inside Beck. She had shared what his body experienced as he brought
her to orgasm. She’d felt so connected to him in that moment. It was
an intimacy like nothing she’d felt before.
Meg floated down. She was suddenly aware that Beck had pulled
his fingers from her pussy and wrapped both arms around her. He
hugged her to his hard body. Meg, her entire being pleasantly
lethargic, decided this had to be the best wet dream ever. She let her
head rest against his shoulder. She had never in her life come so fast
and so hard. It was just a sweet dream, and she should hold on to it.
Any minute the alarm would go off, and she would have to face
another day at the Software 4 U store. Being Beck’s love slave was
much more interesting.
Beck kissed her one last time, his mouth playing sweetly against
hers. He seemed as satisfied as she was, though he couldn’t possibly
be. His hands played with her breasts for a moment, and she could
feel her own juice on her skin. He brought his right hand up to his
mouth and sucked his fingers in, licking her cream. He finally placed
an almost chaste kiss on the tip of her nose and stepped back.
“Aye, love, you’ll do.” With that, he started out the door.
Meg’s head came up, perfectly unimpressed with that bit of
wooing. She’d been utterly overwhelmed by what they had just
shared, and he said that to her? Damn it, even the men in her dreams
were unromantic. That sounded like the line from Babe.
“Seriously, that’s what I get? I’ll do? Screw you, Beck. Send in
the next guy. We’ll see if he can do better.” Meg decided the next guy
might be even hotter. He would be French or maybe Italian. She liked
Beck’s Irish accent, but she’d always loved Italy.
Beck turned around, and Meg found herself shrinking back again.
His gray eyes were as hard as stones, and his demeanor had changed
from lazy to menacing in a heartbeat. “What did you say, love?”