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Hey guys, here's Chapter 11! I hope you enjoy it. I was finishing up Birthday Pool Party, which caused a delay with this series. I plan on writing a couple chapters of Love in the Balance before starting the epilogue miniseries to BPP. This chapter is kind of focused, but don't worry, the main story is still The Gang of Eight! Next chapter should cover the others a little more in-depth.
As I've said before, Love in the Balance is its own standalone story/series. I was hoping you could read the entire story without ever having read Birthday Pool Party. Especially since I know Birthday Pool Party has elements some readers might not enjoy. There are definitely crossovers and Easter eggs, but the story should still make sense. In fact, a big crossover is coming up! If you only read Love in the Balance, please let me know what you think of these things!
Comments and feedback are always appreciated! I read every single one. Also, please let me know if you spot any mistakes. Errors bug me, and I make sure to upload revised editions whenever I find any. Please note that this story is a work of fiction. I might use parody names for pop culture references: including songs, books, movies, and celebrities. However, they are not meant to accurately represent the real people or media. This is a fictional universe. As always, this is a world without STI's, and everyone involved in sexual activity is at least eighteen years old.
-Witty
~Thursday July 17, 2025~
"Good morning," Megan said, inviting herself into Steven's office like usual. "Shit, sorry."
"It's okay, we're just finishing up," Steven smiled while standing beside a short middle-aged woman as the two of them looked at his computer monitor. "I'll keep an eye out for your email, Alyssa."
"Okay, thanks," the woman nodded to Steven before walking toward the door. "Morning, Megan,"
"Alyssa," Megan inclined her head. "I hope the kids are doing well?"
"They're great, thank you," Alyssa smiled. "How's Carter?"
"Still a troublemaker," Megan laughed.
"Just wait until he starts driving," Alyssa sighed. "Anyway, I have a report to finish. Talk more at our meeting?"
"Of course," the socialite nodded before Alyssa left.
Megan approached Steven's desk, her heels clacking on the floor. Despite their spending the night together, the two of them had maintained a very professional relationship at work. Although, Steven was still stunned by the appearance of the gorgeous woman. Megan found him equally as handsome.
Steven was dressed in slacks and a royal purple button-down. His beard was freshly trimmed and his green eyes were as sexy as ever. Megan towered over him in her heels, while also wearing one of her usual business suits. The braid of the day was a twin bubble braid, with hair ties added at intervals down the length of the braid to create the look.
"How was your night?" Steven asked, looking up at the tall woman.
"Pretty good," the heiress responded. "Carter fell asleep early, so I took a relaxing bubble bath with a glass of wine."
"I fell asleep reading," he replied. "Wine and hot water sounds so much nicer. Very relaxing."
"It was," Megan tilted her head, her blue-gray eyes twinkling. "I had trouble sleeping, so BOB and I had some alone time. Sometimes a girl needs to get off before she can rest."
"Megan!" Steven hissed, glancing toward the entrance to his office. "The door's open!"
"Relax, no one heard," she waved off his concern. "Anyway, what were you and Alyssa talking about?"
"How to stay competitive with our bookkeeping services," he answered. "There are a lot of people working as bookkeepers outside of their regular jobs."
"Everyone has a side hustle these days," Megan agreed.
"Yeah, because your dad and like six other guys control ninety percent of the economy," Steven retorted playfully.
"Watch it," she giggled. "You do ultimately work for him, not me."
"True," he acknowledged. "But, you're the one I see every day, so I'd prefer to give you shit about it."
Megan stuck her tongue out at me playfully. Then she sighed. "You're right, we need to make sure we stay competitive. Offering both simple services and the option to have a CPA sign off on everything is a start."
Grabbing a chair, Megan sat down beside Steven. From there, the two brainstormed ideas of offerings, from consulting to helping companies go paperless, to being a storage house, to digitizing; all under the banner of their key offerings. They eventually ran out of ideas and started wrapping up the impromptu meeting.
"I'll see what else I can come up with," he promised.
"Thanks," she smiled at him. "Oh, and I actually did come here for a reason. There are a couple things we need to talk about."
"I figured," he replied. "Although, I'm not the only financial analyst at Sphinx, you know. One just left the room."
"You're the one who had to show the nepo hire around," Megan pouted. "Poor baby, now you're stuck with me."
"To my constant regret," Steven teased.
"Yeah, right," she playfully punched him on the shoulder. "I'm delightful."
"Eh," he shrugged, siting down.
"And I put out," Megan declared, sitting down beside Steven and crossing her long legs.
"Damn, Megan," Steven laughed nervously. "We don't want someone to hear or see us acting so close. I mean, ah, it's not exactly professional."
"Stop being so nervous," she laughed. "We're alone, and it's not like I'm sitting in your lap. I'm in the chair beside you, looking at your computer. Perfectly normal. You're just paranoid."
"You, ah. You fluster me," Steven admitted, feeling jittery. Damn, he wanted to kiss her.
"I like you flustered," Megan grinned. "You're adorable when you blush."
"Right," he cleared his throat, still unable to stop thinking about how beautiful she was. "Anyway, you had something we needed to talk about?"
"Interesting that you mentioned my father a minute ago," Megan began nervously. "He's gonna stop by in a couple weeks to see how things are going."
"No need to be anxious," Steven reached out and placed a hand on her knee. "You're doing a great job."
"Thank you," she smiled softly, reaching down to squeeze his hand. "I need you to put together a report and presentation that shows off how well things are going?"
"Sure, no problem," he nodded. "Your father is going to be very proud."
"He won't be proud of me until I manage to grow a dick," Megan snorted.
"Well, I don't know about growing one," Steven sighed theatrically, "but it is the twenty-first century. There's a surgery for that, doctors can build you one. We can still hook-up after, but I'm a top."
"Give me a strap-on and I can change that," she waggled her eyebrows.
"I'm not the one who was talked in to butt-sex with the argument that you'd still be a virgin," he retorted.
"Oh, shut up," she rolled her eyes, pushing Steven's hand away while he laughed. "And I thought you were being a sweetheart."
"Friends are supposed to give each other shit," he reasoned, looking into her eyes. "You have nothing to worry about. He's going to be very impressed."
"It isn't easy, you know," Megan said in a small voice, "always needing to be strong, never showing any weakness."
"I can imagine," Steven nodded in sympathy. "Not knowing who your friends are, not letting people get close."
"My dad wanted a son, not me," she sighed, looking at him with a film of tears over her eyes. "Then I just had to rebel and make a fucking sex tape. Even without it I'd have to work ten times harder than anyone else just to be considered competent. Now? I could actually buy the entire fucking world and it still wouldn't be enough."
"Oh, Megan," he whispered, unsure what else to say. It was shocking to see the powerful woman so vulnerable.
"Dad only likes me now because I gave him a grandson, a boy with the family name," Megan sniffled as tears started to run down her cheeks.
"That's not true," Steven insisted, leaning forward in his chair. "Your dad loves you."
"I'm sorry to dump this on you, I'm just exhausted," she admitted, looking at him sadly. "That summer after high school was rough. Nell and I were drifting apart, I ditched the one guy who treated me like a person, and I spread my legs basically non-stop. I'm close with Nell again, but now I'm stringing you along just like Jane and your ex. Fuck, I'm a bitch. You deserve so much more."
"Don't worry about me," he said, reaching out to brush away her tears and cup her cheek. "I'm fine, I'm just worried about you. Where's all this coming from?"
"T-there was more I wanted to bring up, and it, ah, made me think of things," she shrugged helplessly. "Maybe talk later? Do you have plans for lunch?"
"I do, actually," Steven winced. "It's Camilla's birthday. She mentioned wanting to spend Saturday with just the girls, so I'm giving her a gift at lunch. It's why Leslie came in to the office today. Just Conner will be missing since he doesn't work here."
"Not even gonna go out to dinner tonight? Some friend," Megan teased, smiling slightly.
"Jane has plans with her sister and Sienna is going out with her parents," he explained. "We could grab something to eat after work?"
"I'd like that," she nodded slowly, still sniffling.
Megan took a few minutes to calm down and wipe the tears from her face with a few tissues. The two of them then hugged tightly, with Steven rubbing her back affectionately. She clung to him tightly, seemingly content to let him hide her from the world.
"You're amazing," Steven whispered to her. "Never let anyone tell you otherwise. Not even yourself."
As they broke apart, they saw Jane standing in the doorway.
"I, ah, I didn't mean to interrupt," Jane stammered, her face turning red.
"Oh, you're not interrupting," Megan insisted, her confident mask back on. "Steven just needed a hug. He's a big softie."
"Yeah, he is," Jane smiled slightly.
"Thanks, ladies," Steven chuckled, deciding to let Megan get away with blaming him.
"I'll see you both later," Megan said, confidently walking toward the door and passing by Jane. "Great blouse, Jane."
"Thanks, I like your hair," Jane smiled, turning to Steven once the socialite was gone. "Hi."
"Nothing happened, it was just a hug between friends," Steven said quickly.
"I didn't say anything. Guilty conscious?" Jane asked with a raised brow.
