Curves Envy 4 - Curvy Conquest: BBW Billionaire Romance (6 page)

Chapter 4

I’m sitting in the same boardroom in Max’s office as yesterday, trying my best to focus on what Pamela Fletcher is saying, but relieving our evening of non-stop sex is so much more pleasurable.

The little appetizer we had in Max’s office didn’t sustain us long. After a busy day, I rushed to Max’s place and he spent most of the night ravishing me. When we woke up this morning, Max declared it would be inconceivable for him to go to work without another round. I’ve been so unlucky in love so far in my life and I still pinch myself every day that an ordinary girl like myself could end up with a devastatingly sexy boyfriend who loves and appreciates my curves. I guess Devin was right all along—there are rich and powerful men who want a woman who’s not all skin and bones.

I’m still daydreaming when all of a sudden I realize the room has gone quiet and Pamela is staring at me. Her lips are moving, but I was so taken by my daydreaming, I missed what she said.
Crap.

“Candy, what do you think?”

Pamela is one of the senior project managers who worked with Deidra organizing the Miami photoshoot last month and right now she’s looking at me with a puzzled face.

Huh? I was so totally not paying attention.

“Pamela, I’m sorry. I was thinking of a few story angles and obviously I got carried away,” I say, trying to save face.

“No problem. I get it. There are so many incredible possibilities with these new lines. Not to mention these brainstorming sessions always leave me buzzing with creative ideas. I was wondering what you thought of doing a tandem feature about the swimsuit and the model wearing it. You know, as a way to get the readers to connect more with our curvy models?”

“Oh. Yes. What a great idea. It would be awesome to do an email interview where the models would answer a set of specific questions about themselves and we could share those tidbits with our readers. They’ll jump at the opportunity to know more about their plus-size idols.”

“Excellent. I’m happy you agree.”

Since Rio Moda happened on the heels of the photoshoot in Miami, Max’s team and I haven’t had a chance to hash out the editorial angles until today. Yesterday’s three-hour meeting was far too heavy to keep going. Luckily, Deidra booked these two meetings one day apart to give us time to process our creative sessions. Although Deidra is a no-show again today, this meeting is running smoothly without her. Even my few moments of distraction haven’t affected the tempo of this animated meeting.

Deidra and Max are meeting with buyers from Saks Fifth Avenue and Macy’s this morning to discuss expanding their collections in both retail giants, so obviously, they couldn’t be present for the brainstorming session. I much prefer it this way.
If Max were in the room, everyone would be able to feel the insane energy between us.

Pamela launches back into a lively spiel when my phone flashes a message. I furtively look down, hoping no one will notice my eyes shifting. Max’s name pops up on my screen. I don’t want to be too blatant about it, so I quickly scan his message.

We’re heading back to the office right now. Your meeting should end in about thirty minutes. I expect you to be knocking at my door right after.

I beam. If today’s appetizer is as decadent as yesterday’s, I’ll leave here with two if not three additional climaxes under my belt. I casually drop a notepad on top of my iPhone to avoid attracting too much attention as I type a few words.

Can’t wait.

* * *

One thing I admire about meetings at Max’s office is how efficiently they run. At
Sassy
magazine, an hour-long meeting can easily run over by twenty minutes and sometimes more by the time everyone adds their two cents. I think it’s because we’re all so passionate about fashion, but at Max’s office meetings always conclude on time and we’re all assigned a specific set of tasks. Any additional feedback must be shared on a virtual chatroom. When Pamela announces everyone is invited to the lunchroom for refreshments, I take that as my cue to go up to Max’s office.

Luck is on my side because I’m able to ride solo all the way to the top floor. When I get off the elevator, I turn to the left and then to the right to make sure no one might see me heading towards Max’s office. Although we’re officially boyfriend and girlfriend, I still get nervous at the idea of people in his office seeing us together. When I feel the coast is clear, I dash to the location of our midday rendezvous and knock three quick times. He opens the door and greets me with his signature sexy smile.

“I came up the minute Pamela announced the meeting was over.”

