Curves Envy 4 - Curvy Conquest: BBW Billionaire Romance (7 page)

“Yes, of course,” he says. “I also believe it’s the ideal path forward for all parties concerned.”

I couldn’t agree more.
I spread open my legs, exposing myself to him.
Take a good look, honey.
I smile at him, biting my lip, and he gives me a mischievous half-smile in return. One of my hands travels higher, cupping my boobs and squeezing. The other pushes the center of my panties aside and I run two fingers across my wet skin.

Max coughs as he widens his eyes and fumbles for his water. “Brandon, it sounds like we’ll be able to meet in the middle.”

Damn.
I begin moving my hand, thinking of his long fingers grasping the glass, those very same hands grabbing my full hips and waist and thighs when he pounded me yesterday in front of the floor-to-ceiling window right behind him.

I move faster, tilting my head back against the chair and closing my eyes. I do my best to muffle the sensual sounds coming from me by biting down on my lip, but my body betrays me and a tiny moan escapes. I imagine his strong hands, his muscular forearms tensing as his fingers move inside me. I vividly remember how I came apart when his tongue lapped at me yesterday on this same desk, his gaze locked into mine the whole time as my body climaxed.

I slowly meet his gaze. Max isn’t watching my hands, he’s taking in every single expression flashing across my face as I’m about to lose my mind. His hazel eyes are dark and nearly indecent. They’re solely focused on observing me take pleasure.

“Argh,” I groan.

Sweet Mother of God.
Even though my climax is overwhelming, it still pales in comparison to the way I lose it when Max teases my clit with his fingers or his lips.
He really owns my orgasms
.

At some point, Max must have ended his call with Mr. Hatcher because my breath sounds too loud in this silent office. When I regain my senses, Max sits across from me, his mouth gaping and his hands gripping the arms of his chair as if he’s riding the scariest fairground ride.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he hisses.

I grin, brushing a loose strand out of my eyes. “Do I have to spell it out?”

His brow lifts. “I guess not,” he says, getting up and circling the desk to stand over me. “If you think I’m going to allow you to tease me so mercilessly, you’re dead wrong,” he continues, gripping my arm and lifting me up before slamming my body against his. “You think your little performance was amusing? I have a raging erection I’m dying to relieve, love.”

“From what I can tell, you enjoyed my little performance,” I answer defiantly.

“You’re right. And I’m sure you’ll love it when I take your ass as punishment.” With one swift movement, Max flips me over and pins me face down on his desk.

“What? You can’t be serious.”

“You’ve pushed me and it’s now time for me to return the favor.”

Before I can answer, we hear a knock on the door and we both freeze. And then a voice speaks.

“Max, it’s Elliot. I have the urgent report you needed for your upcoming call with Mr. Hatcher.”

We both hold our breath for a few seconds until my boyfriend breaks the deafening silence.

“My VP of finance just saved your ass—literally.”

Max takes a step back and straightens his expensive suit. I pick myself up and follow his cue by smoothing my dress back down my thighs and combing my fingers through my hair.

“I guess I got lucky.”

“For now, anyway.” His voice trails as he runs a finger between my breasts. “Just thinking of what I’m going to do to your tight little asshole to compensate for the fact I had to watch you come all over your hand while I was on an important call makes the waiting so worth it.” He grins.

God, it was supposed to be an innocent tease and now he wants to claim every part of me.

Chapter 5

I’m floating on air by the time I return to
Sassy
magazine after my little saucy show at my boyfriend’s office. This is the second day in a row Max and I spent lunch enjoying each other. I guess today, I was the one enjoying myself.

I have a sneaking feeling my performance and the fact that he wasn’t able to come prompts him to send this text message at forty-thirty this afternoon. It read like a plot in a mystery novel.

I’m conducting a phone interview with an up-and-coming plus-size designer from Boston when the message flashes on my phone. I grab my iPhone as I prop the landline securely between my ear and my neck. For a few seconds I forget all about the person on the other end of the line because I’m engulfed by Max’s invitation.