"No, nothing like that," he shook his head. "We really are just friends."
"Keep telling yourself that," she snorted.
"We are!" he argued. "You were right, that charity thing was a date. But, it was more like a friend date. She's a billionaire, and I'm just Steven."
Jane scoffed.
"Also, she's my supervisor. You should know the problems with that, since you work in HR." he continued.
"Legally speaking, there really aren't any," Jane replied, crossing her arms. "Relationships like that can often lead to complaints of favoritism, harassment, or a hostile work environment. That's why most companies have a policy outlined, but it isn't actually illegal."
"And what's our policy?" Steven questioned curiously.
"I thought nothing was happening?" Jane countered.
"I was just wondering," he shrugged. "I mean, ah, there was a time when I thought the two of us, well, you know..."
"Right," she winced sadly. "We work in different departments, and there would never be a supervisor relationship, so it wouldn't have been an issue. That's why Sienna and Theo are fine."
"You do have access to my personnel file," Steven pointed out.
"I already knew you watch porn and jack off in here on your lunch break," Jane teased, sticking out her tongue.
"There's nothing creepy in my file," he rolled his eyes. "Anyway, Megan with I would be different? I mean, not that there's anything happening."
"Of course not," Jane sighed. "You and Megan would have to disclose the relationship to HR. Any raises or promotions would be decided on by someone besides Megan. Same for any disciplinary action, if needed. She can fire you, you can't fire her."
"Even though she owns the company?" Steven frowned.
"She doesn't, her father does," Jane pointed out. "Also, the company is its own legal entity. Megan is an employee, just like you. So, yes, she's bound by the policy. Sure, her father could change it for her, but that would be ill-advised. Megan might even be able to change the policy at Sphinx herself, since her father gave her full control. Still, terrible idea."
"Irrelevant anyway, it's not happening," he gave Jane a tight smile.
"Yeah, sure," she nodded. "I just stopped by to let you know the ice cream cake is in the freezer in the break room. You're still gonna take lunch a few minutes early, right?"
"Yeah, so we can all set up," he confirmed with a nod. "Are you okay, Jane? I'm here for you, you know. Even if we're not a couple."
"I'm fine," Jane snapped before her face softened. "Sorry. Really, I'm okay. My sister and I are gonna grab dinner and see a movie after work. I'm just refusing to worry about the whole dating thing right now."
"Okay..." Steven trailed off. "I'm here if you need anything, just let me know how I can help."
"Thanks, bubba," she smiled and gave him a quick hug, releasing him quickly so she didn't completely melt into his arms.
After the awkward conversations, Steven lost himself in work. Well, he tried. His thoughts were a disjointed mess as he thought about Jane and Megan. Steven felt horrible about how things ended with Jane, but he knew that he had done everything he could. It just didn't work out and they would have to stay friends.
As for Megan, he wasn't sure. Was she stringing him along? Not really, they had agreed to terms. Steven was still shocked someone like Megan was even interested in him at all. He had to remind himself to stop thinking of her as some rich goddess. She was a human being. And his friend. And a fucking goddess. Steven decided to put off worrying about his romantic future and focus on helping Megan with whatever was troubling her.
The morning went by fairly quickly, with several work tasks serving as a great distraction. Steven had a meeting with Richard Lombardi, a staff accountant he used to work more closely with. The meeting took him until lunch, when he went to the break room to help the others set up.
"Surprise!" Theo, Sienna, Steven, Jane, Noah, and Leslie cheered and clapped when Camilla entered the decorated break room.
"Thank you, thank you," the sexy Latina took a bow. "Balloons and streamers? You guys went all out."
"We even brought gifts," Steven added.
"Sienna wouldn't let me put my name on hers," Theo sighed heavily.
"You can do your own shopping," Sienna giggled.
"Conner's name is on ours," Leslie reasoned with a shrug.
"You two are married, it's different," Sienna pointed out.
"Forget it, who cares," Camilla said quickly, rushing toward the table. "Let's focus on what's important. Me!"
A few other Sphinx employees wished Camilla a happy birthday before going back to their lunch. Leslie put Conner on a video call so the group could sing. Ice cream cake was served while Noah teased Camilla about her age. Camilla was annoyed, but Leslie pointed out that twenty-five was still very young.
Camilla took a picture of herself holding up a fork laden with ice cream cake for her influencer account. She also made sure to get a shot of the pile of presents. People kept coming up to wish Camilla a happy birthday and she was loving the attention. She smiled and leaned forward when Logan Barrett came by to talk to her. Camilla twirled her hair while offering glimpses of her cleavage to the sexy English guy.
"Just drag him into the supply room already," Noah snorted.
"Yum. What a present that would be," Camilla husked, admiring Logan's backside as he walked away. "You and Theo can guard the door."
"Pass," Theo spoke up.
"I'll do it if I get a cut of the profits when you post on SeeMe," Noah offered with a shrug.
"Ugh, pervert," Sienna rolled her eyes.
"If I'm selling pics of my butt, I'm getting all the money," Camilla stated firmly. "But, you're welcome to subscribe."
"Friends discount?" Noah waggled his eyebrows suggestively. "With benefits?"
"Not even in your dreams, buddy," Camilla rolled her eyes.
"Noah probably already has a dozen different subscriptions to different models on that app," Jane added.
"A guy has to get his feet pics somewhere," Leslie shrugged.
"I'm ending the call before Noah makes things even weirder," Conner's voice came from his wife's phone.
"Hey! Camilla made things dirty first," Noah reasoned. "No need to make fun of me."
"You were the one to suggest she drag Logan off for a nooner," Sienna pointed out.
"I'll do it if he's willing," Camilla declared. "How about you, Steven? Guard the door for me?"
"Yeah, no. Pass," Steven laughed.
"Fine, how about you set me up with Nolan Reed instead?" the Latina asked, batting her eyelashes. "Please?"
"I met the guy once, I don't have his number," Steven shook his head. "And I'm not asking Megan."
"Lame," Camilla whined. "And you really didn't get me a stripper?"
"No," Sienna, Steven, Theo, and Leslie all said at once.
"I'm available," Noah offered.
"Blech," Jane fake-gagged.
"I'm hot," Noah pointed out. "I have muscles, and my nose is mostly healed from the unfortunate zombie incident. I'm confident enough to wear a thong."
"You're Noah," Sienna explained. "That's just gross to think about."
"I also don't want to think about it," Theo added.
"Agreed," Leslie interjected.
"Are you sure, ladies?" Noah asked with an evil grin. "I even have a bad cop stripper outfit."
"None of us needed to know that," Conner said through the phone.
"Sadly, he's not lying," Theo winced. "He really has one."
"No strippers," Steven stated firmly.
"Guess you'll be all alone tonight, Camilla," Jane laughed. "I'm seeing a late movie with Molly, so I'm going right to bed when I get home."
"Whatever," Camilla grumbled. "Just remember, you girls are all coming out with me Saturday. No questions, no backing out."
"I'm pregnant and can't drink," Leslie replied.
"And I'm kind of seeing someone, so I'm not looking to pick up a guy," Sienna blushed slightly while Theo grinned widely.
"You'll still have fun, I promise," Camilla insisted. "More cock for Jane and me."
"Ew," Jane scrunched her nose.
"Please don't take us to see male strippers," Sienna made a face. "I don't want some weird guy's junk waving in my face."
"Yet, you're dating Theo," Noah smirked.
"The activities are a surprise. You'll find out," the Latina grinned while Theo slugged Noah's shoulder.
"I just want to make it clear that I've never waved my dick in Sienna's face," Theo mumbled.
"Not yet, anyway," Sienna added with a wide grin.
The other three girls squealed, causing all four of them to break out into fits of giggles. When they calmed down, there was some more teasing about Sienna and Theo's budding relationship. They both looked at each other with affection, and the others had no doubt they would become official very soon.
The group finished their cake before giving Camilla her presents. She got a gift card to get her nails done, a nice robe, a warm blanket, and a couple other gift cards for stores and restaurants. Noah included a picture of himself with his card; his grin turned to a frown when Camilla pretended to vomit upon seeing the image.
Leslie ended the call with Conner so that everyone could eat their actual lunch. Conversations flowed as they enjoyed what remained of their lunch hour. Camilla made a couple more posts, enduring the teasing about her influencer account. Then, a few minutes before they had to go back to work, Megan entered the break room.
"I just wanted to stop by and wish you a happy birthday, Camilla," Megan smiled kindly.
"Thank you," Camilla grinned.
"You're welcome," Megan responded. "Oh, by the way, I follow your Camporium influencer account. I tried the conditioner you recommended. Love it! It even keeps my long hair manageable."
"I'm glad! Thank you so much!" Camilla gushed, turning in her seat to face Megan. "Your hair is beautiful, I wish I had the patience to keep mine that long. And the different braid every day shows dedication."
"I wish my hair was as shiny as yours," Megan replied. "But, yeah, it can suck having it this long. It takes forever to dry. Patience is definitely required."
