was ontop—sought out for his opinions and advice by politicians, business executivesand powerful leaders.

Now,as he saw the world through her eyes, he wondered how much of his life he’dsquandered in the quest for gold and power. Meg worked day after day withstudents who dealt with mental and physical handicaps—blindness, autism, mentalretardation, deformities that left them in wheelchairs. Every day of theirlives was a challenge and it was obvious Meg admired their efforts to succeedin a world where the odds were so clearly stacked against them. She made apittance for her efforts, yet didn’t complain. In her mind, the fact she’d beenborn healthy and raised in a loving home environment was so much more thanothers had and for that she was sincerely grateful. He tried to remember thelast time he felt gratitude and he couldn’t recall ever giving thanks.

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

“Whatare you doing?”

“Taking you to bed.”

“Ooh,it’s about time too.”

Hewas amazed to see her come fully to life. “You must be exhausted. Why don’t youcall it a night?”

“Without you?” Her face was a mixture ofdisappointment and confusion.

“Aren’tyou tired, Meg?”

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

Hisheart lurched with something like pain as she mentioned the end of their timetogether. Dismissing it, he grinned as she squirmed to be released. Loweringher, he savored the feeling of her body as it slid down his before jerking backat the realization she hadn’t stopped sliding until she knelt before him.

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

Shakinghim off, she reached for the button on his jeans.

He’dintended to tuck his little princess in bed for the night. Now she was turningthe tables on him. Rob shuddered as she pulled his hard cock from theconstricting denim.

“Meg,”he said, “you don’t have to—”

Hiswords caught in his throat as her tongue darted out to tease the small openingof his penis.

“Iwant to.” All thought of stopping fled his mind as she wrapped her lips andhand around his cock and gave him the blowjob of a lifetime.

Grippinghim tightly in her fist, she tormented him with her lips, teeth and tongue.Each time he managed to settle his racing thoughts to her pattern, she changedthe game. One minute she would simply run her tongue up and down as if he werea lollipop and she a small child. Next, she would turn into a tiger, engulfinghis length, nearly swallowing him whole as her teeth teased his sensitive flesh.

Asshe changed her motion, he found himself reeling in the wake of her devastatingtouches. His hands gripped her hair tightly and at her sudden hiss, he realizedhe was hurting her. He started to release her when she shook her head, his cockstill buried in the wet cavern of her mouth. Reaching back down, he pulledagain at her flaxen locks nearly bowled over by the realization that sheenjoyed his rough play. The notion caused his cock to grow even harder, a factthat obviously wasn’t lost on his little minx as she changed the rules of thegame yet again. Using her free hand, she reached down to cup his balls lightlybefore exploring even farther. The feeling of her finger breeching the entranceto his anus nearly shoved him over the edge. Tugging her hair became anunconscious action as all his thoughts were centered on the extremepleasure/pain her hands and mouth were evoking in his body.

“Damn,”he hissed, when he felt her