Body Worship: The Billionaire and the BBW: Body Heat Series Book 3 (5 page)

T
he bride was high maintenance
, but not through any fault of her own. She made the mistake of bringing way too many people with her, and none of them were shy about sharing their opinions. Especially her future mother-in-law. There was some tension there, but I couldn’t feel out the source. The hour I spent flipping through my look book of past designs was the most exhausting hour of the day.

“I know you mentioned wanting something non-traditional. What do you think of something like this?” I pull out a photo of an enormous bouquet of stargazer lilies.

“I love the color.”

“Maybe if you were having a beachside potluck,” the mother in law says. “I’d like to see something a little more sophisticated.”

I look to the bride for my direction. She nods in agreement and I pull out another photo. This monochromatic arrangement has calla lilies as a centerpiece, with other white accent flowers.

“Too boring!” The bride’s sister is the one offering the opinion this time.

The bride nods again.

“What about something like this?” I flip the page and I know it’s the one. The bride’s eyes widen and a little color pops into her cheeks. “It’s one of my favorites,” I say, wanting her to know she has someone in her corner. It’s not a lie. It’s a design that’s both modern and traditional at the same time. Hot pink roses in a tight cluster with white accents and vibrant green buds interspersed.

“It’s elegant and fun. Sophisticated and playful.” The members of her party are looking on and they all seem as thrilled as their friend is. But I can tell the mother-in-law is ready to pounce. I cut her off at the pass. “I’m not supposed to say this, but I know it will stay just between us girls.” I look around the room conspiratorially. “This is what I did for the President’s daughter a few weeks ago. And everyone raved about it.”

A smile breaks over the old woman’s face. “I think it’s perfect.” She actually leans over and hugs the bride, who looks ecstatic.

“Wonderful.” I make a few notes in the file and then close my notebook. “We’ll continue when I see you again on Wednesday.” I extend my hand to everyone in the party. I escort them from the private planning room back into the main store area.

“Evie. Perfect timing.” Jordan is standing behind the counter. “This gentleman wants to have a word with you.”

My next clients are waiting in the lobby, so I’m distracted with ushering the bridal party out and don’t even notice him at first. But then I catch Jordan’s eye and the look she’s giving me tells me I have a lot of explaining to do.

It’s him. Standing in the middle of my little shop. In a black short sleeve polo shirt that shows off his tan and hugs his biceps. Dark denim that shows off his trim waist and massive thighs. Our eyes meet and I’m fucking lost. Then I notice the women he’s speaking to, and my heart sinks.

They look like the kind of women a man like him dates. Perfectly colored and professionally styled blond hair. Perfectly manicured nails in a deep shade of purple. Perfectly made up and accessorized. Perfect. I’m suddenly aware of my unpolished nails, messy updo, and department store jeans. I want to dive behind the counter.

My planner clatters to the ground and papers skate across the floor. Like a true professional, I drop to my knees and start scrubbing around on the tile to collect them.

“Please, let me take care of that.” A charming smile spreads across his face as he takes my hand in his own and lifts me from the floor. I sink into a chair and he squats down, giving me the opportunity to admire his perfectly muscled ass. And I’m not the only one. The mother and daughter pair next to me are both staring at him unabashedly.

“You know Nash Manning?” The daughter mouths to me. I shake my head and then he’s back on his feet, presenting me with my planner and papers.

“I’m sorry to bother you at work,” he says. “But I had to see you again. Do you have a minute?”

“I don’t. My next appointment is already here.” I motion to the two women sitting next to me.

“We don’t mind a bit,” the young woman says.

“Take all the time you need,” her mother adds.

“That’s very generous of you,” I say as I lead him to my office. “This will just take a moment.”

He follows me inside and I close the door behind us.

“What are you doing here?” I struggle to keep my voice low. A mix of emotions are swirling through me. Surprise. Anger. Insane happiness.

“I have to admit, I thought you’d be happier to see me.”

“I suppose most women usually are.”

“Aren’t you even a little impressed that I found you so quickly.”

“You know my name and my career, and you had 12 hours and several billion dollars at your disposal. So no, I’m not terribly impressed.”

“I guess I’ll have to work harder.”

“I’m pretty sure I made it clear that I want to restrict our interactions to the club. And now my best friend and several clients know about you.”