The five women exchanged hair care tips for a couple minutes before Megan made her exit. It took a couple minutes to clean up the break room and take down the signs. Then the seven friends went their separate ways to return to their jobs, with Camilla carrying her gifts and a couple of balloons.
Noah and Theo spent their afternoon managing the books for various clients of Sphinx, while Leslie monitored the various trends of the company bank accounts. Sienna paid the company's utility bills, and Jane had to review some edits to the employee handbook. Camilla followed up on delinquent accounts, sending emails and making phone calls.
"Can I come in?" Megan asked, rapping her knuckles on the open door to Steven's office.
"Hey! You do know how to knock!" Steven faced her with a grin on his face.
"Oh, bite me," she giggled, entering and closing the door.
"Sure; where, and how hard?" he inquired with a wink.
"Now who's being unprofessional in the workplace?" Megan countered, approaching his desk.
"I waited until you shut the door," Steven reasoned with a shrug. "Anyway, how can I help you?"
"We're still on for dinner tonight," Megan began, placing her fingertips on his desk, "but I was wondering if I could book more time with you?"
"My usual rate is three hundred an hour," he joked without missing a beat. "Fifteen hundred if you want me for the whole night."
"Mm, cheeky," she purred, reaching out to run her fingers along his jawline. His facial hair tickled her fingertips as she smirked. "I think I'm gonna call you on that; I want you for the whole night."
"W-what?" he stammered, swallowing weakly.
"What happened to that confidence? Was it all talk?" Megan suggested with a raised eyebrow.
"No, not at all!" Steven insisted. "I, ah, just wasn't expecting that."
"Still can't accept that I like you, I see," she sighed. "Well, anyway, I just got off the phone. I called Beatrice to talk to Carter."
"Beatrice is the nanny?" he inquired.
"Yeah, she was actually my nanny first," Megan explained. "Anyway, I also pestered Nell at work."
"Okay..." Steven trailed off, unsure of where this was going.
"I just asked Nell if she wanted to hang out with Carter after work," Megan explained. "Next thing I knew, Nell and Carter were planning a sleepover. So, she's gonna pick him up after work and they'll eat junk food and watch movies at her place."
"You're asking me to spend the night?" Steven questioned nervously. "Like, actually spend the night?"
"We can swing by your place before dinner so you can grab some stuff," she shrugged. "It's okay if you don't want to. I mean, I know I'm amazing, but if you have other things to do, your loss."
"I just thought we were gonna let things happen naturally," he pointed out. "Of course I want to, I just know we're not friends with benefits, not really."
"And who said I wanted to have sex tonight?" Megan inquired, towering over him with a glint in her eye.
"Uh... well... I thought..." Steven mumbled stupidly.
"You're so easy to wind up," she laughed, leaning down to kiss his forehead. "Okay, no more jokes. I need a friend tonight and I need to relax. Nell is taking Carter, and you're gonna be my friend. Maybe sex will happen, maybe it won't. What will definitely happen is that we'll talk about our feelings and all that crap."
"That started out elegant," he chuckled.
"I have a way with words," Megan shrugged. "And if we do have sex, I don't think it's a good idea for Carter to see me spending the night with a guy I'm not dating. We avoided it last time for a reason. I'm not at all ashamed, and if anything, you might actually be too good for me. It's just that Carter is six, and you aren't my boyfriend."
Steven took a few moments to gather his thoughts while digesting what Megan had said. He reminded himself that Megan was not Jane, the heiress was willing to talk about what was bothering her. Unlike Jane, Megan was letting him in. That meant more to him than anything else.
"I don't think anyone is too good for anyone else, not really. People connect, or they don't," Steven shrugged. "Either way, I'd love to spend some more time with my good friend."
"Take your own advice and stop worrying about my bank account," Megan winked.
The two of them talked for a couple more minutes before getting back to work. Megan had a meeting with Logan while Steven combed over financial reports. Nell sent Steven a few texts, advising him to take good care of Megan. There were only a couple of sexual innuendos in the blonde's comments.
Everyone wished Camilla a happy birthday one last time at the end of the day. Then people started splitting off as they made their way to the subway. Megan looped her arm through Steven's, leading him toward her expensive red sports car. They didn't notice Jane watching them sadly.
"I was expecting to watch you devour a cheeseburger," Steven commented, gesturing with his fork toward Megan's grilled chicken as they sat in the upscale restaurant. "Or maybe some nachos."
"Are you calling me fat?" Megan gasped, looking at him with her mouth gaping.
"No, no!" he replied quickly. "I just know you like greasy food after a tough day."
"Hm, well," she gave him an appraising look, "pro tip; commenting on a girl's eating habits isn't the best way to get her to drop her panties."
"Pro tip?" Steven questioned with a raised brow. "You have a lot of experience getting a lady out of her underwear?"
"Not personally, but I've seen plenty of guys manage it," Megan shrugged, sipping her wine. "And suggesting the girl eats junk food was never a successful move."
"I'm just enjoying a meal with my friend," he reasoned. "Plus, you know your body is perfect. You don't need me to tell you."
"Even a bitch like me can be susceptible to flattery," she argued.
"You're not a bitch," Steven rolled his eyes.
"I know some trust fund guys who would strongly disagree," Megan giggled.
"Fuck 'em," he said vehemently.
"I wouldn't, that was their problem," she snorted.
Steven and Megan kept the conversation light during dinner, mainly just making small talk. When the bill came, Steven convinced Megan to let him pay with the argument that she shouldn't pay every time just because she was rich. She thought it was cute.
"Such a gentleman," Megan smiled, giving him a quick peck on the lips when he held her door open for her after leaving the restaurant.
They made a quick stop at Steven's place so he could pack an overnight bag, then Megan drove them to her townhouse. She pulled the car into the garage and led Steven through the amazing home. With high ceilings and beautiful floors, the house was a perfect mix of modern and historic. The heiress watched as Steven entered a guest room and placed his overnight bag on the bed.
"What?" Steven asked, looking over at Megan as she leaned against the door frame and watched him with a bemused expression.
"Really? The guest room?" she smirked.
"Well, I wasn't gonna assume anything," he explained. "Besides, we agreed we're buddies."
"Fuck buddies?" Megan offered with a giggle.
"Buddies who are open to encounters happening on occasion," Steven replied.
The two of them stared at each other for a few moments, neither sure of what to say. They both knew they were acting like friends with benefits, even if they refused to use the label. Megan knew it wasn't what Steven really wanted. He kept telling himself that this was different, Megan cared about him and was willing to share her feelings. Something that was especially different for the strong, lonely woman. Steven was still intimidated by her status, but he couldn't help wishing for a real relationship.
"Well, even if we don't have any encounters, I'd still like to fall asleep and wake up next to someone I trust and care for," Megan said, suddenly looking very vulnerable.
Steven felt his shoulders relax, tension he didn't even realize he had melting away. How many times had he wished he could just fall asleep holding someone he cared for? It had happened once with Megan already, but they had to wake up early so Carter wouldn't know. Addison and Jane never wanted to spend the night with him. Friends or lovers, what he had with Megan was very different from anything he had experienced before.
"I could never say no to that," he smiled reassuringly.
Entering the master bedroom, Steven once more marveled at the elegance. Knowing this was once the room of one of the most famous female pop stars on the planet only added to the awe he felt. The bedroom was huge and well-decorated; it had a private bathroom and its own small terrace.
Steven took out his work clothes for the next day before pulling out a pair of lounge pants and a t-shirt. Taking off her heels, Megan removed the hair ties holding her braid in place and shook out her long, raven locks. She pulled her hair back into a simple ponytail that almost fell to her butt, then grabbed something comfortable to wear.
Trying to be a gentleman, Steven turned his back to Megan so she could change in relative privacy. The heiress had other ideas, circling around to stand in front of Steven with a smirk on her face. They watched each other while slowly removing their clothes. Megan was soon down to a dark blue bra and a pair of light pink panties. Steven was wearing black boxer briefs with an obvious tent caused by his erection.
Megan's body was always an amazing sight, and he found himself admiring her breasts and the way they tried to escape the blue fabric. It almost as if the beautiful mounds could barely be contained by her bra. The mismatched underwear indicated that Megan had not been planning on anyone seeing her undressed today.
"You're acting like this is the first time you've seen a girl in her underwear," Megan giggled, reaching for a pair of flannel pajama pants. "I'm completely covered, and you're drooling like an inexperienced teen who can't believe he's so close to boobs."
"I wasn't, I was just, ah..." he stammered, turning slightly red.
"You were just staring at me with your mouth hanging open," she finished for him, while pulling up her pants.
"Hey, I turned around!" Steven argued, finding his voice. "I tried to give you privacy, but you put yourself in front of me and started undressing, and ah, well," he mumbled, his eyes dropping to her chest.
"Yup. Your first time seeing a girl undressed," she declared. "Durr, titties, durr," Megan teased in a deep voice, making a dopey face.
"Every time I see you, it's like seeing a woman for the first time," Steven breathed. "You're just so... perfect."
