Taming Megan (4 page)

“Ah.” He wiped it off. “Is Anna in the back?”

“Sure is, in the office.”

He put a twenty-dollar bill on the counter and walked back. “Keep the change, Angie.”

“Wow, thanks Mr. Roark!”

“You must be putting in double time at the gym to eat so many cupcakes and still look like that,” Anna said, standing to greet him as Jake finished his cake and threw the wrapper into the trash can.

Jake gave the older woman a small hug. “Hey lady. You keeping an eye on my girl?” he asked, teasing but not really. He trusted Anna to keep Megan from getting herself into trouble. She had a talent for finding it on her own pretty easily.

“Apparently not well enough. I heard what happened after I left the restaurant the other night.” She sat back down, looking at her computer screen.

Jake came around behind her, eyeing the spreadsheet. “I don’t know what it’s going to take for her to figure out Josie is not her friend.”

“They go way back, give her time. Pretty soon she’ll be busy with other things,” she said, grinning. “Between baking cupcakes and making babies, I imagine she won’t have much time for the likes of Josie.”

Jake smiled. He and Megan had started talking about a family but they hadn’t officially started trying just yet. They both wanted them and neither wanted to wait long, but he wanted to have this deal in place first, get one good project for the firm, then he’d be ready to devote all his attention to making those babies. It was something he was definitely looking forward to.

“What’s going on here,” he asked, taking a closer look at the columns.

“The last few months haven’t been our strongest,” Anna said. “I’m hoping with the holidays coming up soon, business will pick up.”

He took over the mouse and scrolled down the rows and across the columns. “That’s not looking so good, Anna,” he said, taking a few minutes to study the spreadsheet. Megan wanted to keep the bakery for herself. Aside from his co-signing her loan, she didn’t want Jake’s financial help and he respected that. But the way these numbers were looking, there wasn’t going to be a bakery to worry about pretty soon. He leaned back against the desk and folded his arms across his chest. “Why haven’t you told me it was this bad?” he asked.

“There’s one more thing,” Anna said, her gaze guilty as she opened a desk drawer and retrieved an envelope.

Jake took it, pulled the letter out and read it.

“You’ve been short on the rent the two months prior to last and this month didn’t pay it at all?”

“You know Megan wants to do this on her own. She doesn’t want you to bail her out.”

“I wouldn’t be bailing her out. This bakery is as much an investment for me as it is a living for you. You two have done a good job with it, I’d hate for you to lose it and I’d hate for me to lose my investment, not to mention my credit.”

Anna made some noise, shaking her head. “Jake…”

“And this isn’t just about Megan. You’ve got a family to support, a mortgage to pay. We’re employing Angie out there. And what the hell would I do if my favorite cupcake bakery went out of business?”

He knew from her expression that she was more worried than she had let on. His finding out was probably a relief to her.

“I’ll drop a check at the property management office on my way home,” he said, tucking the letter into his pocket. “Don’t mention anything to Megan. I’ll talk to her after the party. We both have our plates full.”

“She’s going to be mad when she finds out I told you.”

“I’m due a report from the bank next week. I’ll wait to approach her then and we’ll get this taken care of.”

“Ok, Jake. Just give me some warning when you talk to her, will you?”

His smile widened, “I will.” He checked his watch. “Where are the supplies Megan needed? I’d better get them to her.”

“Sure. Come on, I’ll walk you out,” she said.

* * *

Megan hung up the phone and rushed upstairs. Jake was on his way home, his last appointment had cancelled on him and he had already dropped by the bakery to pick up the supplies she needed. He was under a lot of pressure and he had sounded worried about this cancellation. Well, she knew of one way to relieve stress. She stripped off her dirty clothes, tossed them into the laundry hamper and quickly jumped into the shower. It was a quick shower, just long enough to shampoo the smell of food from her hair and shave her legs. Once out, she dried off and squeezed the extra moisture from her hair. She looked at the length of it. It reached to the middle of her back and when pulled straight, down to her butt, but the curls were so tight, all she could ever do with it most days was clip it out of the way and ignore it. Today, she squeezed a generous dollop of argan oil onto her hands and worked her fingers through the ringlets, arranging the mass of it off her shoulders. She then picked up the new apron she had bought. It was a very pretty coral and white with cute little floral patterns along the ruffled edges. It covered the front of her to the very tops of her thighs and left her bottom exposed when she tied the thick ribbon at her low back. She turned around to look at herself and smiled. He’d have quite the view when he walked into the kitchen.

