38. Megyn
CHAPTER 38
MEGYN
I picked up my phone and answered it, despite not recognizing the number. I wasn’t exactly sure why. Unknown numbers usually turned out to be from reporters trying to schedule more interviews. I had turned down every single opportunity, though I knew there were still photographers and such who took pictures of myself and Carter when we were out and about.
Something just seemed more important about this call.
“Hello?”
“This is Megyn Boulter?”
“Yes, speaking.”
“Ah, good. Ms. Boulter, I’m Duke Champion.”
What a name.
“What can I do for you, Mr. Champion?”
“I’m on the medical board for the Mount Sinai Children’s Hospital.”
My ears perked up. Mount Sinai was where I’d donated all the clothes and toys. “I hope nothing’s wrong with the things I sent over?”
“On the contrary. We’ve had an influx of donations since your spot on the Channel 13 News and we want to thank you for that.”
“Oh!” I exclaimed, delighted. “I’m so happy to hear that!”
“You’re going to be even happier in a moment. We at Mount Sinai would like to make an arrangement with you. We’d be honored if we could host some of your merchandise in our gift shops. We’d also like to extend a contract to you for more toys for the children. Paid, of course.”
My mind stopped worked for a moment. I stammered, “You want to… Pay me?”
“Yes. If you’re too busy at the moment with the opening of your store, we understand. This is open offer.”
I put my hand over my eyes, trying to hold back tears the man on the phone couldn’t see anyway. “I’m… so honored. I’m not too busy at all.”
“Fantastic,” Duke said. “We’d love to have you come in so we can discuss the arrangement further. You can just pop in at any time and tell anyone at an information desk who you are. We’ll find you from there.”
I stammered some more, this time not even managing to get a single word out.
Duke chuckled. “I’m excited to be working with you, too. Just come in whenever you can, okay?”
“Y-yes!”
“Thank you. See you soon, then. Take care, Ms. Boulter.”
Duke hung up. In that same second, the front door opened.
“Carter!” I screamed, and ran to him.
“Whoa there!” he said, catching me in his arms. “Hello to you too! Who were you talking to?”
In gushes and spurts of words, I told him all about the call. I bounced on my feet the whole time like a little girl, just completely unable to hold in my excitement.
Carter listened with his jaw dropping wider and wider until I had reached the ecstatic conclusion. He swept me up and spun me around, then set me down on my feet again. He pressed his lips to mine, kissing me long and deep. “Look at you, honey! You’re so talented. Congratulations!”
I bounced against him, my breasts pushing on his chest. I felt him starting to get an erection, his bulge pushing hotly on my thigh. “I can’t wait! I have to start sewing!”
“You’ll want to know what they need you to make first,” he said, laughing.
I held onto him tight. “I have to start sewing anyway so I can stock my store!”
Carter laughed some more and pressed kisses all over my face, making my heartbeat pick up. Tingles raced through my veins. “It’s a shame that we didn’t meet sooner. You could have been living this dream so much sooner.”
I smiled from how sweet he was. “I think we met exactly when we were supposed to.”
“So do I. It’s only for your happiness that I wish things could have been a bit different.”
“What about your happiness?” I asked.
Carter rubbed his hard manhood on my leg. “Can’t you feel how happy I am?”
I giggled and reached down between us to take him into my hand. “How long can you stay?” This was only his lunch break, after all.
Carter started unbuttoning his shirt. “As long as we need, Megyn.”
No way was I going to miss out on this opportunity.
I kissed his warm lips and undid the front of his pants, and reached in to get a better grip on his manhood. Already huge and hard, he hardened even more at my touch. Carter groaned and pushed himself into my hand.
“Come with me,” I whispered to his lips, and led him by his erection to my sewing room. Once an unused bedroom, it was now home to all my sewing supplies and projects finished and half-done. Carter had bought me a new sewing machine and organizers, and a comfortable desk at which to work. And he had also purchased a very tacky, but cute and soft rug, designed to look like arts and craft supplies.
It was to that rug which I led him.
Carter pushed the door shut behind him using his foot. “So, this is where the magic happens?”
“In more ways than one,” I said.
He grinned and shed the rest of his clothes, standing before me gloriously nude with all the soft curves and ripples of his muscles on display. His erection jutted out from between his thighs like the needle of a compass, sure to guide me right where I belonged.
I pulled my dress up and over my head, revealing a surprise: no panties. Even before the phone call with Duke Champion got me all worked up, I’d wanted to have sex with Carter when he got home.
Carter pulled in a deep breath when he saw his surprise, my wetness bared for him. “Damn, I should start coming home for lunch more often.”
I giggled and lowered down to the rug, spreading my knees to keep his prize in view. “Come get me.”
“Oh, I’ll come alright,” he growled. He dropped onto his hands and knees and came for me, growling like a tiger. I shrieked with laughter as he crawled over me, rubbing his rough beard over my body. His lips found mine and we kissed, our mouths melding. His tongue flickered into my mouth. I met his with mine and we played together between us, our tongues sliding over each other.
I skimmed my nails down Carter’s back to his waist and dug them in, holding on tight. My body begged for his. I raised my butt up off the mattress, searching for him.
Carter kissed me harder, nudging his hips forward to brush my ready slit with his manhood. I gasped at how good it felt, his rigidness gliding through my lips, spreading me. I moaned his name and pulled harder at him.
Carter settled his body down on mine, letting me feel his weight. I relaxed underneath him, enjoying his heaviness, the feeling of being owned by him. “I love you,” I breathed.
“I love you, Megyn,” he said. He moved against me, the tip of his organ sliding in and out of me, a tease. I pressed for more, but he held back, smiling down at me. His bright green eyes were hooded, hazy with lust for me, lust I had inspired in him that no one else could. “Are you ready?”
“I’ve always been ready.”
Carter chuckled and moved against me again, his shaft sliding deeper into me, spreading me, filling me. I wriggled and sank deeper onto him, smiling at how good it was to have my depths stretched by him. I could feel every inch of him so acutely, so intimately.
Our bodies met, fully entwined.
“I love you,” Carter said again, and then he took me, thrusting slowly in and out.
I met his pace, thrusting to meet him. We found our rhythm and chased orgasm together, steadily, never rushing, simply enjoying the ecstasy that we built. Time blurred, went indistinct. Heat flowed through my body, overtaking me. I arched my back and cried out for him, holding his body tight to mine.
“Carter! Carter! I’m coming!”
“Megyn,” he growled, and buried his face in my neck while his body shook over mine.
And for a short, blindingly euphoric time, we were one.