“You’re a bright woman. I’m sure you’ll find some way to explain it.”

“What were you thinking coming here?”

“I can’t wait until the weekend to see you again.”

“Can’t you find someone else to stick your dick in during the week so I can run my business? I’m sure one of the blondes you were talking to out there would oblige.”

He examines me closely. “I detect a hint of jealousy. That gives me hope.”

I turn away. “I can’t do this now. I have clients waiting out there.”

“I’ll leave, and I promise not to come back here, if you give me your cell number.”

“You’re crazy.”

“Do you want to get rid of me or not?”

“Ugh.” I grab a slip of paper off my desk, scribble my number on it, and thrust it into his outstretched hand. He practically beams.

“You don’t know how happy you’ve just made me,” he says as he turns to leave.

He stops by the door. “Oh, I almost forgot.” He pulls a long slim jewelry case from his pocket and hands it to me.

“Let’s see if that does anything to impress you.”

I flip the case open and my jaw drops at the beautiful necklace within. Not because it’s crusted with diamonds or has an emerald the size of a marble. Instead, it’s a perfect hammered metal copy of the small bluebird tattoo on my hip. I didn’t think he had even noticed it, much less committed every detail of it to memory.

“How did you-“

“I’ll see you Friday, beautiful.” He says, and then he’s gone.

“
M
aria is coming
in to watch the counter this afternoon, and your 11:30 just cancelled, so let’s head into your office for some lunch and girl talk, because I have a feeling you may have left a few key details out this morning.” Jordan holds up a bag from a deli down the street and nods towards our shared office.

He showed up here. And brought me a spectacular gift. And he can’t wait to see me again. These new developments have left me terrified, but there’s also a new spring in my step. I need my best girl’s advice; it’s time to clue her in on everything.

“You better start spilling it, girl,” she says as she closes the door. She sinks into the chair next to me and portions out our food.

“Yeah. So, the guy that made me come like his own personal fuck doll wasn’t just any old stud. It was Nash.” I grab a few napkins and spread them over my lap.

“
It was Nash
. I love how you’re on a first name basis with the city’s most eligible bachelor and I don’t know about it until 12 hours later.” She takes half of the tuna salad on wheat from the wax paper and switches it out with half of the turkey club.

“I know! I know how crazy it is.” I pop open my can of Diet Coke and take my two halves of the sandwich from her, balancing the wax paper on my lap.

“Nothing good can come from fooling with a man like that. He can have any pussy he wants.”

“But right now he wants mine!”

She gives me some serious side eye as she pops open the bag of sea salt and vinegar chips and shakes a few chips out. “How many women has he slept with at the crazy club you went to the other night? Dozens?” She shakes her head. “Strike that. Probably hundreds.”

“Traditional sex isn’t really his thing,” I say. “It’s more that he puts on a performance with the women. Kind of a mutual masturbation type thing.”

She looks at me like I just sprouted an extra nose on my face. “You’re talking so crazy right now, I don’t even know you.”

“I know! It’s insane.” I tear into my sandwich and pause to chew. “Nothing good will come of it. I understand that. But he made me feel so hot and sexy, like I was the most irresistible woman on the planet. And you know how much I needed that.” Because she knows everything about me. Even the really bad stuff.

“What you need is to start dating a better class of men.”

“You’re right, I need to do better than the super hot billionaire who gave me several orgasms the other night, is now totally enamored with me, and stopped by to drop off a gift this morning.”

“A gift?” she perks up.

I hold up the necklace from around my neck and she leans in to inspect it.

“That looks just like-”

“I know, right?”

She leans back in her chair. “Well, shit.” She balls up the wax paper and throws it into the waste basket across the room.

I reach for the paper bag and rustle around in it. “Didn’t you get any cookies?”

“Nah, they were already sold out of the good ones. They only had raisin ones left.”

I grimace and we both dissolve into laughter.

“You know, I’m not trying to ruin your fun.” She puts her hand out, palm up, on the table between us. “I just don’t want to see you get hurt again.”

“I know. But I need this right now.” I lay my hand on top of hers and she squeezes it tight.

“Then go out and get it, girl.”

S
he chose
the smallest attachment this time, and I’m confused. Until I coax the first orgasm from her body. She lifted herself on her knees, edges forward, and guides the small appendage into her tight ass.