At that, she checked the time. He would be here in less than ten minutes. She slipped on her high-heeled black patent leather sandals and went back to the kitchen to wait for him. All of the prep work she needed to do today was done and she needed the supplies he was bringing to finish one of the desserts she was working on.

When the garage door opened, she positioned herself at the sink. She turned on the tap and began to wash a pan, leaning over the sink just a little so that her bottom would be the first thing he saw when he walked inside.

Her heart beat fast as she heard the car door close, her stomach in knots. She’d never done anything like this before and didn’t want to make a fool of herself.

The door opened. There was a pause, then a: “Wow.”

She smiled, a blush reddening her cheeks as she turned to look at him over her shoulder. He stood there, the door still open, the bag of supplies she had asked for in his arms.

“I didn’t have time to get dressed,” she teased.

Without a word, he set the bag down on the table, tossed his jacket over the back of a chair and approached. His hands were on her ass instantly, squeezing and kneading as he pressed his body to her back, his cock hard against her.

“You should greet me like this every day.”

She giggled nervously, realizing she was still trying to wash a pan when he reached around to shut off the water and take her hands. He turned her to face him and his mouth closed over hers while she fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, unable to get them undone fast enough. He kissed her hard, one hand at the back of her head, holding her to him. When she had managed to get the top buttons undone, he pulled back to take the shirt off over his head. She loved his chest, his shoulders and arms. He was pure lean muscle. She reached to kiss his neck, her hands at his belt, unbuckling it. For one moment she remembered her punishment from the other night, wondered what the leather of his belt would feel like against her ass. Her pussy throbbed at the thought even as her bottom clenched.

She kissed his chest as she unbuttoned his pants, one of his hands on her ass, the other teasing a nipple as she slowly made her way down to her knees, kissing his belly, taking his pants and underwear down as she went. Once she knelt before him, his hands twined in her hair and tugged just a little, forcing her to look at up him. She met his eyes which had darkened with arousal.

He pulled a chair out and sat at the edge of it, pulling her with him by her hair so she was on all fours between his knees.

“Legs wider,” he said.

This was new, and his words had the same effect as his fingers did on her clit. She did as he said, her thighs damp from arousal.

“Good girl. Now open your mouth.”

She swallowed, licked her lips and opened for him, allowing him to guide her by her hair over his cock. It wasn’t a hard grip, and the tension of him holding her like that, of her being on her hands and knees, her legs spread wide, her lips wrapped around his cock, turned her insides to mush and all she could think was that she wanted to please him, she wanted to do everything in this moment to please him.

“You’re going to learn to take my cock into your throat, Megan.”

She only made a sound, unable to speak as he tugged on her hair, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth. He worked slowly, moving her along his shaft, the taste of him salty sweet on her tongue. She began to suck harder as his movements came a little faster, keeping the suction on his cock when he slowed down.

“Ass up, baby. Hollow out your back so I have something nice to look at.”

She did, all the while sucking his cock, tasting him. She always loved that part, that first little taste, but when he’d come in her mouth before, she had not been able to swallow it. She wanted to though and today, she would. She would take what he would give her.

“Relax your throat, Megan,” he said when he pushed deeper and she gagged, her hands coming to his thighs to push back. “No, hands down. Now,” he said, his hand coming to smack her outer hip.

