Swept Away

Lush Curves
2: Swept Away (A BBW Erotic Romance)

By Delilah Fawkes

Aolani

I spent a restless night thinking of him, the
thunder peals crashing through my room reflecting the turmoil in my own mind.
I’d nabbed one of Gavin’s old t-shirts from the closet and snuggled into it,
savoring his smell, still lingering in the worn cotton.

My hand traveled between my legs as I replayed
what happened in the kitchen again and again, feeling his lips on mine, his
rough hands ripping the buttons on my blouse, his stiffness rubbing against me
until I cried out in his arms.

I shuddered as I touched myself, imagining what
he’d look like wearing nothing but a smile. I knew I shouldn’t be entertaining
such thoughts--that he was my boss now, and I was about to be cooped up with
him on a long voyage--but I couldn’t help myself. I longed to see what his
chest looked like, to run my hands over the hard planes of muscle,
then
maybe let them wander downward...

I ran a hand over my breast, and winced. I looked
down to see a red mark on my cleavage and smiled in the dark. He’d bitten me
there. My last boyfriend had certainly never done
that
.

I shivered as pleasure welled up inside of me,
palming my nipple as I found release. Sure, I was alone, but that didn’t mean I
couldn’t imagine being with him, sharing his bed, if only for a few secret moments.

After another few hours of tossing and turning, I
gave up on a good night’s sleep
and
decided it was
time to greet the day. The wind quieted in the early morning, and the first
rays of dawn filtered through the porthole.

I shivered beneath the thin t-shirt, and rubbed my
arms. It didn’t sound like Gavin was up yet. I hoped I had time for a quick
shower before I had to face him again.

I snuck into the hallway, carefully closing the door
behind me, and listened. There was no sound from his room. Silence blanketed
the hallway. I tip toed to the bathroom at the end of the hall, and reached for
the knob.

The door opened as my hand stretched out, and I
stumbled forward, into what felt like a brick wall. That is, if brick walls
were made of tan skin over hard muscle, dripping wet, and smelling distinctly
of Gavin Fletcher’s cologne. I backed up, the t-shirt now clinging to my
chest,
suddenly very aware of the fact I wore nothing
underneath.

Gavin stood in front of me wearing even less, his
hands clutching a towel slung low over his hips.

“Aolani! What are you ... What are you doing up?”

His eyes trailed down my body, and I wondered if
he noticed the way the damp cotton was sticking to my curves. I crossed my arms
in front of me, felt the shirt sliding up my thighs with the movement, and quickly
lowered them again, tugging at the hem.

“I... I didn’t think you were awake,” I said.

I couldn’t stop my own gaze from traveling down
his body. The sight of his strong shoulders and chest, covered in droplets of
water, a sprinkling of hair covering his
pecs
before
trailing down his sculpted abs to the place just above the towel made my heart
thud in my ears. I sucked in a breath, my body responding to his closeness, my
nipples growing
hard
as I looked him over.

Drop the towel
, a part of my brain
whispered. I cleared my throat and looked away.

“The shower’s all yours,” he said, his voice
unusually low. He wiped a hand down his chest, shaking water droplets off and
grinned.

My mouth went dry, thinking about how badly I
wanted to touch him, to run my nails over the hard planes of his body, to
follow that trail down below the towel line and see what he had in store for me
beneath. He adjusted his grip, and I froze as the cotton drooped even lower.

“
Th
-thank you. Sorry,” I
said, brushing past him. “I mean, thanks.”

The hallway was narrow, and I accidentally rubbed
up against him, the curve of my ass brushing against his crotch as I slid by. I
noticed the stiffness beneath, and the way it jumped against me, and pressed my
lips together, fighting back a moan.

From his soft
exhale,
I
knew he’d felt it, too.

I hurried into the bathroom and pulled the door
shut, closing him out before I could do something we’d both regret.

***

After I’d dressed and combed my hair out, the
smell of fresh-brewed coffee lured me down the hallway to the yacht’s kitchen.
Gavin was humming something, the sound of his voice making me smile.

