5 Story Boxed Set: The Curves Love at First Sight Collection (BBW Love at First Sight Erotic Romance: Erotica with Curvy Girls & Gorgeous Guys) (5 page)

“Nervous?” he asked.

She laughed at that, attempting to compose herself. “Oh my god, can you tell?”

Fumbling with the duster, she dropped the dust cloth and it floated underneath the large table, “I’m so sorry,” she began. “It’s not like me to be so clumsy.” Looking away, she got down on the floor to retrieve the wayward rag.

“It’s quite alright,” she heard him say, his voice closer than before.

Clare looked up, and realized Mr. Taylor was standing dangerously close, his hand stretched out to assist her back up. She placed her hand in his, feeling the roughness of his palm and the strength of his grip as he helped rise to her feet.

“Thank you,” she smiled. “I don’t know what’s gotten into me.”

“Are you okay?” he asked.

Clare giggled at that. At the moment, she wasn’t. He was standing too close. How could she focus when he was so handsome? Her blood pressure rose as she cursed Jessica again for not warning her of his magnetism.

“I’m fine,” she lied. “I just need to get started with my cleaning.”

He smiled—his boyish grin melting her more than his sparkling eyes—and continued to hold her hand. She hadn’t even realized he hadn’t let go yet.

His fingers glided against hers as he slowly pulled away. The chemistry between them was electrifying, and she could feel the heat rise to her cheeks again. She shied away, before he could see how he was affecting her.

“Here,” he offered, sliding his hands over her shoulders, “let me make you more comfortable.”

Mr. Taylor moved behind her and gently massaged her shoulders. She quivered under his touch.

“Relax,” he told her, and she tried. She really did.

“Mr. Taylor…” she began, trying to escape his spell.

“Jason,” he whispered, too closely. “Please, call me Jason.”

“Jason…” she said with less confidence than she felt.

“Here, let me help,” he said softly.

She could feel his breath on her neck and he was charming her apron off already. It clung to her waist now as he untied the knot around her neck and let it fall.

Clare could feel her heart slow to a stop. What did he mean? Her pause must’ve alerted him of her confusion.

“I presume Jessica forgot to tell you?” he asked.

“Tell me what,” she inquired, hesitant to hear what other crucial information Jessica had failed to give her.

Clare tried to catch her breath as Jason’s hands moved down her back and loosened the tie around her waist. She heard the faintest chuckle under his breath as he did so.

“I was wondering why you were wearing that outfit,” he added, slipping the apron over her head. It fell to the floor by her feet. “Jessica doesn’t usually ‘dress’ for work.”

Clare’s heart resumed its beat, only now it was racing faster than before. This was not the job she was expecting.

“I’m sorry,” she apologized, reluctantly. “Jessica never mentioned it.”

How could her best friend have put her in this compromising situation? Never once did she mention getting naked! She had said she was well paid, and that he had particular tastes, but Clare hadn’t anticipated that that meant taking her clothes off.

“I hope you’ll still stay,” she heard him say, but her mind was still racing so fast she couldn’t form a response.

It was no wonder her friend got paid so much, she realized now. This was no ordinary job. She questioned what all was expected of her and came to one conclusion—Jessica was sleeping with Mr. Taylor!

Why wouldn’t she be? He was rich, handsome and this one little job had been paying her bills. Of course, if you ask a friend to cover for you, it seemed a pretty important detail to leave out of the job description.

“I—” she began, wanting so desperately to call the whole thing off, but as she turned to face him, his steely eyes helped sway her to stay.

“Do stay,” he whispered. “I really would love your company.” His fingers caressed her soft skin as his fingers slid along the straps of her dress down and around her shoulders.

A warm rush of pleasure surged through her veins, soaking her most secret of places. “Thank you,” she said, coyly, trying her best to dismiss how much he turned her on.

She wasn’t sure if it was right to stay. Under normal circumstances, she might have considered his compliments endearing, but it felt different coming from a man who was her…boss.

Clare tried to shake the thought of it. She had never been paid for sex before, and wasn’t entirely sure she was open to it. Her mind raced—thoughts of Jessica, losing the job for her, unpaid bills and being short on the rent began to mount.

