30. Megyn
CHAPTER 30
MEGYN
I opened my eyes and, unlike the last time I had awoken in his bed, I felt amazing, absolutely devoid of doubts. There was, after all, nothing left to ponder about or worry over. Carter was buying my house, turning it into a sewing shop so I could live out my dreams—while chasing this new dream with him.
Nothing could go wrong.
I scooted closer to his naked body, making note of his erection tenting the sheets. I remembered our wild, passionate sex the night before and throbbed between my legs. He had been so skilled with his tongue, finding and stroking parts of me that I hadn’t even known existed.
A little flushed, my sensitive flower tingling, I slid my arm around his waist. His hot erection pressed on the back of my arm. My heartbeat picked up.
Do men like to be woken up with sex?
I slid my hand over his stomach and down from there, trailing my fingers down the trail o curly sparse hairs. Glancing up at him, I saw him smile, though his eyes stayed shut.
I grew braver and curled my fingers around his shaft. His skin was so soft, stretched over such a hard organ. Faint vertical ridges of vein led up to his head. I explored the path of one with one finger, working higher and higher.
Carter caught my hand and pulled it out from under the covers. He kissed my fingers and grinned at me over my knuckles. “Now I know why I was having such pleasant dreams.”
I giggled, pleased with myself. It really felt like I could do anything with him. “Maybe you should close your eyes again if you want more…”
He laughed and set my hand on his chest. “I’d rather be fully aware so I can enjoy it with you.”
I blushed, but happily accepted that. We’d do it again. I could wait. A little bit, anyway.
Carter wrapped his arm around my shoulders and kissed me. He had a bit of morning breath, but I didn’t mind that, either. Reality was so much better than any fantasy ever could be. I would gladly take the morning breath and musky scent of sex over a rosy, sugar-coated daydream.
Carter sighed a little against me. I tipped my head back to look up at him. “What’s on your mind?”
He made a soft, almost aggravated sound in the back of his throat. “I’m just thinking about the elephant in the room.”
I looked around, frowning, and then realized what he meant. “Oh.”
He chuckled and kissed my forehead. “You’re so cute.”
I smiled for him, though now I also was thinking about the undiscussed elephant loomed over both of us. “Wait until the reporters figure out my house is sold—to you—and I’ve moved in with you.”
Carter hugged me closer to him. “I know the publicity thing is a major deal-breaker for you.”
I closed my eyes and slid closer to him. “I just want to live my life without having to obsess and stress over what people think of me.”
He laughed softly and stroked my shoulder. “Megyn, honey, you are pretty much the only person I know who could be in the spotlight and not have a single flaw to point out. But I do understand. Being a public figure isn’t easy. I’m lucky I get as little attention as I do. I think it’s because I’m much less problematic than a lot of other billionaires.”
I tucked my head to his and clung to him tightly. “Will it blow over soon?”
“It’ll blow over,” he murmured, “eventually. The truth is that the more we try to avoid the whole thing, the greedier people are going to get. They’ll try to get anything they can out of us.”
“What can we do?” I almost cried. “Carter, I don’t want this part of my life to be tainted by all this.”
“Shh,” he soothed, rubbing my back. “Don’t worry. I have a plan. I was going to talk about it yesterday, but we got a little bit distracted.”
Distracted was a bit of an understatement. After we’d had sex, we’d dressed again and gone out to the balcony, where Antonio discovered us. He then prepared a huge five-course meal that lasted hours, topping it all off with champagne and cake for dessert. After a meal like that, the only thing to do was sleep.
“What’s your plan?” I asked, hoping it was a good one.
“I think we should bite the bullet and agree to do an interview.”
I blanched at the very thought of it. “No. No way. Absolutely not. Why would I encourage that? I want them to butt out of our lives, not get even more involved!”
“I know. It seems counterintuitive. But do you remember what I said the other night, when I helped you clean your house?” Carter cuddled me to his chest and rubbed his lips on my cheek. “I talked about how you could use this as publicity. It was a joke, but I think we really can use it to our advantage.”
“How?”
“Let’s give them what they want. Let’s use it to our advantage. We’ll set up the interview and show up dressed in our Halloween costumes, as the prince and princess they want us to be. We can casually slip in a mention of how you’re going to turn your house into a sewing shop and get publicity for you.” His voice gathered strength and conviction as he spoke. “We’ll turn the public eye from us to what we’re doing.”
Suddenly, it all made so much sense. I lifted my head and looked up at him, and he looked down at me with a smile, like he already knew what I was going to say.
“That’s what you already do, isn’t it?” I whispered.
“Damn right.” His voice was rough, almost gravelly, rumbling in his chest. “If I’m going to be watched, I’d rather people watch my actions. I’d rather they discuss what I do for the world than talking about my outfits and scandals.”
I sat up and put my hand on his chest, an idea popping into my mind. “Remember how I was going to maybe donate my stuff to a children’s hospital?”
He clasped my hand and kissed the back of it, nodding.
“I’ll talk about that. It’ll show what I can do, but it’ll also give publicity to the hospital and encourage people to do the same.”
Carter smiled and sat up with me. “That’s a genius idea, if it’s what you want to do.”
“Of course, it is.” I smiled back at him, my heart skipping beats in my chest. “I struggled before with trying to figure out what to do, if I wanted to donate or keep everything for my shop. Reality versus my dreams. Now I can have both. I would love for kids in need to have what I make, and then I can make more for the shop! And I can continue to donate!”
Carter leaned over and kissed me. “You are amazing, Megyn.”
I kissed him back and fluttered my eyelashes. “Do I get a reward for going along with your scheme?”
“Sure!” he laughed. “Have anything in particular in mind? Ice cream with waffles for breakfast?”
“As good as that sounds, I had something a little different in mind.” I moved the covers out of the way and took hold of Carter’s manhood again, wrapping my hand around his shaft.
His eyes went wide and then narrowed. “Tenacious, aren’t you?”
I slid my hand up and down his stiffening shaft and smiled shyly. “I’m learning from you.”
He laughed and rolled us over, crouching over me. His lips found mine and we kissed, and then made excellent use of our bed until it was time for breakfast.