When he saw me round the corner, his grin made my
whole body tingle. He was dressed in a white, linen shirt and jeans, his bare
feet on the wood flooring completing his Casual Millionaire look to a t. I
almost wanted to laugh at the juxtaposition between him and his luxurious surroundings.
He didn’t exactly blend in with the granite countertops.

“Come on in. I’ve got caffeine and pastry, if
you’re hungry.”

I joined him at the counter, trying to stifle the
grin. Who was this man? He certainly didn’t act like any boss I’d ever had, or
like the stereotypical CEO I’d assumed he’d be.
Then again
, I thought as
I poured myself a cup,
he did fire that poor model without a second thought.
I chewed my lip and grabbed a cheese
danish
and a
napkin. Could someone so callous be kind at the same time?

Truth be told, I wasn’t sure what to make of Gavin
Fletcher just yet.

“Thank you,” I said, sipping my coffee. I sighed
as the hot liquid coursed through me. “Oh, God, I needed that.”

I was a serious caffeine addict, and could feel
the onset of my morning headache without it. Bless this man who’d anticipated
my need for my daily drug of choice.

“Refuel, lass. We have a long day ahead of us if
we’re to set sail on schedule.”

I cocked an eyebrow. “How soon is ‘on schedule?’”

“The crack of dawn tomorrow, if you’re able. Pack
up, set your things in order, and then meet me back here tonight so we can make
an early start.” He shoved a fat envelope across the table at me. “For your
expenses,” he said, grinning like a wolf who’d just swallowed its prey whole.

I took the envelope, peeked inside, and felt my
jaw drop. Inside was a stack of hundred dollar bills that made my palms sweat
just looking at it. There was at least $20,000 in cash in this envelope. Maybe
more.

I cleared my throat. “What... uh... what should I
be buying, exactly?”

“Clothes for a voyage, of course,” he said,
winking at me. “Bikinis,
lounge wear
, a couple of
formal numbers. The usual.”

“Right. The usual.”

Did he think this was normal?
I tried to
look casual, but felt my mouth going bone dry for the second time that morning.
I took another sip of coffee.

“Plus, extra in case there’s an issue with
your
rent, etc. I didn’t know what your housing situation
was like. Let me know if you need more, of course. Here’s my cell number,” he
said, handing me his card. “In case you need to reach me.”

He tore into a croissant and sat chewing and smirking
at me, his eyes twinkling with mirth. I toyed with the edge of the envelope,
running my fingers over it. Was he messing with me? Seeing how I would perform
under pressure? Or was he really just this clueless about how normal people
lived? No one I knew had ever bought an entire new wardrobe with cash in a
single day.

“Yes, Sir,” I said, and pushed back from the
table. “I’d better get going if I’m going to be ready to leave tomorrow.”

“Good girl,” he said. He pushed the
danish
toward me. “Don’t forget
breakfast. It’s the most important meal of the day, after all.”

I snatched the
danish
and rolled my eyes. “Thanks, boss.”

I was out the door and climbing down the plank to
the dock as quickly as I could go. I needed to form a plan, or I wasn’t going
to pull this off. Taking care of my apartment situation in a day was one thing,
but the shopping was completely out of my league.

I sighed, rubbing my hand over my forehead as I
approached my car. What on Earth was Gavin Fletcher thinking?

I plopped into the drivers’ seat and threw my
purse down next to me. The envelope full of cash fell out with a dull thud.

Then again, I did have $20,000 or more to spend as
I wished, courtesy of my crazy, rich employer. A smile crept over my face
before I could help myself. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

***

“He gave you
what?
”

“You heard me,” I said into my blue tooth headset,
smiling at the surprise in my cousin’s voice as I pulled into the luxury outlet
store parking
complex. “He’s insane. I have absolutely
no time.”

“Oh my God, Aolani. You are so lucky. I hate you.”

I laughed. “Shut up, Kali. You do not.”

There was an exasperated sigh on the other end of
the line. “You’re right.”