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You’re not getting away with murder. What you did this afternoon is a blatant call for punishment. Let’s finish what you started. Meet me tonight at seven. I’ll have the driver pick you up. Wear those naughty white garter belts with the blue bows you had on earlier today. You want to play? Let’s do it right.

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I have to bite off a smile in order to avoid being too obvious about how excited I am about Max’s saucy plans. Right after work, I rush home to get ready for my impromptu rendezvous with Max at a secret destination in the city. After taking a few minutes to reapply my makeup and coif my hair
à la
Adele, I slip into an elegant navy blue
dress, which I pair with hot pink sandals adorned with sparkled high heels and platforms. The shoes are playful enough to offset the demure and classy dress.

As predicted, Max’s driver arrives at six-thirty sharp to take me to meet my boyfriend. The chauffeur swerves through the side streets to avoid traffic and to my surprise the drive is smooth and I don’t have much time to get lost in my thoughts.

When I arrive in front of a renovated building in the fashion district, I grab my phone and text Max to let him know I’m outside. As I wait for him to come down, I anxiously focus on my high heels. My head snaps up at the sound of the heavy metal door sliding open. As he approaches me, he flashes me a radiant smile and I instantly melt.
I can’t believe this handsome and dashing man is my boyfriend.

“Max.”

“Baby, you look stunning,” he says, bending to kiss my cheek. “And you smell amazing—like a bouquet of gardenias. God, my girlfriend is hot.”

I didn’t think it was possible for him to get even more attractive, but the proud grin that stretches across his face right now does just that.

“Thank you,” I respond shyly.

“Come on, let’s go inside.” He smiles at my reaction as he pulls me in the direction of the door.

I’ll admit although I’ve been seeing Max for months now, we’ve never met at a strange deserted location like this and I’m a bit nervous at what he has planned for me. I suspect he might have picked up on my uneasiness. We ride the short elevator ride in silence and I can’t help but glance sideways at him to see if he’s also consumed by this heavy sense of anticipation pulsing all around us. Each floor heightens my excitement and I can’t wait to discover what he has planned for the night.

The doors open directly into a warehouse, but instead of moving forward, I turn to face him.

“Max,” I say, nodding toward the large room in front of us, “I know you talked about punishing me for my naughty ways, but I’m not walking into a dungeon with whips, chains or nipple clamps, am I?”

His boisterous laugh fills the space. “What do you know about nipple clamps?”

“I know plenty. I’ve had my fair share of discussions with my friends and I know all about this kinky world of Doms and subs.”

“Jesus, Candy, you shock me. As much as I like sex rough, raw and relentless, I promise, tonight there will be no shackles or whips.” He grins and slaps my ass before he walks past me to lead us inside.

“Wow,” I say, blushing as I cross the threshold. “What is this place?”

“This whole building belongs to me. This is our storage facility, but this upper floor has always been empty for some reason. It’s such a contrast to the rest of the floors, which are crammed with merchandise.”

“It’s beautiful.” I take in the room.

“You like it?”

“How can I not?”

“It was last-minute, so it’s not as elaborate as I would have liked it to be, but I think it will do for tonight. I called in a favor from a set designer I know and she sent her team to spruce up the place and transform it into a romantic wonderland.”

I walk into the room and turn slowly, taking in every corner—the raw silk purple drapes against the cement walls, gorgeous antique furniture, the round table at the back of the room decorated like something you’d expect to see between the pages of
Elle Décor
, the large silver bucket filled with ice and bottles of champagne, the bouquets of flowers propped on little tables, the large gold mirrors and a velvet grey chaise in the middle of the room. It takes me a few minutes, but I recognize the beautiful melody playing in the background. “It’s
Take Me To Church
by Hozier.”

“Yes. I love this song and his entire album.”

“You did all this for me?” I gasp, turning around to face him and holding my chest.

“Of course,” Max responds, closing the gap between us.

“Why?” The word escapes my mouth before I can catch it.