I lean forward in my chair. I don’t want to miss a second of this show.

She grinds her hips against the Sybian and throws her head back in pleasure. I play with the controls, varying the intensity of the vibrations and the tempo of the rotation.

“Oh God.” Her eyes roll back into her head and she moves her hands to her perfect tits. She cups them as she pinches her puckered nipples. Her mouth hangs open and she’s panting. I love how unguarded she’s becoming.

She jerks and gives a little squeak and I watch, mesmerized, as another orgasm tears through her. I hate that I’m in this chair, four feet from the thing I want most in this world. I should be kissing her neck, stroking her hair, holding her in my arms. She was made to worship, but I’m too chickenshit to get between her legs and do it. Not without an invitation. She’s opening up to me, but there’s still that part of her that’s like a fawn in the woods. You can lure her out with a perfectly ripe apple, but a sudden move and she’ll run forever.

I turn off the controls and give her a moment to recover. I rub at the bulge in my pants with the palm of my hand as she shifts her weight and arranges herself into a new position.

She’s spread open before my like a buffet, and I can’t stop my mouth from watering. She’s squatting over the toy as she leans back with her weight on her hands. It’s the most perfect reverse cowgirl I’ve ever seen. She spreads her legs wide for me, so I can see her spectacular pussy. Her outer lips are pale and swollen, and plump pink flesh peeks out from beneath them.

“Spread your pussy and show me your clit,” I say.

She gives me a wicked grin. “I think I’m going to need a hand. Or anything else you can spare.”

I’m kneeling between her thighs before she has a chance to change her mind. I run my hands up and down her perfect legs and then repeat the process with my mouth. I lick the salty sweat from her thigh and nibble her calf. I kiss her ankles and nuzzle her knees. I slide my hands under her ass cheeks as she grinds against the toy buried deep in her puckered hole. I knead her muscled flesh and she groans.

“My pussy. Please.”

I rub the pads of my thumbs against the tender skin between her inner thighs and labia, tracing slow circles and lazy figure eights while she bucks against me, eager for my touch. I pull her outer lips apart and she opens for me like a flower. Her clit is exposed to me, angry red and throbbing, but I’m not done teasing yet. I trace every wet fold with the tip of my index finger, my touch barely a whisper against her skin.

“Christ, you’re such a bastard.” Ecstasy and agony are mixed together in the grimace on her face. My finger strays lower, to her tight entrance, and I ease it into her wet cunt. I try to go slow, but she sucks me into her tight opening.

“You’ve got a greedy pussy,” I tease and then I put my mouth to work on her nipples while I give her a nice slow finger fuck, still avoiding all contact with her clit. I feel the vibrations from the toy in her ass as I suckle at her heavy breasts. I pull her nipples into my mouth, one at a time, and tug on them with my lips. She groans with pleasure and I increase my efforts.

I feel her heart pounding against her chest and her breath starts coming even faster. When she starts making sounds that are only vaguely human, I move my other hand to her pussy and pluck at her engorged clit. I feel her start to pulse against my finger and then she explodes on my hand with a gush of fluid when I pull my finger free.

I’ve never made a woman squirt before and it’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever done. I immediately want more. I slide two fingers into her and massage her clit with my thumb. It only takes a few strong strokes and her legs are shaking again and she gushes again when I pull my fingers out.

“I can’t take anymore.” She pushes my hands away and slides off the Sybian. I sit cross-legged and pull her onto my lap. I kiss her lips and tug on her nipples and then I snake my hand between her legs and drain a few more teaspoons of sweetness from her pussy. She lays there like a rag doll, curled against my chest, and then she lets one hand stray lower to my crotch and she palms my bulge.

“How are we going to take care of this?” she looks up at me through her long lashes.

“I want your pussy.”

She hesitates, and then looks away. “I can’t. Not yet.”

I turn her chin back to me, so we’re staring into each other’s eyes again. “I’ll wait.” I kiss the tip of her nose. “However long it takes. I’ll wait.”

The warmth returns to her eyes and she smiles. “I can do some pretty amazing things with my mouth, or my hands, or my tits, or my ass cheeks.”

“Decisions, decisions.” I kiss her mouth while she reaches down to unbuckle my belt.