“Good. Why are you whispering?” Max grabs my arm and drags me inside his office before locking the door behind me.

“I don’t want people knowing we’re together.”

“This is the executive floor, Candy.”

“Exactly my point.”

“My assistant and my top people know we’re dating, love.”

“Huh?”
Did he just say he’s confessed to people we’re dating?

“Yes. I don’t want anyone bumping into us and making up their own story.”

“But yesterday you had Deidra come to get me and bring me to you.”

“Simply because your phone was off, love. Had it been on, you would have read my text messages like you did today. I didn’t want to walk into the room where you and my team were meeting because that would have been way too distracting.”

“So people know about us?” I’m so shocked. I mean, I love the idea of being his girlfriend but for some reason I thought he was keeping what we shared a secret. “I assumed you wanted to keep the fact we’re dating private…” I trail off, lowering my eyes.

“Look at me, Candy,” he commands. “Do you remember in Miami, I told you I didn’t want us to play hide-and-seek anymore?”

“Yeah, but…”

“But what? I’m happy to keep things quiet when it comes to your work because I don’t want anyone to confuse what we share with the fact I’m spending a boatload of money with
Sassy
magazine, but it’s okay for my people to see us together.”

“It is?”

“Absolutely. Why in the world would I want to hide what we have?”

“Oh.”

“Don’t ever doubt the way I feel about you,” he says, trailing the contour of my lips with his finger.

“I’ll try not to,” I answer shyly, focusing on his impeccable shoes.

Max is such a sharp dresser. His tailored dark grey suit fits him like a glove. I must say his colorful silk tie complements the classic VIP look. His calmness is such a contrast to the raging wild man who devoured me this morning before leaving for work.

“We don’t have much time together today. I have an important call in about forty-five minutes and I can’t possibly make it through the rest of the day without tasting you.”

“Wasn’t this morning satisfying enough?”

“Oh, it was, but I’m greedy. I want more.”

“Max…”

“Candy, you can’t possibly refuse me the pleasure of enjoying your curves.”

The raw energy I read in his eyes surprises me. No man has ever made me feel so wanted before.

“Well…” I start.

Max interrupts me before I can finish my thoughts. “I have big plans for you, baby.”

“You do?”

“Oh, yes.”

“What did you have in mind?” I ask flirtatiously.

“I’m going to start by fucking your mouth like a beast and then I’ll shove my cock right here so I can mark you as mine,” he says, trailing his finger between my breasts. “Just thinking of what I’m going to do to you is making my cock very hard, sweetness.” I read the carnal desire in his eyes as he squeezes his cock with every word. “I want to watch you lick the head of my dick while I fuck your tits.”

“Max, you know what your dirty talking does to me.” He’s barely touched me, but his words have a potent effect on me.

“I want to see you lose control at my mercy,” he hisses, grabbing me by the waist and grinding against me.

“Um, I think I’m already losing control.”

“Good, because I needed you an hour ago but now I’m dying,” he whispers, ducking his head to suck my neck, my jaw, my lower lip in one sensual stroke.
God, I love his hands on me.

“I don’t think we should make this sex at work a habit,” I gasp, turned on like a lightbulb. “Why don’t I give you a quick peck on the lips and let you get back to your day.” I chuckle as I squeeze his cock.

“You know, you’re such a tease—”

Max is cut off as the phone on his desk rings. We stare lustfully at each other, both of us breathing heavily.

“Damn phone. I’m sure it can wait.”

By the fourth ring, it’s clear whoever is trying to reach Max isn’t going away. When his eyes turn somber, I seriously think he’s considering throwing me down on the desk and taking me before he even answers his call. Still glaring at me, he sighs and takes a step back before he reaches for the phone.

“Yes,” he barks sharply into the receiver, his eyes never leaving mine. “Alicia, of course I’ll speak to Mr. Hatcher if he has an urgent matter and he can’t make the scheduled call. His call is forty-five minutes early, but I can’t wait another week before speaking to him. Put in through immediately.”