He smiles down at me warmly. “You said something earlier when we met at my office. It bothered me so much because it made me realize perhaps you don’t understand how I feel about you.”

“What could I have said that would give rise to this royal treatment?” I ask, puzzled. “You spent most of your time talking to Mr. Hatcher while I played with myself,” I add daringly.

“I’m not about to forget that conversation anytime soon. The imagery of you coming all over your hand in front of me is etched in my memory forever, love.”

“Your text suggested you were going to punish me tonight. If this is your definition of punishment, bring it on.”

“I was going to teach you a lesson tonight, but your words haunted me too much. I couldn’t ignore them. Right after you left my office, I called a few key people who started the ball rolling and set the stage for this magical night.”

“I can’t remember what I said. Please refresh my memory.” As much as I try, I can’t recall what I might have said that would cause Max to pamper me like this.

“Before I pulled you into my office earlier today, you confessed you didn’t think I had told anyone about us. You seemed to believe I was keeping you as my dirty little secret, but I’m not.” He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear.

“Oh.”

“Candy, from the moment I saw you walk into Vanilla Beans on a bright Sunday morning, your luscious curves have been the only ones I’ve craved.”

“Uh…”

Max frowns and cocks his head to the side. “You and I seem to have this ongoing misunderstanding—I know exactly how I feel about you and you seem determined to think I don’t.”

“Well…”

“Isn’t it not obvious?”

“Max…” I’m so overwhelmed by the moment, I can’t continue. There’s a part of me that believes him, but there’s still a small part of me that doubts such a dreamy guy could fall for a girl like me.

“You can be so stubborn at times, Candice.” 

He hasn’t called me by my full name in such a long time. Why is he being so formal?

“I’m not. It would have been okay with me if you felt it was more appropriate to hide our relationship from the people you work with.” It’s not as if it would be the first time a boyfriend has kept me as his little secret.

“Yeah, but it wouldn’t have been acceptable for me to keep the woman I love in hiding. I want everyone to know how crazy I am about you.”

“Wh-what?” I choke on those words as I take a step back. I’m so astounded by what I thought I heard, I stumble. Max leaps towards me and catches me like a white knight and brings me back to my feet.

“Is it something I said?” he mocks.

“You… Are you joking? I mean… You do realize…” I don’t even know how to approach this.

“Yes, I’m fully aware of the fact I brought you to this romantic location to declare my love to you, Candice. I don’t want you to ever have any doubts about the fact you’ve been occupying my thoughts since I first tasted your lips on the forty-first floor of the Bymark Hotel.”

“Did you really say you loved me or am I dreaming?”

“Well, I guess a little of both since you’re the woman of my dreams and I do love you very much.”

His words are like fuel to a fire. I open my mouth to respond, but I’m so utterly shocked, I can’t string together a coherent sentence.

After a few seconds of silence, Max searches my eyes for an answer, but I’m so taken by the moment I let my tears speak on my behalf. “Baby, you’re crying. I hope they’re tears of joy.”

I inhale deeply and find the presence of mind to finally speak. “Max, I think I fell for you the morning you shared the story about how you ended up with such an intricate tattoo on your left arm. There’s such a dichotomy about you—you’re the sweetest man I’ve known and you’re the raunchiest lover I’ve had. I love you so much.”

“You were so quiet there. You had me worried.”

“You caught me by surprise, Max.”

“Good. I hope you’ll never doubt how I feel about you again,” he says, gazing at me with such intensity.

“I promise.”

He leans in and brushes my lips with his. I can never get enough of his sweet kisses. I pull him closer into me and I respond voraciously to his passion.

A clink in the background interrupts the romantic mood. Since I’ve arrived it’s the first time I’ve taken in the smell of food and I realize we’re not alone in this spacious room. “Is there someone else here?”

“Yes. You didn’t think I was going to cook dinner myself, did you?” he teases.

“We’re having dinner here?”

“I couldn’t possibly declare my love to you on an empty stomach.”

“Of course not.” I grin.