Curves Envy - Alphas Love Curves: BBW Billionaire Romance (10 page)

Devin, Lia and Lexi will die when I recount tonight’s surprise encounter.

He could have spent the evening scanning the room for a chick to fuck, like many of my dates have done in the past, but he only seemed to have eyes for me. I don’t want anyone to burst my bubble—not immediately, anyway. I want to be able to relive this moment over and over again in my head. As I suspected, the second our skin touches, I turn into a molten lava cake inside.
The man has such an effect on me.

We walk hand in hand to the elevators in silence.

“Candice, I’m happy I didn’t have to wait until Sunday and I hope you’ll pop by Vanilla Beans to meet me again. I had a very pleasant evening.”

“I had a lovely evening as well,” I say shyly as we walk into the elevator. 

When we arrive at the forty-first floor a concierge greets us.

“Good evening, madam and sir. Are you members? I’m sorry for asking, but I’m still new at this position.”

“Not to worry, my friend. You’re doing your job. Yes, I am.” Maximiliano flashes an electronic card and the tall gentleman at the desk nods in approval.

“Please go right in. We had a few members earlier today, but it’s pretty quiet right now.”

“Excellent, I want to show my friend the spectacular view.”

“I’ve been working at this hotel for six years now and I never get tired of this view. Your friend will be as dazzled as the rest of us.” The concierge winks at me before flashing me a warm smile.

“Are you ready to be dazzled?”

I grab the hand Maximiliano extends and follow him inside the VIP members’ den. When I step into the opulent space I bring my hand to my mouth, amazed by the luxurious décor. The grandiose room is decorated in an inviting neutral palette. Two decorative ebony-colored wood panels separate the space’s three intricate areas and make the room appear bigger than it is.

“Is this a room where high-powered executives meet to hash out multimillion-dollar deals?” I’m speaking to him, but still scanning the room.

“Something along those lines,” he mocks. “It’s a place to connect with potential business partners. I belong to a few of these private clubs in New York and I must say, it does make a difference. Come to the back of the room with me. I want to show you a view of the city you’ve never seen before.”

He doesn’t wait for me to answer. He’s already dragged me to the other side of the members’ den and I gasp when my eyes land on the bright lights below me. “I didn’t know Manhattan could look this beautiful.” I turn around, still mesmerized by the city at my feet. He’s taken a few steps back and he’s casually leaning against a wall with both hands crossed over his chest.

“From where I’m standing, you’re the beautiful one.”

I instinctively bring my hands to my cheeks to hide how surprised I am by his compliment. He takes a long step towards me and pulls me against him before swerving and forcing me to walk backwards until my back hits the same wall he was standing against a few minutes ago. “As I’ve shared earlier, my friends call me Max and I hope since we’re no longer strangers, you’ll also call me Max.”

“Oh,” I whimper, too turned on to speak. I can barely breathe because I’m afraid I’ll kill the moment.
Get a grip, Candy.

“I keep bumping into you, Candice. Wouldn’t you say it’s fitting I get to know if you are as sweet as your nickname?”

“Maximiliano…”

“No, no, no, it’s Max,” he says softly as he presses his body closer to mine. I’m trapped between the wall and his tall frame.
God.
I tilt my hips forward in the hopes of creating some distance between us before I combust of desire, but instead I end up brushing against his hard cock.
Jesus.

“I… Well, Max, I don’t want to sound ungrateful for the attention, but I’m sure there must be a mistake. I mean, maybe this is a fun night out after a long day at the office and you’ll go home soon to your wife and twelve kids.” I don’t break his gaze.

“Twelve? You’ve given me quite a large family. Couldn’t you have started with a more manageable number like two or three?” He leans in closer to my lips.

“Uh. Maybe I went overboard. Does it mean you only have two or three kids?” I try to swallow, but my throat is as dry as sandpaper.

“Candice, like you, I’m
very
single.”

Oh, shit. Thanks, Lia, for sharing details of my personal life.

“Okay. Good to know,” I respond nervously. “Max, there are at least two hundred beautiful and thin women at the lounge. What are you doing here with me?” I can’t ignore the obvious—hot men go for hot women and unless this guy is blind, I don’t know what game he’s playing.

