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Grabbing her hips, I keep her still as I thrust into her with one stroke. It knocks Megan forward a little, and she pushes up on her hands, pushing back against me. The feel of her pussy around my cock makes me a little lightheaded, and I look down to see myself sliding in and out of her tight heat.
Our fucking is most animalistic, the sound of our bodies slapping together just as arousing as the feel of her clutching onto my cock as I bury myself inside her each time. Megan reaches back for me, and I haul her onto her knees, her back against my chest. Cupping her breast with one hand, I reach between her legs and find her clit.
Megan’s body stiffens, and I hear that she’s stopped breathing. Then she starts shuddering, her orgasm taking over, and she begins to gasp for air. I adjust my stance, and her fingers dig into my arm, her pussy squeezing me enough for me to see stars. My own orgasm rockets up to the surface, and I feel my release, buried deep inside her.
The room is spinning a little, and I pitch forward onto the bed. Megan pulls away from me and turns around before I come down on her, putting her arms around me with my head against her breasts. I can hear her heart pounding through her chest, racing at a furious pace. She strokes my hair as we get our breath back.
“Well,” Megan finally speaks, still sounding like she is gasping for air, “that is one way to incentivize me.”
“Has it worked?” I lift my head to look at her. “Are you swayed to answer my question?”
Megan smiles, and she brushes her fingers across my cheek. “If you keep fucking me like that, I’m sure I can be very easily swayed.”
I groan. She drives a hard bargain, but the thought of making love to her again has my cock hardening again. I shift up and kiss her.
“Give me a moment to get my breath back, and I’ll see what I can do.”
Chapter 14
Megan – three weeks later
Ilookroundtheballroom and make sure that everything has been dealt with. The vendors know what they’re doing, and they’re not needing any micromanaging. The room where the ceremony is happening is already set up and waiting, and the bartenders have things fully stocked. All that is needed to finish are the flowers, and they’re on the way.
I’m glad that the flowers are the final things needed for this damn wedding. I don’t want to be here longer than I have to, and I’m relieved that I managed to find the most agreeable people in the wedding industry. Once I explained the situation, they were more than willing to happen.
It’s a shame that I must stay until the reception is over. If it weren’t for the damn contract, I have drawn up between myself and Anna, I would’ve left as soon as the wedding started. But she wanted me to stay for the whole thing, and while I got my full payment before I started, Anna wanted a clause that if I leave or neglect part of my job, I have to give them a refund.
I was never going to not do my job as assigned—that is just not my character. At least Joel has kept her in check. I know Anna has tried to say that I haven’t done my job as contracted since she accused me of trying to take Eric back, but it hasn’t worked. He’ll make sure that they don’t do anything stupid.
I can’t help but smile as I think about Joel. I don’t know how to label him. Boyfriend? Partner? Lover? I’m not sure, but all of them make me feel happy. There is a part of me that is a little worried that I’m going to have dating my boss blow up in my face, but I’m still in the afterglow of our last lovemaking session to care too much.
And that seems to be a lot. Joel is just insatiable, although I’m not going to argue.
He’s made things so much better in the last three weeks. With the wedding upon us, and Anna and Eric deciding to ignore what we agreed to before I took on this stupid job of wedding planner, I needed someone at my side to distract me. Joel has pointed out that I should back out now because they’ve ignored what I wanted, but it’s so close that I might as well see it through.
Mostly to make sure the two idiots get married and I can safely tell them to get out of my life. Maybe I can make it a spectacle if Anna tries something.
As I’m turning to head toward the kitchen, I see Anna berating her maid of honor Clara. Her university friend is sitting on a bar stool and leaning on the bar with a grimace. She looks like she’s going to be sick, and Anna doesn’t appear to be sympathetic. Then I notice that Anna is still in yoga pants and sports bra. She hasn’t done anything to get ready, and the ceremony is in a few hours.
As much as I want to avoid Anna if I can, I cross the room and regard her coolly. “Is there something wrong, Anna? Aren’t you supposed to be getting ready?”
Anna swung around on me, her eyes flashing. “Buzz off, homewrecker,” she hisses at me. “I’m not talking to you.”
“You have a strict schedule, don’t you? And I know that you like sticking to it.” I don’t blink as she glowers at me. “Maybe you should go back to your dressing room and get ready. I’ll help Clara with what she needs and bring her through when she’s ready.”
“But…”
“You don’t want to upset your father by being late, do you? You know what he’s like with tardiness.”
Anna looks like she’s going to argue, but instead she huffs and stomps away. I’m surprised that she can do that when she’s only got bare feet. As she disappears, I turn to Clara.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” Clara shifts awkwardly on the stool. “I just wanted some water, but the only drinks they had were alcoholic, and I couldn’t drink any of that.”
“Anna got upset with you because you weren’t drinking?” I ask, hardly believing the new low Anna’s reached.
Clara shrugs, looking pretty down about it. “Apparently, I’m the only one who isn’t chugging back the champagne, and she wants everyone to enjoy themselves.”