Her eyes moved to Mr. Taylor and back. He was so handsome—the kind of man she would bed under any other circumstance. She tried to smile, the decision weighing heavily on her mind.

“Why don’t you take this off and stay awhile?” he suggested, tugging on her dress. “I’ll help you get more comfortable.”

Getting naked wasn’t her idea of getting comfortable, the thought alone was making her nervous again. She struggled for a solution, all the while melting slowly into Mr. Taylor’ arms.

What was the harm, she wondered. She was here now, he was devastatingly hot and besides, what was the worst that could happen? His arms were already wrapped around her.

“Okay,” she finally agreed, giving in to his requests.

A soft sigh escaped his lips as she turned toward him and peeled the straps of her dress from her shoulders. The air felt cool against her bare breasts as her dress slid down the curves of her body and it 
dropped on the floor near the recently discarded apron. She remained poised even though she felt vulnerable, standing there in nothing more than her panties and bra.

She kept her back to him as she stood there, unsure of what to do next. She thought she heard him take a deep breath as her clothes hit the ground, and it made her a bit giddy with excitement. This whole thing was so unfamiliar to her.

“So where would you like me to start?” she asked softly, not turning around. “What would you like me to do first?”

“What do you want to do first?” he asked her, his breath warm against her ear.

His answer made her feel a little better—to think she was in charge. If anything was going to happen between them, she was more comfortable knowing that she had initiated it. Besides, it gave her a chance to feel powerful in such an unexpected situation.

Hesitantly, she took a deep breath and then extended her hand back and placed it upon his hardness. Through his pants she could feel him warm and swollen. She slid her hand up and down just a bit and she thought she heard him moan.

The fabric of his clothes grazed her back as he moved closer, pressing his body against her from behind. He made her nervous still, not because he was intimidating, but because she found her mind wandering to think of all sorts of things she would like to do with a guy like him.

A moment passed and then she felt his hands glide down her back, tenderly caressing the soft curve of her hips, and then sliding further down until his hands were touching her round rear. Her body tingled everywhere he touched her, responding to his gentle yet demanding hands.

When his lips pressed gently against the nape of her neck, she gasped as little chills ran down to her stomach. He kissed her neck slowly and with each kiss, she squeezed his throbbing member just a bit harder.

“Clare, you feel so good…” he began, sliding his hands back up and across her waist, moving them up to her supple breasts. He cupped them, teasing her nipples under his fingertips until they swelled and hardened. His gentle touch made her quiver with excitement.

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “You know, you don’t have to—”

“Shh,” she hushed him, cutting him off, “You said I could decide what we do.”

She could feel the warm rush of desire between her legs and it surprised her. His touch did something to her—made her lose her inhibitions in a way she had never felt before. She wanted to feel bad about it, but his touch made her feel so good.

Caught up in it all, she turned toward those amazing eyes. His breath warm on her face, she met his gaze and their lips locked, hard and fast.

It was a long and passionate kiss, and his tongue was like velvet in her mouth. She wanted this, she decided. Mr. Taylor was a powerful man, and she was sure he was used to getting what he wanted too. But tonight, she was in control, and what she wanted was him.

His hands were powerful as well; with just one touch, he could make her panties wet. His manhood was commanding also, and she could feel it now, rising beneath her fingers.

Clare gasped between kisses, unfastening his pants and freeing his thick member. He was swollen and hard in her hand. “You’re so big,” she breathed with surprise before she could catch herself.

It was more than he could take. Hastily, he pushed her backward until she felt the edge of the table against her supple ass.

Lifting her up, he placed her on the tabletop in front of him and hungrily removed her stockings and soaked panties. Within seconds, he had taken them off and had her soft thighs spread wide in front of him.

“Oh, Mr. Taylor,” she moaned, as his fingers slid between her lips and opened her slit.

His thumb danced across her swollen bud, teasing her and sending thrills down to her toes. She felt a small fire build inside her as he teased her slowly.

He knelt down in front of her and she felt his mouth caress her little nub as his tongue tasted her wet desires.