Megan looked at him, first in disbelief, then surprise, then embarrassment. She was overwhelmed by the honesty of his praise and admiration for her. Blinking away tears, she was once again reminded that he didn't care about her money or her fame. She wasn't a trophy fuck to him, or even just a hot body to use. He cared about the entire package, the real person.
"You're, ah, you... shut up," she smiled as she struggled to take the compliment. "I like your chest and arms and you have the perfect amount of body hair. Enough to look like a real man without risking a hairball."
"Don't forget about the beard," he smirked.
"Mm, yeah, the beard is sexy," Megan nodded, holding her shirt as she stared at him. Then she grinned evilly. "You'll be really fucking hot once your growth spurt finally hits."
"I assure you, I'm fully grown," Steven waggled his eyebrows.
"I can tell," she gestured toward his bulge. "If just me in my underwear can do that, I'm worried you'll shoot off before I even touch you."
"Okay, you win," he attempted to accept defeat graciously. Then he attempted to put on his lounge pants, which got stuck at his bulge and took the last of his dignity.
"Smooth," Megan giggled before putting her t-shirt on.
Steven chose not to respond, instead he got his pants on before slipping into his t-shirt. He watched as Megan, reached up the back of her shirt and unhooked her bra. She then slid the straps down her arms before reaching down the front of her shirt and pulling off her bra with a contented sigh.
"That was impressive," Steven commented. "A couple movements and you just pulled your bra out."
"Every woman in the world can do that," she rolled her eyes but still smiled. "But, thanks. I'm just glad the girls can finally breathe."
Unsurprisingly, Steven's eyes drifted down to admire the girls, happy to notice the dents in the t-shirt caused by Megan's nipples. She cleared her throat, snapping him out of his daydream. Then the two of them organized their things before heading back downstairs for wine and a couple of glasses. Megan teased him a bit when he had to stand on his toes to reach the wine glasses she kept in the high cabinet.
It wasn't dark yet, and Megan suggested watching the sun set on the rooftop terrace. There was a soft breeze in the air, providing some relief from the summer heat. The terrace had a couple of tables, several chairs, and a couch. What was truly amazing was the stunning view of the city. It also didn't hurt that a famous pop song was written about this place.
All of the cushions were in a storage bin to protect them from the rain. Steven took out cushions while Megan set the glasses and wine bottles on the table. The two of them set the cushions up on the couch so that they could sit side-by-side and enjoy the nice evening.
"How are you feeling?" Steven asked while Megan poured out two glasses of wine.
"Much better now that my bra is off and I have wine," she answered, handing him a glass.
"What more do you need?" he questioned with a chuckle as he accepted the wine.
"Exactly," Megan nodded, taking a sip. "It's crazy that I was a mom before I could legally drink this stuff in the States."
"You're also the daughter of the eighth richest person in the world," Steven reasoned with a shrug. "It's not surprising your life is a bit different from the average person. You have a great son, and you have the resources and drive to be able to live your life while still being an amazing mom."
"Thank you, Steven," she smiled, surveying him over the top of her glass, those blue-gray eyes twinkling. "Fifth."
"Sorry?" he frowned, setting down his glass.
"My father is the fifth richest person in the world now," Megan explained with a smirk. "Second quarter of 2025 was great for us. Stocks are soaring."
"I can't believe I'm sitting here with you," Steven laughed lightly, surprising the heiress by not making a speech about wealth-hoarding. "I could keep complimenting you, but it's not just you. This place. One of the most famous pop artists in the world lived here. The media covers her every move, most people have heard of this house. And here I am."
"Think about it; she was probably sitting in this exact spot, holding her guitar while writing song lyrics," she smiled, finding it adorable that he was getting starstruck. "You were very smooth when you met her. Did you see her on tour? Everyone wanted to go to those concerts."
"No, I didn't go," he shook his head. "You?"
"Yeah, Nell and I brought Carter," Megan answered with a slight blush. "We, ah, we were up front. There's a video online of me crouching beside Carter while he got the famous hat and Alison kissed his cheek. We hung out with her afterward."
"Carter must have had the time of his life," Steven smiled.
"He definitely did," she smiled. "So did Nell, for that matter,"
"I saw some of those tickets were going for over ten thousand each," he winced.
"Not if you got them directly from the venue," she shook her head. "Resellers bought all the tickets and jacked up the price. Vultures. We got ours thanks to Alison."
"And now you live in her house," Steven chuckled, still in shock at how connected Megan was in the celebrity and high-society worlds.
"Mm, just imagine some of the things she did up here. It probably wasn't just songwriting, you know?" Megan gestured toward the railing, still holding her wine glass. "Maybe she watched the sunset from right there. A sexy guy behind her, running his hands all over that hot body."
"I was not thinking about sex when I commented on how amazing this place is," he replied as Megan snuggled up beside him.
"Are you thinking about it now?" the heiress asked, looking up at him. "A famous singer's red lips wrapped around your cock?"
"It may have been something I've thought about in the past," Steven admitted, adjusting himself slightly. "Ah, I read she wrote the song about this house while taking a bath."
"Really? I thought she wrote it up here on the roof?" Megan frowned.
"Did there used to be a bathtub up here?" he shrugged. "You'll have to ask her for the details."
"Maybe I will," she giggled, leaning over to kiss his cheek. "Would that really freak you out? If I just pulled out my phone and sent her a text?"
"It would definitely be overwhelming," Steven admitted. "I'm just Steven."
"And I'm just Megan," the socialite pointed out. "You were right when you said everyone deserves dignity and respect. It's just money. A few people know my name, a lot of people know her name. Whatever, who cares?"
"You're right," he nodded. "You're just a beautiful, smart, caring woman. Who can also be a pain in the ass."
"I am an absolute delight in every way," Megan declared, draining her first glass of wine before sitting up to pour herself another. "You're lucky you work for me."
"Lucky?" Steven snorted with a raised eyebrow. "You seem to take great pleasure in torturing me regularly."
"Oh, please," she rolled her eyes, settling down beside him again with her wine. "I think cumming down my throat and fucking my pussy makes up for the fact that I like to tease you a bit."
"Well, maybe," he admitted. "Although, falling asleep holding you was definitely the best part."
"A hopeless romantic until the end," Megan giggled, looking at him affectionately. "Don't ever change. Ever. You're one of a kind."
"I doubt the 'hopeless' part will ever change," Steven sighed, taking a sip of wine.
"It will, I promise," she vowed seriously.
"And how can you know that?" he challenged.
"I'm rich," Megan shrugged. "I'll just pay to make it true if I have to."
"You're not buying me a wife," Steven made a face.
"That won't be necessary," she laughed, sipping her wine. "Nell and I might end up fighting over you, and I think Jane already regrets letting you go."
"Uh, yeah, well," he said nervously, "didn't you have some things you wanted to discuss?"
"That was the worst deflection I've ever heard," Megan smirked. "Truly, truly pathetic."
"You're the one who wanted to talk about 'feelings and crap,' I think it was," Steven gave her a pointed look. "Or am I misremembering?"
"How dare you use my brilliance against me," she winked, taking another sip and smacking her lips. "Fine. Feelings and crap. I got my degree, started working for my dad, then he bought Sphinx and told me to go run it as a test. I feel like I've been living my life by a playbook since I started college, now everything is getting serious. I don't have a guide for what to do next, and it scares me."
"It's hard to imagine you being scared," he told the powerful woman, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "You're so strong and confident."
"Yeah, well, my dad always used to tell me that you don't need to know everything," Megan let out a breath, "you just need people to think you do."
"That does make sense," Steven reluctantly admitted. "How can I help? From what I know, you've succeeded at everything you've ever done. MBA, being a mom, running Sphinx."
"I'm... not great at personal relationships," she argued. "I've had one boyfriend. I ditched the first guy I had real feelings for, never even telling him he has a son. I have a grand total of two close friends; you and Nell."
"So, we're talking both personal and professional fears," he nodded in understanding. "I don't think I'm the best to help with the personal stuff, but I have some experience finding my own way in the professional world."
"You have no idea how likable you are, do you? The closeness of your friend group?" Megan pointed out. "But, fine. Business. When I was young, I was basically under the impression that my future husband would one day take over the company after my dad passes. Now? Fuck that. Prenup that shit. Even if I do get married, I'm my own person, and it's not the fucking fifties. I'm Megan fucking Bauer, daughter of Theodore Bauer. I can run Bauer International Holdings."
Megan kept building steam as she talked, and he could see her straighten her shoulders, a passion in her eyes as she stoked her fire within. Then, she exhaled and looked at him, afraid and vulnerable again.
"But, you can't just fake it forever. Sometimes you need to relax, to trust, and to seek shelter in someone else," Megan snuggled tight against Steven, wrapping an arm around his waist. "Even Megan fucking Bauer needs shelter sometimes."
"I agree," Steven squeezed her shoulder reassuringly. "It seems like you know what to do."
"Do I?" she questioned with a laugh. "Having an end goal doesn't mean everything is figured out. Sphinx is running just fine, but I rely on so many people, how will I handle an international empire?"
