Curvy Conquest

by Scarlett Avery

  I laugh. “Didn’t you get enough all weekend long?”

  “I can’t believe you’re asking me this question.” His chest heaves as I run my fingers up his arms and stop at the lapel of his jacket, smoothing it down before flickering my eyes up to his. “It’s Monday and I haven’t had my Candy yet.”

  “Come to think about it, I haven’t had my candy yet either.” My fingers trail up to the length of his tie. Gripping it in my fist, I pull him back behind his desk and push him down into his leather chair. “I was going to go for lunch with the rest of your team, but all of a sudden I’m dying for something sweet,” I declare boldly.

  “What did you have in mind?”

  “Oh, I don’t know. I was thinking of your warm milky nectar for starters.” Kneeling before him, I steady myself on my high heels. Thank God I’m wearing a dress today. I slip my fingers into his cognac belt, loosening it and unzipping his expensive-looking navy pants.

  “You naughty girl.”

  “Uh-huh.”

  I grip his hardening shaft and pull him out. Come out to play. I lock gazes with him before folding my body onto his cock. I flick my tongue across the head and glance up into his lustful eyes. My tongue swirls around the tip and down his length, licking every inch of his gorgeous dick. I lap the few drops of his nectar escaping as his eyes stay glued on my tongue, his lips parting and his breath coming out in quick bursts. I’ve got him.

  “Holy Christ. You do this so well, baby.”

  I smile and wrap my lips around him, guiding him to the back of my throat as he lets out a groan while pushing my head down against him. I want to take all of him in, but his massive cock will never fit. Wrapping my hand around his base, I stroke him with my mouth, sucking and licking as he grabs my hair tightly.

  “Oh, honey, suck me hard.” Max’s hands control the pace. Up and down, I lick around his peak before I swallow him whole. My hand strokes him tightly, traveling along his slick shaft as my mouth continues teasing him. His fingers brush down my temple, along my warm cheek, across my jaw line. My eyes are still locked on his handsome face in awe as the muscles in his neck tense and the veins throb with each suck. “Yeah,” he exhales, tilting his head back on to his chair when I close my lips around his tip. “Shit. Take me deeper,” he begs.

  “Hmmm.” I’m too focused on making him come to answer.

  Max moans, thrusting his hips to match my cadence as he holds my head in place. I’ve always doubted my ability to please a man by giving him a blowjob, but the raunchy noises coming from Max right now are boosting my confidence and turning me on. Not only am I getting him off, my clit is aching badly for relief. My thighs press together as I contort my lower body to contain my arousal. Damn, my panties are drenched. Sucking harder, I pull Max deeper and let him hit the back of my throat as I loosen my jaw slightly and relax my muscles. Bullseye.

  “Jesus. I’m going to shoot my load inside your warm mouth. Would you like that, Candy?”

  “Uh-huh.” Fuck, how can a question act like rocket fuel against my clit? The man could make me climax with his dirty talk and the only thing I have to do is squeeze my thighs harder.

  “I don’t think I can hold it in much longer,” Max pleads like a desperate man.

  I can’t believe I’m giving my boyfriend a blowjob at work before lunch. I pump him with my hand, one, two, three times and his juices gush out. I hold him trapped inside my mouth as I swallow all of him. Damn. This is so illicit and so hot. I’ve truly never felt more powerful than in this moment.

  “Arghhh,” he grunts as his legs tense under me, earning him a few extra sucks as I pull every bit of him out. Max loosens his grip on my hair and gently combs it away from my face. “You should come over for meetings at my office more often.”

  “You’re simply inviting me back in the hopes I’ll suck you again.” I say, sitting back on my heels before flashing him a victorious smile.

  “I’d be crushed if you told me you’ve done this with other men before me.”

  “You mean making a guy come apart with my mouth while kneeling in front of him at his workplace? Nah. Never. You’re my first.” I smile. “You’re making me do a lot of kinky things, but it’s worth it. Nothing compares to tasting you like I just did.”

  “I’m not sure what’s sexier, your words or peeping at your exposed panties thinking of all the things I’ll do with my tongue to your clit.”

  I follow Max’s eyes and realize my legs are spread wide open, revealing my bright yellow lingerie. “Oh.” I smile shyly and bite my lower lip, beaming inside.

  Without even pulling up his pants, Max leans down and grabs me off the floor and plops my body on top of his desk.

  “What are you doing?”

  “I told you, I’m in the mood for some candy. Not to mention your lingerie is an obvious call for me to devour you. You didn’t expect I’d allow you to make me come without returning the favor?”

  “Uh…”

  Max has a way of leaving me speechless. He reaches the edge of my panties and slips his fingers under the silky fabric.

  “God.” I let out a stifled groan when he grazes my clit before pushing his finger inside my wetness.

  “You’re so wet,” he growls. He closes his eyes and tilts his head back and he seems to be battling the same overpowering desire as I am. I glance down at his lap and I can see his cock hardening. Without opening his eyes, he withdraws his finger and fists the thin lace of my panties in his hand. “Did you know these are my favorite ones in our Rio Carnival collection?” I open my mouth to respond, but it’s too late. In one quick movement he tears them off, the rip of the fabric echoing in the silence of his office. “I’m going to eat you with such voracity you’ll have to retreat to the bathroom later to touch yourself when you relive this moment.”