“Oh yes, please,” she squealed.

Sliding her fingers through his thick locks, Clare gripped his hair and pressed his face harder between her thighs. His mouth was warm and moist, teasing and pleasing her in ways she’d never been pleasured.

He felt so good, sliding his fingers in and out of her sex, licking up the juices he coaxed from her as he buried his face deeper between her soft thighs. With every stroke of his tongue, she sighed in ecstasy. Her moans escalated as he brought her to the edge of all her desires.

“Oh, yes,” she squealed once more. “Right there, don’t stop,” she begged softly, her body tensed and on edge

Rocking her wide hips, he teased her and pleasured her with his mouth and tongue. She was so wet, so close to coming.

He kept up his relentless assault until she finally quivered. She felt it first in her little bud, then the feeling began to rise and the tingle surged down her tender thighs. She moaned and gasped as the orgasm tore through her, making body shudder with ecstasy.

“Oh, Jason,” she squealed. “Oh, yes!”

His fingers slipped deeper and faster inside her yearning desires as she came. Quickly, he buried his face once more, licking and sucking the juices from her as she clung to his head and shoulders, desperate and overwhelmed.

“Oh my god,” she moaned, her throbbing sex pulsing under his tongue.

As the warmth began to ebb, she started to notice his tongue teasing her again slowly and was surprised by the way her body responded. Slowly, her fire began to build again.

Justin wasted no time. He rose from her thighs and pulled her toward him. Her plump ass slid across the table, until it reached the edge. Her legs spread wide, and she gasped as she realized what he had in mind.

Her breath caught in her throat as he peeled his pants down and stroked his thick member. She just stared at his oversized shaft, and felt more wetness slip from between her legs as she thought about what he would feel like inside her.

“I want you inside me so bad,” she begged, bracing herself against the tabletop.

“Then turn over,” he told her.

Clare did what he said and slid off the table until her toes touched the ground. Before she could turn completely, she felt Jason’s hands on her hips guiding her around. Bending her forward onto the table, he pushed her feet apart a bit further, until her ass was in the air, ready for him.

“You’ve got such an amazing body,” he told her as his hands slid along her round hips and slipped between her plump thighs.

And then she felt him find her already swollen little nub again. He rolled it between his thumb and forefinger gently and Clare moaned. Pleasure ran through her body and she felt herself growing more and more excited with each touch.

“You like that?” he asked.

But before she could answer she felt him pinch her little bud a bit harder. She gasped as a bit of pain and intense pleasure coursed through her body.

Gasping, she swallowed before she answered. “Yes,” she moaned, she had never felt like this before and she realized she was losing control.

“I love how wet you are,” he moaned under his breath. “You have no idea what that does for me.”

He teased her gently, sliding the plump head of his hardness against her crease over and over again. She was so wet, so ready for him to take her. And with every stroke of his thick shaft between her throbbing lips, he was closer and closer to making her come. Still, he hadn’t penetrated the threshold of her deepest desires.

“Then, tell me what you want,” he breathed. “Tell me that you want me inside you.”

“Yes, yes, please,” she begged softly, surprising herself by just how much she meant it.

The warm, smooth tip of him slid between her tender thighs once more, pressing hard against her. Her face pressed hard against the tabletop, she locked her knees. She welcomed him between her thighs, and with one powerful thrust, he plunged deep inside her.

“Oh, Clare,” he moaned, plunging inside her over and over, “You feel so good.”

He did feel so good inside her, better than she had imagined. He filled her completely. She could feel every inch of him pressed firmly against her swollen pinkness.

“
You
feel so good,” she moaned, bucking back against him.

Jason’s hands were all over her, pulling her down over his thick member as he took her.

“Do you like that?” he asked between slow, steady strokes, just before he would pull far out and then plunge deep inside.

She did. She did like it. She loved it every time he buried himself deep inside her desires. With every thrust, she was closer to another climax.

Clare was swollen with pleasure, throbbing against his shaft as he filled her. Still, she pushed back, rocking to the rhythm of his stroke, riding him down to the base until he, too, was swollen with pleasure.