She put her hands back on the floor and he carried on fucking her mouth. He rose back up to his feet slowly, never letting go of her hair as he moved faster, her eyes tearing as he pushed into her, her hands on his thighs when he gripped her hair harder and held her still. He made a sound and slowed, pulling her to him as she felt the slow throb of his cock and the first release of his warm seed spilled down her throat, filling her mouth as he pumped more and more so that she couldn’t keep up.

After a moment, he opened his eyes and smiled down at her, sliding his cock out of her mouth and lifting her to her feet. She wiped the back of her hand across her mouth and swallowed again, smiling back at him.

“You ok?” he asked.

She nodded, her mind in a whole other place as he covered her mouth with his and kissed her again, this time turning her so he sat her on the edge of the table.

“I like this apron,” he said as he released the ties and stripped her of it. “But I like what’s underneath better.”

He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking it hard, pulling the hard point out as his fingers pinched and rubbed the other one. She widened her legs as he did, lifting her hips, trying to put her clit in contact with him, with any part of him. He gripped her hips and lifted her higher onto the table and without any softness, he closed his mouth over the swollen nub and sucked so hard that she called out, her hands on the back of his head pulling him tighter to her even as she tried to scramble away, the sensation too strong, orgasm coming on too fast.

“Jake!” she called out when she came, feeling the wet release of orgasm, two fingers of his one hand now thrust deep inside her pussy. “Oh… Jake…”

It was intense, coming short and fast, leaving her spent. But when she opened her eyes again, she found him staring down at her, his cock once again hard and ready. This time when he leaned to kiss her, it was a gentler kiss, softer, not as frantic. She opened to him, tasting herself on his lips. He kissed her like that for a while, lifting her to sit up first, then bringing her to stand. When he broke their kiss, he turned her so she faced away from him and pushed her down over the table. She widened her legs for him, lifting her hips as his hands spread her cheeks apart. In one hard thrust, his cock delved deep inside her slippery folds. His one hand snaked underneath to find her sensitized clit while the other held her bottom cheeks spread. She turned to watch him, her mouth slack, her eyes softening as another orgasm neared. His eyes were on her ass as he fucked her harder and harder, his cock swelling inside her as he stilled, pumping inside her, her own orgasm matching his in time so that when it was over, they both slid to the floor, spent, exhausted.

“So how are things going at the bakery?” Jake asked. The traffic light changed and he pulled into Nordstrom’s parking lot.

“Oh, you know, the same,” Megan answered. He glanced at her, noticing she wouldn’t meet his eyes. Although the bakery was her baby, he had made an agreement with her when he had bought it that when it came to finances, she would tell him about any problems.

“And Anna is happy with things?”

She turned to him. “Why wouldn’t she be?”

“I had the impression she was worried, that’s all,” he said. He wanted her to tell him herself about the financial state of things. “You know if you ever need help…”

“Jake, please. Everything is fine.”

He studied her for a few moments, then smiled, deciding to leave it be for now. “Let’s find you a dress. I called ahead and had them set some things aside in your size.”

“You did?”

“You don’t mind, do you?”

“No, I love it. What man likes to take his wife dress
and
shoe shopping, much less calls ahead?” she smiled, setting her arm inside his.

They walked into the store and went directly to the dress department. The girl showed them the dresses and they both knew the instant Megan stepped out of the fitting room wearing the first dress that it was the one.

“Wow. You look amazing.”

Megan looked at the back of the dress in the mirror. It was an ankle-length black silk dress with a thin cord for a belt and a plunging neckline and back. The dress was held together by a very fine cord that matched the belt and spanned her shoulder blades.

“This is amazing,” Megan said.

He watched her from his seat on the couch.

“We’ll take this one,” he said to the salesgirl.

“Wait,” Megan said, eyeing the price tag. “It’s very expensive, Jake.”

“It looks great on you. It’s worth the price.”

She met his eye and paused, then dropped her gaze to the floor, her expression strange for a moment.

“Can you find us a pair of shoes to go with the dress? High black sandals. Strappy. Size 7,” Jake said to the girl but never took his eyes off Megan.

“Of course, sir,” the girl said and left them alone.