“I agree, there were quite a lot of gorgeous beauties at the lounge tonight, but it’s a typical occurrence in a trendy place like the Brinkley Lounge.”

“I see.” I bite my tongue to hide my disappointment. Here I was thinking he only had eyes for me, but he’s been checking out women all evening long.
You’re so silly, Candy. You may scrub up nicely, but you’re no supermodel.

“Here’s the thing, Candy, there’s only one of those beautiful women who has sexy curves threatening to make me lose my mind and I’m looking at her right now.”

He must be pulling my leg. After struggling for years with men and my self-esteem about my weight, I can’t have possibly bumped into a hot guy who likes women with curves. For crying out loud, this isn’t a Harlequin novel.

He glides his hand down my shoulder and stops between my breasts. “You’ve been teasing me since we met in the lobby by exposing your luscious full boobs. Don’t think I didn’t notice your perfect pink nipples peering through the sheer fabric of your bra.”

“It was an accident,” I plead, caught between panic and insatiable desire.

“Shhhh.” He brings his index finger to my lips and silences me. “I haven’t been oblivious to the way your black silky dress clings to your round hips.” He moves his hand to my hip so quickly I’m caught off guard. “Although the room was packed, your fragrance has been wrapped around me all night long.”

“Max…” Fuck, this is so hot. I can’t remember the last time I was this turned on. I swear I could scoop my juices trailing down my thighs.

“Yes, Candy?”

I want to beg him to stop, but I can’t. I desperately want to continue engulfing myself in his sweet words. I don’t care if I’ll wake from this dream tomorrow. For now, I want to lose myself completely in him.

“Did you have something to confess?”

No. Please don’t stop.

His eyes are burning mine and his gaze is making me feel so vulnerable—almost as if he can read my mind. He runs a finger down my cheek and I close my eyes for a second, savoring the moment.

“Your skin is as soft as it looks. I have a thing for beautiful curvy women with big green eyes and soft skin.”
He does?
“I’m certain we were destined to meet tonight and discover more about each other.”

I nod my head, unable to respond, and my eyes widen when it becomes clear he’s going to kiss me. There’s a part of me desperate to bust the doors to this VIP room and run down forty-one flights of stairs in my four-inch heels to escape this burning passion, but I don’t even bother to pull away. This sensual electricity running through us is so strong, I can only offer my mouth to him.

He kisses me, soft and gentle at first, before demanding my mouth more forcefully.

Damn. He’s an incredible kisser.

Without warning, Max pulls at the sash of my black wrap dress and he takes a step back to study me. I’m very aware of the dim lights in the room revealing every part of me and I flush. I look away, embarrassed by my own personal fears about my body image and by how much I want this stranger.

“Wow. You look sensational. Would it be too forward of me to reveal your suggestive bra and your sexy panties are making me hard?”

Would it be too forward of me to reveal I’d walk on my hands and knees to stick your cock into my mouth?

“You’re going to make me blush with all your compliments.”

He takes a step towards me and pushes open my dress. His gaze is burning mine as he sensually cups my breasts.
Damn.
Even through my bra, his fingers send a thrill through me.

“Ahhh.” I exhale.

“You might be a little shy, but you’re not completely indifferent to me.”

Are you kidding me? Do you know how much I want you right now?

He pushes down my bra and reaches for my exposed breasts. A spike of arousal shoots straight down to my pussy.

“Your luscious tits are insanely erotic,” he murmurs, his thumbs circling my hard nipples.

“Oh, gosh, Max, I don’t know…” I met the guy a few hours ago and now I’m making out with him on the forty-first floor of a high-end hotel in a swanky private room overlooking one of the most beautiful cities in the world. This stuff never happens to girls like me.

“No, Candy. Don’t even try to deny our strong mutual attraction.”

“Mutual attraction?”

“Uh-huh.”

My panties are dripping at this point. There’s no going back.

He strokes my boobs, his palms so big he can hold my double Ds fully. “When I caught sight of these, I had to restrain myself not to reach out in the middle of the lobby and grope them like a horny teenage boy.” He flashes a side grin. His fingers circle my nipples and then gently roll the peaks.

“Ahhh.” I tilt my head back against the wall as his touch causes my pussy to clench hard.

