Four Shades of Recovery: Boxed Set (11 page)

“I think you should quit calling Megan on her phone as Kingsfield might be tracing it…Yeah. He tracked her to work and home. It’s lucky for both of you that Kim and I walked in when we did.” They confer for several minutes then Ron gives me his phone.

“Megan, baby,” Matt exhales then goes into his command mode, “you need to pack a few things since you’ll live with me for the time being. Here’s the plan for giving the slip to Kingsfield this evening…”

I’m more than happy to cooperate with whatever Matt requests. Michael Kingsfield likely has a tail on me but won’t have organized his resources in Portland as efficiently as Matt’s well-oiled security team. What would I do without the resources of my beautiful CEO and control freak?

“Matt, please accept my apology for making your life so complicated. This baggage from the past surprises me beyond all my expectations. Thank you, baby!” I sob with tears in my eyes.   

“Let’s just get you safely to my place and into my arms for safety, Megan. We’ll send this dude back to Georgia in a fruit crate.”

I click off and start putting his plan into action.

MEGAN’S POV

I’m wearing blond hair extensions and one of Kim’s favorite hats. Her jacket feels a bit large but the jeans are mine. Ron carries my work clothes, shoes and toiletries in his sports duffel. We leave the condo from the front. He snuggles me in his arms as he would with Kim. We head to his car and drive away slowly. I hope Michael or his tail thinks that I’m Kim.

Instead of heading directly to Matt’s place, Ron drives us to the parking structure next door. This parking area is linked to another high-rise development. He drives up to the mid-level and parks near several other vehicles. No other car enters or leaves the location.

I slide down to the floor of the car, open the duffel bag and take off the hair and hat. I put on my jacket and a scarf for my head. I change into a skirt and then put my things into a paper bag that was folded within the larger sports bag.

I get out of the car alone and slip out of the parking garage. I cross over to Matt’s condo while slumping a bit and walking casually with what appears to be a bag of groceries. I buzz the service entrance and Jared Rush meets me at the door. Within moments, I’ve entered Matt’s penthouse. Matt greets me with a kiss.

He calls Ron once I am safely ensconced at Matt’s place.

“She’s arrived without any incidents,” Matt reports.

“I don’t think we were followed but I’m waiting within the parking structure for fifteen minutes to throw off anyone outside. I’ll head to my own place for the evening.”

“Good job, Ron. I owe you!” Matt states with gratitude. Then he turns to me with consternation.

“Megan, why in the world would Michael Kingsfield be stalking you? How did you bewitch him?” He’s beside himself with jealousy. I need to nip things in the bud so I state the obvious immediately.

“I didn’t sleep with Michael, ever. He never even got beyond kissing and petting me.”

“Why has he shown up in Portland then?” Matt asks the question in a sarcastic manner.

“At this point, however, I think he’s gone off the deep end. I guess he thinks I’m going to take the role of his deceased wife. Apparently, he’s trying to convince me that I’ll want him.”   

“OK, so you didn’t sleep with him. That. Is. Good.” His eyes look relieved. ”But, why did you even want to date him?” Matt appears more than frustrated with the situation.

“Abby thought it would help our business. In retrospect, dating him was a mistake. He did give us a lot of marketing support after he met me. There’s no doubt that the ad campaign gave our condo project a boost.”

“Oh, Megan. You let money issues dictate your social life?” His hands are running through my hair now.

I try to explain the complex set of issues that influenced my decision to see Michael. “Matt, if it were just me alone I would never do that! However, real estate is Abby’s lifeblood. She can’t afford to offend major players like Kingsfield. I wanted to please her, to get her approval and I also wanted Kingsfield’s support in the real estate field.” I tell him to account for my actions.

“Your mother manipulated you, Megan. She also played with Michael Kingsfield’s emotions. She should know better than that.” Matt frets and paces as he works through the schema in his mind.

“I need your help, Matt,” I beg.

“I guess I don’t have much choice in the matter. You’re being stalked by some misguided middle aged fool. He’s got a lot of resources at his disposal and he wants what’s mine.”

I run to Matt and put my arms around his neck. He sighs and looks deeply into my eyes. His hazel orbs smolder. “You return to me but bring a lot of baggage, Megan.”

I blink my eyes at him with relief. “At least I’m not boring. Also, I really want you, Matt. Michael Kingsfield may be wealthy and talented but he leaves me cold. The thought of his hands on me nauseates me.”

“The thought of Kingsfield’s hands, anywhere, on your gorgeous body more than nauseates me. It makes me want to erupt. Don’t even go there,” Matt fumes. I need to distract him.

“What should I do about my job? He knows where I work, also.”

“Why don’t you text or email your editor and ask to work on the columns from a remote location?” Matt suggests then leaves me to the task and heads toward his study.

“Yeah, that’s a good idea. I’ll need to surface, in person, at some point but a few days without personal contact should be alright.” I get my IPad and begin the process of making the request, immediately. My female boss, Rene, replies within moments and even sends me several docs to edit in the next day or so. She’s such a workaholic!

I beam with accomplishment when I’ve implemented Matt’s idea. I then walk to his study. He looks up as I enter and beckons me to him. “I think I deserve a reward for saving your ass, Ms. Pine.”