"Your father relies on people, too," he argued. "You'll always have to delegate. Your father's corporation is way bigger than Sphinx, but the skills are transferable. You're learning right now. That's the playbook. You know more than most of the people running corporations these days. You see beyond next quarter's profits.
"Business is about people, not numbers. You know that. You treat your employees like people, you make them feel valued. They reward you with amazing work and loyalty. Surround yourself with people you can trust, and everything will work out."
"You know, that really helped," Megan commented, giving him a considering look.
"Uh, you're welcome?" Steven said, obviously confused.
"Sorry, that came out wrong," she giggled cutely. "I wasn't trying to sound surprised. I meant, it wasn't just what you said. I feel better that you're in my corner, if that makes sense? Just knowing you're pulling for me and that you'll listen to me. Wow, I suck at this."
"Eh, you're not so bad," he told her. "You're just not used to being vulnerable. I understand, it can be scary, not being able to control how the other person reacts."
"My dad actually asked me if Carter would keep his last name if I ever got married," Megan continued. "He sounded doubtful I ever would, and all he cared about was the stupid Bauer name."
"He loves you," Steven reassured the heiress. "And he's proud of you. He's just not good at saying it."
"Like father, like daughter," she mumbled sadly.
The two of them felt silent as they cuddled on the couch while the sun started to set. Steven knew Megan had more to say, but he chose to give her time so she could process her thoughts. Megan worked through her second glass of wine, enjoying Steven's warm presence beside her. She eventually set the empty glass down on the table and gathered her strength.
"I've been talking a lot with Kayla Thomson," Megan eventually said. "A lot."
"Okay..." he trailed off, knowing she'd explain herself.
"Steven's having another kid," she said quickly, clearly eager to get it out.
"Carter will have another half-sibling," Steven nodded in understanding. "You knew Steven Thomson was seeing someone, so I guess it isn't too surprising."
"It's apparently pretty complicated," Megan said. "Anyway, I'm still, ah, not ready to tell him about Carter, his son."
"I'm not gonna push, it's not my place," he promised, leaning over to kiss the top of her head.
"Thank you," she whispered softly. "Although, it might get difficult to keep the secret soon."
"Why's that?" Steven asked.
"Kayla's starting college soon and doesn't know what she wants to do with her life," Megan started talking quickly. "She knows she doesn't wanna follow in her father's footsteps, but she knows it's important to know how a business is run. Ah, long story short, she's coming out to stay with me for two weeks."
"What? How the fuck did that happen?" he wondered, completely in shock. "You two haven't been talking that long."
"She's never really been away from home, and it just kind of came up in conversation," she shrugged helplessly. "I offered, and then called her father. He agreed it was a great idea. It'll be like a mini-internship."
"I mean, that's really nice of you," Steven smiled. "I'm sure Kayla will learn a lot."
"I'm just glad Carter has my eyes," Megan commented. "Some things I do not want her to learn just yet."
"Still a risk," he pointed out.
"I know," she sighed. "I wasn't thinking about that at the time. I was thinking about how much I would have loved another woman to help me out when I was first learning. But, I extended the invitation, and I'm not taking it back. She'll be here on the twenty-sixth."
"You didn't waste any time," Steven chuckled.
"There's only so much time, summer goes by fast," she reminded him. "She's flying home August eighth so she can help a couple of friends move in to the dorms on the ninth."
"That is soon," he agreed.
"And she had cheerleader tryouts today," Megan added. "Yesterday through tomorrow. I don't know much about it, but CSUA is apparently a division one school, so all sports are extremely competitive."
"I'm guessing you weren't a cheerleader?" Steven asked. "I've heard it's so much more like gymnastics and acrobatics than just shouting and dancing. It takes skill."
"Nope, not at all," she laughed. "It was not for me."
"I think you would have done well," he responded.
"Is that so?" Megan purred, placing her hand on his thigh. "Are you thinking about me in a sexy cheerleader uniform?"
"I am now," Steven acknowledged. "You'd look cute with pompoms."
"I don't have much experience with sexy roleplay, but I'd try it for you," she husked into his ear as her hand slid between his legs. "Maybe I'd do a cheer routine for you before getting on my knees."
"I guess the, ah, 'feelings and crap' conversation is done? Fuck!" he gasped as her fingers found his bulge and started caressing him.
"For now," Megan answered as she started kissing his neck. "I'm still stressed and I want some relief. Do you think you could help me?"
"Are you, ah, sure about this?" Steven stammered, not wanting to grow more attached to this woman he couldn't truly be with.
"I'm horny again," she told him, her skilled fingers bringing him to full hardness. "You already agreed to hold me all night, you won't let me go to bed without a good orgasm, will you? That's just cruel."
"I suppose it is," he laughed lightly as Megan nibbled on his ear. "It's not like I can deny you anything anyway."
"Mm, I love your cock," the heiress cooed, wrapping her fingers around him from outside his lounge pants. "It's so long and thick."
"Turnabout is fair play," Steven reasoned, reaching out to cup one of Megan's large breasts from outside her shirt. "I love your big tits."
"Kiss me," Megan gasped desperately. "Now!"
Their lips met in a passionate kiss, their hands pulling at each other as their bodies pressed together. Steven's hand slid up Megan's shirt, his fingers lightly squeezing a naked tit as she moaned. Megan extracted his hardness from his pants and started jacking him off while he tweaked her nipple. Their groping and kissing grew more and more passionate as they held each other on the couch while the sun set over New York.
Leaving Megan's shirt above her breasts, Steven slid his hand down her stomach until he reached the waistband of her pajama bottoms. Megan gasped when Steven's fingers made contact with her labia. She gripped the base of his cock, unable to focus on stroking him while Steven's two fingers pushed into her tight tunnel.
"You're soaked," Steven commented against her lips.
"All for you, baby," Megan moaned back, kissing him hard. "For you."
Steven's fingers worked their magic, causing Megan to writhe and pant on the couch. The raven-haired goddess attempted to continue the handjob, but she was barely able to think as her pleasure mounted, causing her toes to curl. Her mouth was hanging open as her back arched, the feeling of Steven's thumb against her clit almost causing too much pleasure.
"Are you gonna cum?" he asked, his fingers curling inside Megan.
"Yes! Oh God, yes!" Megan nodded rapidly, her free hand reaching out to grab his wrist. "Keep going! Faster! Faster! Faster!"
Megan tensed, gasping loudly as her insides contracted. It felt like her every nerve was on fire as her entire body came alive. It was amazing. Just Steven's fingers were better than the best moves of all the athletes, celebrities, and random rich assholes Megan had been with in Europe. This was personal, a real connection. Something she had only felt with one other person.
When her orgasm subsided, Megan grabbed Steven's face in both hands and pushed her tongue into his mouth. The two of them kissed passionately for several minutes before Megan decided it was his turn. Breaking the kiss, she scooted backwards on the couch so she could lower her head into his lap.
"Fuck!" Steven hissed as he felt her warm mouth around his prick.
Placing a hand on the heiress's head, Steven sighed happily as Megan started to blow him. She was up on her knees, her shirt above her chest, allowing her big tits to dangle from her chest. Steven ran his free hand down her body, squeezing her tight ass while her tongue danced along his shaft.
"Mm, mm, gak, mm," Megan moaned and gurgled whiles she gave enthusiastic head. "mm, gak, glug, glug, mm."
Megan's long ponytail fell down her back while Steven held her head on him. His other hand played with her tits, squeezing them and rolling her pink nipples. The entire situation was incredibly erotic, and Steven felt himself approaching his limit after only a few minutes. He tilted his head back and let out a breath, the rooftop darkening as Megan's sucking and slurping sounds filled the air.
"Gonna cum, Megs," he gasped out, barely having the presence of mind to warn her.
The sexy socialite moaned in longing, sucking harder and bobbing her head faster. With a loud groan, Steven sent a burst of cum across Megan's tongue. Her throat undulated as she eagerly gulped down every spurt of hot semen that shot out of his tip. Steven's leg was shaking as he held her head down and gave one final shudder. Her tongue snagged the last drop from his tip before she lifted her head from his lap.
"Since when do you call me 'Megs?'" she asked with a giggle, a bemused expression on her face as she squinted at him in the semi-darkness.
"Sorry," he laughed lightly. "Just slipped out."
"Don't apologize, I liked it," Megan quickly pecked his lips. "It's getting dark, and I'm not finished with you yet. Show a lady to her room?"
"With pleasure," Steven smirked, getting to his feet and pulling up his pants before offering her his hand. "Milady?"
With a smile, Megan took his hand and let him help her up. She giggled when he pouted after she pulled her shirt down over her breasts. They grabbed the glasses and wine before rushing to the master bedroom. Megan lit a few candles and put on some soft music while Steven refilled their wine glasses.
"It's exhausting always being in control, always being the one to give orders," Megan began, standing beside the bed as she sipped her wine. "Take charge. Tell me what to do. You're the boss in this bedroom."
"Take off your clothes," Steven instructed, not used to giving orders.
