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

to her hot core. All rational thought andyears of practiced patience left him as he took her at her word. He entered herin one strong thrust, stopping for only a moment to enjoy how tightly sheclutched his cock in her small body and how tightly her arms held his chest toher own.

“Holymother,” she breathed into his ear as she came and he smiled at what wasquickly becoming his favorite of her delightful expressions.

Unwillingand unable to hold back his own desires, he gave her exactly what she asked foras he moved in and out her body. Hard and fast.Somewhere in the back of his mind, he wondered if his movements weren’t almostbrutal, but Meg’s cries of desire and her fingernails digging into his backurged him on. Never, never had he wanted a woman like hewanted this little teacher.

Robhad slept with movie stars, powerful business women, hell, even a princess. Yetsomehow, this tiny woman stirred things inside him he’d never realized had laindormant until she awoke them. On and on, he pounded inside her, vaguelyregistering as she climaxed twice more, her pussy muscles clenching him like avise, her screams of ecstasy driving him on—he was the horse, her voice thewhip. When he sensed she was approaching the cliff again, he prepared to jumpwith her. As their combined orgasms swept through them, only one thoughtpermeated Rob’s mindless bliss. One weekend would never be enough.

Itwas several minutes later before Meg realized the knocking she heard wasn’tthat of her heart pounding in her chest, but the door to the suite.

“That’llbe dinner,” he said softly. “Why don’t you grab a quick shower while I set itup?” He kissed her lightly on the cheek before attempting to move back down toher gorgeous breasts for another taste.

Shelaughed and pushed him away. “Food—now. I’m starving.I won’t be a minute. Promise.”

Twentyminutes later, Meg walked back out into the living room area of the suitefeeling like a new woman. The clothing she’d borrowed from Rob hung loosely onher hourglass frame and she actually felt tiny for once in her life. Hergrandma used to tell her she was a healthy girl with meat on her bones and shehad long ago gotten used to the fact that she was never going to wearsingle-digit sized clothing.

“Well,”Rob’s pleasant voice said. “Don’t you look cute.”

“Ugh,”she groaned. “Cute is for puppies and babies.”

“Sorry,but fact is you look very cute right now.” He laughed ruffling his hand throughher freshly combed curls.

Shesmacked his hand away. “I just fixed that. The only time I can get a combthrough these damn curls is when they’re wet.”

“Ilove your curls.” Rob wrapped one around his finger as if to prove it. “Part ofwhat makes you so cute.”

“Oh,you’re a regular comedian.”

Grinning,Rob gestured toward the table by the big windows. Outside the rain was stillfalling, although it seemed to be weakening in intensity. Of course, that wasprobably just wishful thinking on her part.

“Still hungry?”

“Ravenous.”She looked at the huge array of food. “My God, you’ve ordered enough for anarmy.”

“Yep,”Rob said. “I figured you’d need a little help keeping those sweatpants up. Tinyas you are.”

“Ha ha. If I eat all this, I’ll never fitinto the new clothes in my suitcase I starved myself for months to buy. What isthat?” She gestured to a small bowl on the table.

“Beluga caviar.”

Megwrinkled her nose. “Fish eggs?”

“Haveyou ever tried it?”

“No,they don’t usually serve that in the school cafeteria.”

“Well,you shouldn’t knock it until you’ve tried it,” he said. “It really isexquisite.”

“Idon’t suppose you’d let me take your word for it?”

“Absolutely not.” He picked up a cracker and placed alarge dollop on top. “This is my favorite treat. Here.”

Hepresented the cracker to her. She started to reach for it, but Rob shook hishead, placing it at her lips, determined to feed it to her. “Open up.”

Sheopened her mouth accepting the cracker. Chewing slowly, she decided the tastewasn’t as bad as she might have expected.

“Well?”

“It’spretty good,” she finally admitted, “although I don’t think it’s going to knockKC Masterpiece potato chips off the list as my favorite snack.”

“Ata hundred and fifty dollars an ounce, you are probably wise to stick with thechips.”

“How much?”

Robwas obviously taken aback by her dismay. “A hundred and fiftydollars.”

“Howmuch did I just eat?” She felt sick to her stomach at the thought.

“Anounce?” he guessed.

Slappinga hand across her mouth, she shook her head.

“Areyou okay?”

“Ican’t believe you let me eat that much caviar. You should have warned me,” shechastised him. “I would have chewed longer. Hell, I wouldn’t have eaten somuch. My God! Do you know what you can do with a hundred and fifty dollars?”

Robtried to stifle the humor her comments triggered, but the laughter won out.“Chewed longer?”

Megrose from the table. “And you! You should be ashamed of yourself. Your companyis nice enough to give you a free place to stay and to pay for all your mealsand you take advantage of that. If I was your boss, I’d take that money out ofyour unappreciative hide.”

Shakinghis head at her impassioned words, he stopped laughing and considered her pointof view. From her perspective, he certainly did look like a greedy employee.For a brief moment, he considered confessing his true identity, but he wonderedif that would make any difference to her. For his entire life, he’d lived alifestyle most people could only dream about. He was born to an affluent familyand during his adulthood, he’d worked hard to increase his own personal wealth.He’d earned his first million by twenty-one and over the past decade, he’dcontinued to climb the ladder of success.

Nodoubt his upbringing and standard of living had blinded him to the travails ofthe middle class people who worked hard to chisel out an existence. He felthumbled by her words. For him, eating hundreds of dollars worth of caviar in asingle sitting meant nothing, but to Meg, such extravagance seemed greedy andwasteful.

“I’msorry to upset you. I thought you knew how expensive good Beluga caviar was. Ishould have warned you of the cost and let you make the decision.” He wasamazed to hear himself apologizing. Rob Madison was not a man to apologize