Alicia Blackstone is Max’s personal assistant. She’s a perky thirty-four-year old brunette with two sets of twins—all boys. I still don’t know how she finds the energy to hold down a full-time job and juggle motherhood, but she assures me it’s all about hiring great help at home. Not to mention her husband’s income as a professional comedian doesn’t always cut it when it comes to feeding four hungry mouths.

“Mr. Hatcher. No, these things happen. I don’t mind booking another longer meeting next week, but I feel strongly about us touching base today.” Max lowers himself into his leather desk chair, and I linger to see if he wants me to stick around until he finishes his call or if I should head out for lunch on my own. I gesture to the door and he holds up his index finger for me to wait before he slides it over his pen and starts scratching a few notes.

“Are you sure you want me to stay?” I ask quietly, tracing the side of his desk with my finger.

He nods once before speaking into the phone. “Brandon, I’m aware of this, but right now I need to find a way to cut back on my shipping cost for my garments because it’s eating into our profits.” The deep commanding tenor of his voice vibrates down my spine and up again. “We’re a great client and I’d hate to have to get my guys to look for a new carrier company.”
God, he sounds so powerful.
I fan myself to bring down my body temperature. Standing here in front of him while he conducts business makes me feel like an undisciplined schoolgirl who’s been summoned to the principal’s office.
Sure, I’ll just stand here looking pretty.

I fold my arms across my chest and exhale. He looks up at me and does a slight double-take, his eyes dropping to my hem. When he looks back up, his lips part slightly, as if he would ask me something were he not busy speaking to Mr. Hatcher. He grabs a wooden ruler from the top of his desk that looks more decorative than practical and uses the edge to push aside the hem of my wrap dress. His eyes widen when he sees my new garter belt.

Oh, yeah, he left before I got into the shower and he had no idea I was ready for our kinky lunch.
When Max left his penthouse for another early-morning meeting, I took advantage of the quiet time to make myself pretty for our lunch date. I selected a teal dress that cinches at the waist with a thin belt. The bell-shaped sleeves are particularly flattering and hit me right above the elbow. I love this design from Max’s collection because it was cut on a woman who has ample curves and it shows in the way it fits me so well. I paired the bright wrap dress with white lingerie. I selected this one because I knew the little blue bows adorning the garter belt would drive Max insane. I guess you could call it virginal white with a touch of naughty.

“I’m sure your people can work with my people,” he murmurs into the phone, letting the lower part of the dress fall. “I’m sure you can appreciate as those divisions grow, the burst in our sales will greatly benefit your company as well.” Max’s eyes move up my body, darkening along the way. My heart pounds like crazy as wanton abandonment washes over me
. I don’t know if he’s upset or incredibly turned on right now.
It’s as if he’s wearing a mask. When he looks at me like he’s about to eat me alive, I want to drop to my knees and crawl on all fours all the way to his cock.

“I like your suggestion, Brandon. I think we should look at other more cost-saving routes. I’d hate to ask our clientele to fork out more for our designs to cover these sky-high shipping fees and I’d hate to disappoint our sexy buyers by considering alternatives that will add to our delivery time.”

This man is transforming me into someone I barely recognize.
I step to my left and I take a seat in the chair across from him. He raises an eyebrow, interested, and then slides his index finger between his teeth, biting down.

Do I have the guts to push the envelope much further than I’ve dared to try?
There are a million and a half dirty thoughts bouncing in my head as heat blooms between my legs.
Jesus, I can’t believe my clit is on fire.
I reach for the hem of my dress, sliding the fabric up my thighs, exposing my skin to the cool air surrounding me, and to the hungry eyes of the man sitting behind the desk across from me.

“I’d like to have something in place before our next delivery is scheduled to leave Brazil,” he says, but his voice is much deeper than in was a few minutes ago.

He’s always in control and I wonder what it would feel like to turn the tables.
My fingertips trail over the lines of the garters, along my skin and to the satin of my lingerie. I stop at the bows and toy with them with a devious grin on my face, hoping like hell he’s as aroused as I am. No one has ever made me feel as sexy as he does. It’s as if he’s erased all my past self-critical views of my plus-size body. When I look at myself through his eyes, I feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.