He placed their wine glasses on the bedside table and watched as Megan backed up to the center of the room. Giving Steven an evil grin, Megan dropped her pants, leaving her clad in a t-shirt and a pair of panties. She teased him for another few moments before removing her shirt and playing with her boobs. The panties were gone a moment later, and Steven once again found himself in the master bedroom of the famous home, a naked Megan Bauer standing before him.
"What now, sir?" she asked with a sexy purr.
"Lay down in bed," he said firmly, his heart racing as he tried to project confidence.
The tall, beautiful woman lay down in bed, her flawless body stretched out languorously. Candlelight reflected off of Megan's skin as she reached out and picked up her wine glass. She took a sip, her eyes never leaving Steven's. Using her free hand, she removed her hair tie, letting her raven locks freely cascade down her back.
"The view reminding you of a certain porno you watched online?" Megan questioned, batting her eyelashes.
"The sexiest, smartest woman in the world laying naked in bed drinking wine? Yeah, just a bit," he admitted. "I'm still sorry I watched that."
"I was wearing a robe at the start of the recording," she smirked. "You sure you watched it?"
"I did, yeah," Steven blushed. "It was an invasion of your privacy, sorry."
"Stop apologizing and get those clothes off," she replied with a smirk.
"I thought I was the one in control?" Steven raised an eyebrow.
"Of course, of course," Megan laughed, returning the wine glass to the bedside table.
Steven quickly got naked and climbed into bed. Laying side-by-side, the two of them started kissing gently, with Steven first cupping her face before reaching down to grab a handful of her tight ass. Megan responded by pressing her breasts against his chest and grinding herself against him.
"I'm going to enjoy this," he whispered, putting Megan on her back.
The beautiful woman cooed softly as Steven kissed down her body. He held her boobs together and slobbered over her cleavage before making his way down to her belly button. Knowing what was coming, Megan eagerly spread her legs, granting him access to her womanhood. She gasped and moaned his name when his lips made contact with her vulva.
Steven made love to Megan's pussy with his mouth, making her writhe and groan. Her hands held his head to her crotch as he sucked on her clit while sawing two fingers in and out of her. Just as Megan was coming down from her second orgasm, Steven got up on his knees, lined his cock up with her entrance, and pushed inside.
"Fuck, yes!" Megan groaned, her back arching. "Get inside me, I need you in me."
"Hold your legs back for me," Steven ordered, burying himself balls-deep in her cunt.
"Okay!" she nodded enthusiastically as she grabbed her legs behind the knees and spread herself open.
Leaning forward, Steven held Megan's boobs so he could use them as leverage to start thrusting. And so he could enjoy holding her boobs. Those blue-gray eyes drew him in, and Steven found himself unable to look away as he moved his dick in and out of Megan with a steady rhythm.
"You're amazing," he whispered, admiring her beautiful face.
Megan gasped softly, her panting increasing in intensity as Steven's relentless movements stretched and stimulated her love tunnel. Her face scrunched up, her mouth opening in a soundless scream as her orgasm crashed through her. She gasped several times, her body shuddering as her nails dug into the soft skin of her legs.
"Holy shit, holy shit," she gasped for breath, looking up at him with wonder. "That felt so fucking good."
"Good," Steven smirked, continuing to slowly work his hardness in and out of her. "I love watching your face while you cum."
"I hope you're not about to cum," Megan giggled, squeezing her inner muscles to stimulate him. "I want another orgasm."
"I'll do my best," he laughed, squeezing her tits playfully.
"You're best, ah, is pretty, ah, pretty fucking great," she commented, rolling her hips. "Shit, my hands are slipping."
"Grip your ankles," Steven advised.
"Mm, you got it," Megan nodded as he adjusted himself, making it easier for the sexy woman to hold her ankles. "Fuck me hard, baby."
"You're so fucking hot," he smirked as he resumed pounding her hard and fast.
Candlelight flickered while soft music was playing, adding to the atmosphere. Steven lowered his head and slurped one of Megan's nipples into his mouth. The heiress gasped and begged him to bite her nipple. He obliged, spending quite a bit of time on her tits before kissing her lips and returning to watching her face.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" Megan panted, her eyelids fluttering. "Ah, fuck, that's deep! Ah, ah!"
"I want you from behind," Steven growled, grinding his crotch against hers while buried to the hilt in her warmth.
"Yes!" Megan groaned. "Fucking take me!"
Steven pulled out of Megan and backed up while she assumed the standard doggystyle position, tossing her raven hair down her back. They both gasped when Steven reentered her. He held Megan's hips tightly, thrusting into Megan's tight pussy, her vaginal muscles gripping him in a velvet embrace.
Megan was loving every second, her entire body alive with pleasure. She could feel her heavy breasts swinging beneath her, slapping into each other from the force of the pounding she was taking. His balls hit her clit, sending jolts of electricity from the little nub and through the rest of her body.
At the request of the powerful woman, Steven started getting rougher with her. Leaning over Megan's back, he held onto her boobs and fucked her until she screamed. Then he sat up and spanked her butt-cheeks before holding her head back by the hair. She came and she came and she came. One final orgasm made Megan see stars, one caused by Steven holding himself inside her and filling her with his seed.
"You okay?" Steven asked from beside Megan as he watched her laying on her back, her breasts heaving as she breathed heavily.
"Never better," she gasped, beads of sweat dotting her flawless body. "Damn, guys named Steven can fuck."
"How many Stevens have you been with?" he laughed, looking over at her with affection.
"Just two," Megan answered, raising two fingers. "Know any others I can try out?"
"I can't say that I do," Steven replied slowly.
"W-would you be jealous?" she suddenly asked, turning her head to look at him. "If I did, you know, have sex with someone else?"
"Why? Got your eye on someone?" he asked quietly. "A Stefan, perhaps?"
"No!" Megan erupted into giggle fits which took almost a minute to subside. "No, nothing like that. I was just curious."
"We're just friends, not even friends with benefits. That was the deal," Steven answered after gathering his thoughts. "With Jane, yeah, she refused the label, but we acted like we were a couple. Neither of us saw anyone else for awhile. We were basically exclusive without talking about it. With you?" He paused for a moment to think about how to phrase it. "You mean so much to me, even if we haven't known each other too long. I love that you can really talk to me and you don't constantly push me away.
"But, we're friends, right? You're my supervisor, you're from a world I could never imagine. I have no right to feel jealous. I want you to be happy. So, if you found someone you wanted to commit to, I'd respect that."
"I didn't ask about right, or respect. I asked if you'd be jealous," Megan stated plainly. "The bitch in me is glad you aren't going to fuck Jane again. I'd be jealous if you slept with someone else."
"You want the truth? Fine. If you fell in love with someone, it would be hard for me, but I'd push through it to keep you a part of my life," he looked at her more directly. "But if you were just out having casual sex with someone else? I... I don't know how well I'd handle that. I'm scared of falling back into the same habit of casual sex with someone I can't date, but I can't help it. It would hurt to see you with some rich asshole, or any guy, really. I know I don't have any ri.."
His ramble was interrupted by Megan's tongue.
"Good," she said, pulling him tighter to her. "I know it doesn't make sense, and I don't want to hurt you the way other women have. I care about you. Right now? It doesn't have to make sense. I just want you to fucking own me tonight."
Steven squeezed her, but Megan could still feel the tension in his body.
"Steven, I promise I'm not just using you for sex and keeping you at arm's length," she stated sincerely. "I don't know what I'm doing, or what's going to happen tomorrow. I do promise we'll be open and talk about what we need. There's more we need to talk about tonight, and I'm still so overwhelmed. Just be patient?"
"I think we can worry about what happens next another time," Steven said, pecking her lips.
"Mm, and you know what I need right now?" Megan asked, wriggling happily in his arms.
"What's that?" he wondered.
"A bacon double cheeseburger," she giggled, pulling away slightly to grin at him.
"We already ate dinner," Steven told her with a chuckle.
"Fucking burns a lot of calories," Megan reasoned before sighing heavily. "But, I am NOT putting my bra back on."
"Pull up the app, I'll make a quick run," he offered, squeezing her bare shoulder.
"You don't have to do that," she smiled, leaning in to kiss him again. "But, you're sweet to offer."
"You're not one of those people who won't let anyone else drive their car, are you?" Steven gave her a look. "I'll be driving through New York City, how fast can I really go?"
"You're welcome to drive my car, dummy," Megan shook her head as her fingertips caressed his cheek. "I meant that I'm not gonna make you get dressed and go get me greasy food."
"You love greasy food after sex," he pointed out. "And you're not making me, I offered."
"I, well, I," she mumbled. "Fuck, I really want a cheeseburger."
"Your order?" Steven asked.
"Fuck, I feel like a rich bitch making you go get me food, but a cheeseburger after cumming is heaven," Megan admitted, sitting up and reaching for her phone. "Fuck it, I need bacon and melted cheese."
"What can I get for you?" he repeated the question. "Unless you wanna order on the app."
"Or we can both stop being morons and I'll get it delivered," she suggested with a giggle.