“Will you do it, though? Stay in my apartment for
me? I’ll pay for your flight today before I leave. It would be a huge help.”

“Of course, babe. I’ve been thinking a lot about
visiting, anyway. Explore what it’s like on the mainland, you know?”

“Hell, yes,” I said. “I owe you one, sweetie.”

“Yes, you do, and I
will
collect.” Kali did
her best evil villain laugh, and I cracked up, the tension in my chest
loosening for just a moment.

“Now you’d better get shopping before you turn
into a pumpkin.”

I groaned. It was already mid morning, and I’d
barely accomplished anything. I’d given the keys to my super and let them know
a friend was coming to stay while I was away, then paid two months’ rent in
advance, hoping that would cover me, watered my house plants, and packed some
toiletries. I still had so much to do, it made my head spin.

“Don’t forget to buy something slut-
ty
,” Kali sing-
songed
.

“Goodbye,
Kal
,” I said,
shaking my head. “Thanks again.”

I ripped the headset off and stared at the stores
sprawling out before me. I’d always meant to come to these outlets, but even at
discounted prices, I’d never been able to afford them. I stepped out of the car
and frowned. I hated shopping.

I’d often wished I didn’t have hips and breasts
like I did so I could wear whatever I wanted, like a model. If I were taller,
thinner... I wouldn’t avoid shopping for clothes like the plague. I mean, I
liked my body, most days, at least, but it was always so damn hard to find
something flattering when you carried some junk in the trunk. It was like
everything was made to fit a size 2, instead of a 12. The world was against me.

I edged my way into the first store. A gorgeous
woman with a small waist and killer curves approached me with a mega-watt
smile.

“Welcome to Lafayette 148. May I help you find
anything?”

I took in her cleavage-bearing top and
form-fitting skirt, before glancing around the store. “Actually, I need to buy
a full wardrobe in a hurry for a ... uh... a cruise, I guess, and I have no
clue where to start.”

The tall woman eyed me up and down with an
approving look before raising an eyebrow. “Honey, I’m going to take very good
care of you today.
My name’s Kenya.
What’s yours?”

“Aolani,” I said, my voice a breathy sigh of
relief.

“Aolani,” she said. “We’re going to get you put together,
girl. You’ve come to the right place.”

She smiled and gestured for me to follow.

***

The sun was just peeking over the horizon when I
pulled up to the docks and unloaded my luggage. I was wrestling with the
thought of leaving my coffee behind to roll all three bags onboard at once,
when Gavin Fletcher’s voice met my ears.

“You made good time, lass! Dawn it is.”

I glanced up at him, my eyes puffy from the early
hour. I was definitely not used to this.

“Yes, well, when the boss says jump, I say ‘how
early.’”

He laughed and trotted down the ramp to meet me,
the sound making my body tingle, even though I was still waking up. His hair
was damp from a shower, his button up shirt clinging to his muscular chest. He
was next to me in a moment, taking the handles of my luggage and dragging them
with him before I could protest.

“I’m impressed, Aolani. You didn’t call me
yesterday.”

“Should I have?” I followed behind him, sipping my
latte like it was a healing tonic. “I’m very capable of managing under pressure.
I have your change, by the way.”

“My change?” He lowered my bags onto the deck by
the cabin door and cocked an eyebrow at me.

I handed him the envelope, now noticeably thinner.
“Yep. After rent and clothing, I only had a couple thousand left, but here you
go.”

He eyed me skeptically. “You bought everything you
needed? Swimwear? Casual? Formal? The whole deal?”

“Of course,” I said, tilting my chin up to meet
his eyes.

The confusion on his face turned to a lopsided
grin that made my heart thump faster.

“Nice work,” he said. “If it’s anything like what
you’re wearing now, I’m very impressed indeed.”

I looked down and instantly felt the color rising
in my cheeks. Kenya had helped me find some flowing linen pants and a white
halter top
she said were perfect for a sea voyage. I’d
balked at first, but she’d insisted I looked like a movie star on holiday.

I swallowed hard. “Thank you,” I said, my voice
barely above a whisper.