His eyes on my face, he increases the pressure until I bite my tongue to alleviate the agony raging inside me.
Dear Lord.
He knows exactly what he’s doing. He’s painting me like one of Peter Paul Rubens’ extravagant Baroque-style masterpieces, each stroke deepening the intensity of the moment. “Max,” I whisper, shivering as new sensations travel throughout my body.

“Is it too much?” he asks softly.

“I’m about to erupt.”

“Good. It wouldn’t be fun if I was the only one taking pleasure here.”

His hands are all over me and they’re causing my body to flame out of control.
No, I can’t succumb to the charms of a complete stranger.
Good girls don’t fool around with men they barely know. Why do I want him inside me with more intensity than I’ve ever wanted any man before?

“Fuck, you’re sweet,” he grunts.

Without warning he grabs both of my arms and brings them over my head.

“Oh,” I let out when his cock presses against my stomach.

Clasping my wrists with one strong hand, he pushes me against the wall. I’m a prisoner. There’s nowhere for me to run. I struggle at first, unsure of this rough play, but his grip tightens. Fear swirls through me even though my pussy is tingling with excitement.

“Let me go.” My voice comes out husky and unconvincing.

“Do you want me to or should I continue?”

“I don’t know.” I do know, but I’m afraid of admitting aloud how fucking turned on I am right now.

“If you’re not enjoying this, we can leave right now. The choice is yours.”

He doesn’t wait for an answer. He’s already shoved my bra up with his free hand. He runs his long fingers around my hard nipple then the other. He’s merciless. My nipples tighten with every touch and my pussy pulsates with every breath I take.

“You… Oh… Your fingers…” I’m unable to string a sentence together because my brain is so occupied by the colliding sensations rushing through me.

“You like what I’m doing to you?” He plays with my boobs as his hazel eyes catch every flicker of excitement on my face. “You’re so vulnerable in this position. You know, with your hands restrained, I can pretty much do anything I want to you.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m the one in control right now.” He grins as he narrows his eyes.

Instinctively, I struggle. After a few seconds I realize I’m going nowhere. He’s much taller than I am and his grip is unyielding, his strength overpowering. Each one of my futile attempts shoots a current of excitement through me until my aching pussy clenches with need.

“Don’t worry. I like to play rough. I’m not going to hurt you.”

I stare up at his intense gaze and I pant.

“I’ve been waiting all night long to suck on these.” He chuckles before lowering his head towards my chest and pushing my boob inside his mouth while groping the other possessively.

“Fuck,” I exhale.
God, Candy, what are you doing? You don’t even know him.

“I could suck on your tits for days without ever taking a break, Candy.” He sucks my breast again.

I press my back so hard against the wall when he bites down carefully on my nipple.
Shit.
The sharp pain is so intoxicating; it sends a sizzling rush straight to my clit, hitting me with such force I want to pull at his hair for salvation, but then I remember I’m shackled.
Oh yes, God. Thank you.

“Max, your tongue is going to make me forget my name.”

He chuckles instead of answering me, unwilling to let go. He licks my swollen peak, his tongue hot, his breath cooling my feverish skin. I close my eyes and arch my back uncontrollably, pushing my boobs upward.

“Oh, yeah. Your beautiful tits are going to make to lose my mind,” he murmurs, switching to my left breast until both are swollen. I’m burning up and drowning at the same time.

He lifts his eyes to catch mine and I can’t help but notice the mischievous look on his face. “I’ll have to buy you a new pair of these,” he says.

Huh?

I don’t have time to react. Taking hold of my turquoise panties, he rips one side, then the other, and yanks the shredded fabric from under me before tossing them over his head. The sliding sensation of the fabric pulling at my juices nearly sends me over the edge.
This is the most erotic makeout session of my life.

“They were nice and all, but your glorious pussy is far more delectable.”

Oh, my God. This can’t be happening. A hot single guy who happens to love curvy women is all over me like a drifter who hasn’t had a sip of water in weeks.

“Mmmm.” His eyes are locked into my pussy as he licks his lips, stroking his chin like a winner-takes-all at an international poker tournament. “Good girls don’t shave bare. It seems there’s a vixen inside you.”