"Oh," Steven stated, wincing at his own stupidity. "In my defense, I'm always too cheap to pay for one of those deliveries."
"Well, you're in bed with a rich bitch, so I'll pay. What do you want?" Megan asked. "Extra pickles? Yes, please!"
"I'll just take a single stack burger and fries. No pickles," he requested, talking more to her boobs than her face. "And a soda."
"I'm keeping the pickles on yours so I can steal them," she told him primly before continuing the order. "Good, they still have root beer. Oh! They have jalapeno poppers, we're getting those!"
Megan put the order in and placed her phone back on the bedside table. Facing Steven, she crooked her finger so that he would come closer and kiss her. It was a soft and gentle kiss, lasting a couple minutes while they caressed each other. Megan abruptly ended the kiss and sat up again.
"Where are you going?" Steven frowned.
"Quick shower," the heiress explained, getting to her feet and making her way toward the bathroom. "I'm sweaty and I have a pussy full of cum. I need to get clean so you can fuck me again."
"Works for me," he laughed, checking out her glorious backside. "I'll get dressed and grab the food order when it gets here."
"Make sure there's ranch for my jalapeno poppers!" Megan called out over her shoulder.
Steven threw some clothes on and went downstairs to wait for the food to arrive. He soon returned to the master bedroom with two large sodas and a brown bag covered in grease stains. The CEO of Sphinx was sitting up in bed, still completely naked. Her legs were crossed and she was using a towel to dry her long, thick hair.
"Can't afford a hair dryer?" Steven questioned.
"They make my hair frizzy," she explained, looking over at him. "I hope you didn't forget the ranch."
"It's in the bag, I checked," he assured her, handing over the large root beer. "And I can't imagine that hair not looking perfect."
"Contrary to popular belief, women aren't naturally flawless. This," Megan gestured at her face with a finger, "takes work. Jogging, weights, squats, swimming laps, all that shit."
"Hey, I work out to stay in shape as well. Especially after eating this junk," he laughed, holding up the bag. "And you do an amazing job. That body is... wow."
"Thanks, you're sexy, too," she smiled. "I'm happy to primp and preen if it turns you on."
"Everything about you turns me on," Steven told her, placing his drink on the bedside table. "Megan fucking Bauer."
"If it weren't for shaving, my legs and pits would be as hairy as yours," Megan laughed, adjusting herself until she was sitting cross-legged. "There's a tray table under the bed."
"Well, I'd still go down on you," he said, handing her the bag and reaching beneath the bed for the tray. Standing up, he placed the tray table in front of Megan. "Even if I had to push through a forest."
"Such a charmer," she snorted as she started taking food out of the bag. "Now, hurry up and get naked so we can eat."
"I need to be naked to eat?" Steven inquired, standing next to the bed.
"There's nothing better than eating greasy food after sex," Megan once again informed him. "For the best experience, you have to be naked." she then gestured at her exposed breasts.
"You're the boss," he told her as he started removing his clothes.
Steven was thrilled at how comfortable she was with him. Megan was on complete display, and she didn't seem to mind one bit that he could ogle her. He was used to a woman covering up after sexy fun time was over. Jane didn't always do that, but it was something that happened often. Same with his handful of other lovers.
"You're still in charge tonight, remember?" she popped a fry in her mouth while watching him undress. "We're gonna eat, have another feelings and crap talk, then one last fuck before bed."
"You said I'm in charge, yet you have an itinerary?" Steven asked, getting into bed and sitting beside his naked boss.
"Yup. Don't argue, just go with it," Megan teased, unwrapping his burger so she could steal his pickles.
Sitting naked in bed, the two of them started eating the greasy food from the nearby fast food restaurant. Steven enjoyed the meal, but Megan was in heaven. She eagerly reached for the jalapeno poppers, grabbing one and dipping it in ranch. With a happy grin, she brought it to her mouth and took a bite. Fortunately, it was filled with melted cheese. Unfortunately, it was filled with melted cheese.
"Mmff, ow, mmff!" Megan mumbled, the hot cheese burning her mouth. It ran down her chin and a strand fell off, landing on her bare boob. "Ow, shit! Hot cheese on the titty! Ow!"
"Here, here, I got it," Steven offered, dabbing a napkin on Megan's breast while she swallowed the hot food. "Didn't you teach Carter to let food cool down first?"
"Oh, bite me!" she grumbled, just before her eyes went wide and she gasped. "OW! Oh fuck, oh fuck, ow!"
"What's wrong now?" Steven was concerned. The offending cheese was gone, but Megan was still in pain.
"Fuck! Jalapeno juice on the nipple. Burning! Ow!" Megan vainly wiped at her fiery breast with her hand, doing nothing to stop the torture.
It was all Steven could do to function on top of the laughter as he headed to the bathroom to wet a washcloth. He quickly returned and got past Megan's flailing hands so he could gently clean the jalapeno juice off her nipple. Megan eventually let out a breath, the pain subsiding.
"Better?" he asked.
"Better," she nodded. "Thank you."
"You're welcome," Steven pecked her lips before grinning. "Sorry for laughing, but it was funny. And watching them bounce around was quite enjoyable."
"Jerk," she rolled her eyes. "Cheesy titties a turn-on for ya?"
"They do look appetizing," he smirked, swooping in to playfully nip Megan's tit flesh with his teeth.
"Ow, that was mean!" Megan gasped, crossing her arms over her chest and pouting. "I hurt my boobies, and that's how you treat me?"
"Aw, I'm sorry," Steven said, reaching over the bed to caress her shoulders before leaning forward and pecking her lips. "I'll kiss them and make them better."
Megan rolled her eyes, but didn't resist when Steven removed her arms from her breasts. The food was momentarily forgotten as Steven pressed her tits together and started kissing them all over. Megan moaned softly when he licked her nipple. Steven was amazed; Megan had wonderful tits.
"Down boy," she eventually said. "I'm hungry."
"Fine," he sighed, reluctantly lifting his head from her chest. "Just remember, food is hot."
"Asshole," Megan giggled.
Steven returned to the bed and they resumed their meal, talking and laughing as they ate. Steven thought it was adorable how the powerful woman loved eating greasy food naked after sex. Megan was enjoying the comfort she felt with Steven, happy she could sit naked with him. No pretenses, no tension. Just Megan, and just Steven. It was better than eating alone after an orgasm.
Moving from topic to topic, their conversation was mostly just chit-chat, nothing profound. They both had their phones out as they finished up their meal. All that was really left was a few fries that they occasionally grabbed for something to snack on. Steven was playing a game on his phone, while Megan's phone kept buzzing, indicating she was texting.
"What's so funny?" Steven asked when Megan started laughing.
"Nell helped Carter build a fort, then she didn't know the password to get in," the heiress explained between giggles. "So, Nell made her own fort. Now they're at war and throwing rolled up socks at each other."
"Too bad she didn't know the password," he laughed.
"She should have, it's 'stinky farts,'" Megan stated confidently.
"How do you know that, you're not there?" Steven frowned.
"Because it's Carter," she smiled, shaking her head. "The password is always 'stinky farts.' Now you know in case you ever need to get in one of his forts."
"I'll remember that," he nodded with a grin.
They cleaned up after their meal, still naked. Megan playfully swatted Steven on the butt when he bent over to throw out some trash. He retaliated by tickling her while she squealed. The two of them ended up on the bed, rolling around as they wrestled playfully. It was getting late, but they happily cuddled after playing, kissing and caressing each other softly.
"Mm, feels like someone is ready for another round," Megan giggled against his lips while grinding against his bulge.
"Maybe, but I think we reached another 'feelings and crap' point in your schedule," he pointed out while playfully grabbing her butt.
"Are you sure you wanna talk?" she asked, wrapping her fingers around his erection. "Because I'd rather suck your cock."
"You'd really do anything to avoid talking about your feelings, wouldn't you?" Steven laughed, hugging her tightly.
"Yup!" Megan declared, leaning over to nibble his ear. "I'll even let you put it in my butt."
"As enticing as that is, I want to make sure I'm supporting my friend," he replied, brushing her raven hair out of her face.
"You have a naked woman in your arms and you're insisting on talking?" she gave him a flat look while continuing to stroke him. "Weirdo."
"It's not completely selfless," Steven admitted. "You did schedule sex after talking."
"I did, but you're kind of killing my lady boner right now," Megan giggled. "Fine, talking. First off, I'm really really happy we can talk about things. I want to share more with you, and we'll get there. There's really only one other thing I need to bring up tonight."
"And what would that be?" he asked with interest.
"I need a date again," Megan blushed slightly as her thumb brushed the tip of his dick.
"Another charity event?" Steven looked at her curiously. "Sure, I could use another free spa weekend."
"You haven't even used the first one yet," she smirked before biting her lower lip nervously. "But, ah, no. It's not for a charity event."
"What is it for?" he wondered, reaching down to cup a breast.
"A wedding," Megan let out a long breath. "Remember my high school boyfriend, Preston Brinkerhoff? I mentioned after the zoo that I thought he was engaged?"