“You most certainly deserve a reward, Matt.” I give him a wink and wiggle my way to stand before him. “Let’s see…what would be a good exchange for your protection?” I narrow my eyes at him and then sink to my knees. His eyes dance with excitement and he arches his brows when he regards my position.

I touch the fly of his pants with my left hand and gloat when I find that he’s quite firm already. My fingers begin to tug at the buckle of his leather belt. I slowly undo the clasp and slide it out of the loops of his trousers. He’s breathing deeply and watching my adept hands with a wicked smile on his gorgeous face. His hands drop to the sides of his body and rest on the seat of his chair as he relaxes against its back.

My fingers quickly make their way to the button at the waist of his pants. I slip the black plastic attachment from its hole and then touch the pull of his zipper. He looks down at my work with wonder. He makes no attempt to distract me. I know how much this means to both of us. We’re reconnecting at a level that carries so much weight in our relationship. I’m drawn to his body on a primal level. Michael could never begin to compete with Matt in terms of sexual desire.

I concentrate on pulling his zipper all the way down to its root. Then I tug a bit on the waist of his pants. Matt lifts his hips to assist me and then shimmies his pants around and then off of his tight, muscular ass. I pull his trousers all the way down his legs to the floor. When his pants puddle around his ankles, he lifts his long, slender, feet. Then I remove his designer pants along with his socks and shoes. I push his clothing to the side of his desk. What perfect legs and feet he possesses. I marvel at how much his body stimulates me. Why did I ever leave this wonderful man?

I take a moment to gaze at the man who sits above me. He’s saved me from a middle aged, deluded stalker and he loves me. Matt’s staring back at me with a tender look of love and desire. My desire increases as my eyes settle on his blue boxers. There’s quite a bulge lifting the silk fabric at this moment. I smile sweetly into his face and then run my fingers gently up the skin of his legs and firm thighs.

“You don’t know how wonderful that feels, Megan,” he gushes while his hazel eyes fill with satisfaction. He’s breathing deeply as he watches my actions. A carnal expression crosses his defined facial features as his head drops back on the back of his chair. I want and need to reward my lovesick, gorgeous savior.  I’ve caused him so much heartache.

My right hand cups and squeezes the bulge in his boxers while my left hand massages his hip. Finally, I ease my hand inside the opening of his underwear and wrap my eager fingers around his appendage. It’s thick and stiff. I’m always impressed with how much meat his boxers contain. We look into one another’s eyes with trust and desire.

He releases a long breath as I hold and then release him with some force. Next, I grasp his fullness and move my hand up and down his organ while slowly increasing my motion. I notice his expanding response to my exertions and decide to remove the only thing left hiding his highly prized possession. When I tug on the elastic waist of the lovely blue boxers, he helps by slipping his fingers under the elastic and pushing them off. His member springs free of his cover with an impressive display of man in an instant. Wow!

I stare up at his face with a loving expression and then pull my sweater off. I’m kneeling between his legs at his desk wearing my designer bra. I slowly remove my bra and let my breasts touch his legs and the seat of his chair. He looks at himself and my breasts with a lascivious gleam in his eyes. Matt’s hands find their way to my nipples and massage them gently. I breathe deeply. His amazing hazel eyes are now round and black.

After a few minutes, I push his hands from my breasts and to the seat of his chair. I steady myself and place one of my hands on each of his thighs. My head and mouth move toward his toy with purpose. I open my mouth wide and stretch my tongue out to lick. As my tongue makes contact with his engorged flesh, he moans with an audible cry of ecstasy and pleasure. I’m pleased that my efforts are driving him to the edge of sanity. I feel potent and sexy. I think I’m in love with Matt.

My lips wrap softly around the tip of his equipment. I pull my lips over my teeth and suck off the moisture that has already been secreted. Matt’s hips flex as he extends himself further into my mouth. I revel in the power I possess to satisfy him. I continue to flick and stimulate his tool while he writhes with pleasure. His hands now ball into fists.

I continue my oral pattern for several minutes while he makes whimpering sounds. He’s moving about on his chair now. I decide to change my technique somewhat. Matt’s moans and flexing grow even more dramatic when I pause a bit from my pattern. Then I suck him as hard as I can by hollowing out my cheeks. Finally, I draw him to the back of my throat with a gentle push forward. That move pushes him over the edge and into a full-blown orgasm.

“Oh…Megan…I love you!” Matt howls at his release. His fluid spurts into my mouth as his spasm takes over. He tastes delicious. I swallow as much of his juice as I can. Then I open my lips and release him. I clean up the residue of his spill with a tissue and see that he’s nearly limp before me. He’s really come apart. He moves his hands into my hair and gently cups my head. I’m quite pleased with the way I’ve rewarded him.

I look at Matt with pride and satisfaction. “Is that a suitable reward for your efforts this evening, baby?” I ask with sarcasm.

“Hell, Megan, that was one the best blow jobs ever! You might get a diamond for that performance,” he crows.

“Really? I’d settle for less than that. If you can help me ditch Mr. Kingsfield, I’d be thrilled.”

“Mr. Kingsfield will never touch you again,” he vows. “You’re Mine.”

“That sounds good to me!”

“I’m thrilled that we’re living together again. That’s all due to Michael Kingsfield. Maybe we should thank him for that,” Matt jokes.