"Brinkerhoff," Steven snort-laughed, earning him a swat on the arm. "Did you doodle on your notebooks in high school 'Mrs. Megan Brinkerhoff?'"
"No," she swatted him again. "I knew we were gonna break up after high school. I did used to doodle 'Megan Bauer, CEO.'"
"I'd have said that's adorable if I had a higher opinion of most corporate executives," he chuckled, looking into Megan's blue-gray eyes. "A wedding? That's pretty romantic for a friend-date."'
"W-well... we're kind of more than just friends, right?" Megan asked nervously, ignoring his comment about executives. "And I don't mean benefits, I mean, ah, we said we didn't know what the future holds, and the wedding isn't until September. Maybe we could see how it goes?"
Steven froze, unable to speak as he stared at Megan in the light of the still-burning candles. This amazing creature was actually considering taking things further with him? He was still shocked she wanted to have sex with him, that they were friends. Steven may not care much about status, but he knew the real world was rarely like that. She was Megan fucking Bauer.
"So, ah, it turns out Nell's going, too," Megan continued after thirty uncomfortable seconds of silence. "I was on the phone with my dad and asked him if he knew anything about Preston, you know, after he came up. Apparently, Preston didn't know I moved here and my invitation came to my dad. Um, yeah... oh, and, ah, Nell had forgotten about it so she didn't mention it. She has a date so I didn't think I should go solo, but um, if you don't think it's a good idea, I just thought..."
"Sorry, I was just shocked," he cut off her rambling. "I'd love to escort you to the wedding. And I would definitely love to see where things could go."
"Feelings and crap," she blushed, a wide grin on her face.
"Yeah, feelings and crap," Steven stroked down her cheek, then kissed her deeply, his heart racing.
Megan gasped softly, her tongue snaking out to dance with his. They were laying side-by-side, Steven cupping Megan's face while her hand ran along his side. She pushed closer to him, his chest hair tickling her nipples and making her moan. The kiss was long and sweet and loving. It was perfect.
Without even realizing, Steven ended up on top of Megan, his hips nestling into position between her spread legs. They gazed into each other's eyes as Steven pressed forward, entering her body. Megan gasped, gripping his biceps as Steven moaned softly, both of them amazed at how good the other felt.
Placing his hands on the bed, Steven began thrusting while Megan rolled her hips. They're panting increased in intensity as the minutes passed, the pleasure building and building. Megan's face tightened as she came, then Steven swooped in and kissed her lips so she could moan into his mouth.
They rolled, Steven's dick staying inside Megan as she got on top. Sitting upright, she placed her hands on his chest and rode him for a minute. Then she lowered her breasts down onto him, her raven hair cascading over her face. Megan kissed from his shoulder, up to his neck, all while working her pussy along his throbbing shaft.
"By the way," she panted in his ear, "the wedding is four days in Savusavu."
He gripped Megan's hair, pulling her head back as he kissed her throat. "Where the fuck is that?" he asked, sucking on her neck.
"Ah! Oh God, ah, Fiji." Megan gasped, feeling him chuckle as his chest rumbled against her. "Ah fuck, um, ah, it's in Fiji."
"Of course it is," Steven groaned, taking her hips in his hands and grinding her harder against him, shifting her until he found the place that made her breath hitch. "Doesn't matter, I'm still all in."
"Oh, fuck! You certainly are," the gorgeous socialite moaned as she came undone above him, panting and groaning through her orgasm. "You're making me cum! Fuck, fuck, fuck! I'm cumming, ah!"
Holding Megan's ass with one hand, his other buried in her hair as he rapidly thrust upwards, fucking her through her orgasm. When the tall woman stopped shuddering and started gasping for breath to recover, Steven rolled her onto her back and sat up. Placing Megan's legs over his shoulders, he pumped her pussy while watching her boobs bounce.
"Hopefully my boss will give me the time off," Steven grunted, tightening his grip on her ankles. "She's kind of a hard-ass."
"Oh, ah, I'll, ah, I'll think about it. Ah!" Megan gasped, reaching her arms above her head to grip the headboard. "Don't stop, don't stop! Oh God, right there, fuck me!"
Steven drilled Megan to another orgasm before they switched positions again. After doggystyle, Megan wanted to try spooning. She came hard while Steven held her breast and gently pushed in and out of her. The lotus position was next, which was very romantic, allowing them to gaze into each other's eyes while holding each other close.
When Steven warned of his impending climax, Megan begged him to fuck her tits. She got down on her knees and placed his cock between her breasts, smothering his length in tit-flesh. Megan looked up at him with lust, cooing about how much she wanted his cum. He exploded all over her boobs and face.
"So, ah, Fiji," Steven commented while they cuddled in bed after cleaning up and blowing out the candles.
"Yes, Fiji," Megan giggled, running her toes along his calf. "It's late, and we have to work tomorrow. So, no more feelings and crap tonight, okay?"
"Deal," he nodded, brushing a lock of raven hair behind her ear. "Is Beatrice staying with Carter while you're away?"
"Nope, Carter's coming with us," she answered. "There will be activities for the kids, and people to watch them. But, we'll spend a lot of time with him. I hope that works for you?"
"Of course, that kid's great," Steven replied.
"I think so, too," Megan cooed happily as her fingers traced shapes on his bare chest.
"What will the sleeping arrangements be?" he asked delicately.
"We'll figure it out, I'm not worried," she shrugged. "Speaking of sleep, though, you should be ready for a long flight and some jet lag. Twenty hours to Fiji, and they're sixteen hours ahead of New York. Carter's probably gonna get a little restless."
"Ouch, I'll probably get a little restless," he winced. "Shit, I'll need to get a passport, too."
"You don't have a passport?" she lifted her head off his chest and looked at him in surprise.
"Not everyone can jet all around the world whenever they feel like," Steven laughed lightly. "It's pretty normal to not have one."
"Just make sure you do get one," Megan giggled, kissing his chest.
"I will," he promised, squeezing her shoulder. "I'll start the process tomorrow."
"Good," she sighed. "I don't wanna end up a third wheel."
"Who's Nell going with?" Steven asked casually.
"Isaac Zimmerman," Megan told him. "Lawyer. He's a few years older than you."
"Zimmerman? As in Zimmerman Law?" he wondered. "That international law firm? They have a billboard near the office."
"That's the one," she nodded against his chest. "Her usual date. Entitled, spoiled, thinks he's honoring a woman just by talking to her."
Steven wasn't sure what he felt. At first, he feared it was jealousy, even though he and Nell had never done anything more than some casual flirting. Letting out a breath, he realized it was likely just concern. Steven knew his friend deserved better than a guy who just saw her as a good lay. Penelope deserved to be happy.
"Do you know the woman Preston is marrying?" Steven inquired to distract himself.
"No," Megan replied. "Ashley Sullivan, she's twenty-three. They met at a football game. Preston had rented out a VIP suite. They met the cheerleaders after. Ashley dropped out of college to be an NFL cheerleader."
"Do you know any regular people?" he made a sound of exasperation.
"I just told you I don't know Ashley!" she laughed.
"Yeah, yeah," Steven shook his head. "By the way, don't you think it's odd that you were invited to your ex-boyfriend's wedding?"
"Networking is really important in the circles we run in," Megan explained. "It's not about friendship, it's about the connections. The value we can provide each other. Developing your network is an important strategy. At one of those events, the hosts probably like maybe one of the ten people invited, and actively hate about the same proportion. The rest are just tools to get what they want."
"Which is why you don't consider them friends," he stated flatly.
"Exactly," she nodded. "Acquaintances, at best. We just use each other for benefits. Nell, Preston, and I all graduated in the same year at Big Apple Academy."
"Stupid name for a school," Steven mumbled under his breath.
"I heard that," she nudged his hip with hers playfully. "It's the most prestigious private school in New York. Carter goes there."
"They could have come up with a better name," he argued with a smirk. "Typical of rich elitists. They stole the old nickname for New York to make it seem like it's theirs."
"Oh, shut up," Megan giggled, lifting her head to kiss his cheek. "I was dreading some of the names on the guest list, but I think it'll be funny for you to meet them."
"Who else is going?" Steven frowned.
"Most of the class of 2018," she bit her lower lip nervously. "Including all the girls I went to Europe with."
"How many of you went on that crazy adventure?" he questioned, kissing the top of her head.
"Eight, including Nell and me," Megan informed him, snuggling in close as her voice got softer. "There was a lot of drama, a lot of sex, and a lot of other crazy shit. I'll tell you more about them another time, I'm sleepy."
"Sleep well, beautiful," Steven whispered, holding her to him.
"Mm, thank you," she mumbled, drifting off. "I like having you here."
Megan was asleep before he could respond. Steven lay awake for awhile, lost in his own thoughts. Would he really end up in a relationship with Megan Bauer? He definitely had real feelings for her, which is all that really mattered to him. He might even be really falling for her. He was pretty much over Jane romantically, but he was still afraid he was going to hurt her. In the end, he knew he had to do what made him happy. Steven was looking forward to the wedding and the next stage of his life.
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