  Fuck. Max pulls my hips toward him roughly before spreading my legs in front of him. “Ah.” I allow an involuntary groan to escape as his fingers return, sliding between my thighs and pushing into me again. Damn, he’s incredible at this. My head falls to the side as I lean back on my elbows, feeling the surge of my impending orgasm approaching fast. Already?

  “Oh, please,” I whimper.

  My words cause him to stop moving. “I can’t tell you how much I love hearing you beg,” he chuckles, pulling his fingers back and sliding them into his mouth. Mother of God. I sit up, grab his navy silk tie and pull his mouth roughly against mine. His kisses are like honey and I could lose myself in his perfect lips. Yum. I bite his lower lip as my hand fists his hair.

  “Make me come.”

  He smiles, proud of seeing me come undone this way. “Don’t rush this, baby. Your orgasms are mine now and I’m not ready to make you climax.” He slides his strong hands up my stomach and over my breasts, thumbs slipping back and forth across my taut peaks, his intense stare fixed on my expression the entire time. His big hands rub over my body in such a pressing way it’s nearly painful, but instead of wincing or backing off, I push eagerly into his warm palms, demanding more and harder.

  He leans close enough to bite my shoulder through the fabric of my dress, whispering, “Candy, you fucking tease. Yellow panties?”

  The way he hisses those words unleashes a torrent of unadulterated lust. He forces my dress higher up my thighs and pushes me back on his desk. Before I know it, Max takes hold of my ankles, grabs his cock, and takes a decisive step forward, thrusting deep inside me.

  “Jesus,” I yell. I’m horrified by the moan I let out. What if someone hears me?

  “What’s that?” he hisses through clenched teeth, his hips slapping against my thighs, driving him deep inside. “You’ve never had a man fuck you like this before lunch?”

  Until meeting Max, I had never had sex anywhere but on a bed, and it never felt like this, but since this stud came into my life I’ve been having the raunchiest sexual interludes in the most forbidden places.

  “I don’t think so,” I answer between breaths.

  “Of course not. Y
ou’ve been dating inexperienced boys. You need a real man to uncage the filthy vamp dying to come out.”

  “How can you keep doing this to me? Your mouth and your cock will be the end of me,” I exhale, closing my eyes.

  He laughs, a quiet mocking sound. “Look at me.”

  “I can’t. It’s too much. Too strong.” I’m so close.

  Max pulls out just as I’m about to go over the edge. His devilish gaze suggests he’s ready to leave me this way until he grabs my arms and yanks me up off the table, lips and tongue pressing against mine.

  “I asked you to look at me,” he says. And, finally, with him no longer inside me, I slowly open my eyes. “Good girl. Now, ask me to make you come.”

  “Huh?” I drop my voice and stare back at him. Is he trying to make me lose my mind? “I’ve already begged.”

  “Do it again,” he says, swerving me around.

  “Please,” I say in a soft, unrecognizable voice, pleading for his cock.

  The next thing I know, Max rips open the buttons of my dress and pulls my breasts out from my bra with such a swift hand I barely have time to blink. He pushes my body against the cold floor-to-ceiling window, squashing my boobs, and I groan at the intense contrast in temperature between it and the heat emanating from his skin. How the hell can he move so easily with his pants still down the middle of his legs?

  I’m on fire. Every part of me yearns to feel his rough touch.

  “You have a thing for fucking me in front of windows. First Rio and now Manhattan?”

  “There’s nothing like the adrenaline rush from fearing being seen,” he snarls into my ear before biting my shoulder. He slaps my ass. “Spread your legs open, sweetness.”

  I part my legs and without hesitation he pulls my hips back and thrusts forward into me.

  “Oh, oh, oh.” His cock fills me so fully I can’t imagine anyone ever fucking me again.

  “You don’t fool me, you wicked girl. You damn well know I can’t resist your delicious curvy body and you taunt me with a heart-stopping blowjob and sexy yellow underwear. Don’t you dare complain about my fucking you like this because we both know down deep inside, you like being watched, don’t you?” he murmurs, taking my earlobe between his teeth. “You came hard when I took you in the stadium and now you’re relishing every moment of this—anyone in those office towers could look up here and see you getting fucked, and you’re loving every minute of it with your huge salacious tits pressed against the glass.”

  “I beg of you, stop talking. Your mouth will cause me to combust.” My heart is beating so fast and I can only blame it on his chocolatey voice.

  “You like my dirty mouth nearly as much as you like the idea of all of New York watching you come.” He laughs and I shiver.

  I groan in response, unable to form words with each repeated thrust into me, pressing my hardening nipples against the glass. Christ.

  “Don’t you? Answer me or I’ll stop,” he hisses, driving himself deeper and deeper inside me with every thrust.

  “Oh my God, Max.”

  He reaches around, moving his fingertips across my clit with the perfect pressure, the perfect rhythm, the perfect stroke. He owns me. Although I can’t see him, I know he’s taking a lot of pleasure in this because I can feel his smile press into the back of my neck, and when he opens his mouth and sinks his teeth into my skin, I’m done.

  Yes, yes, yes. An ecstatic current spreads down my spine, around my hips, and between my thighs, jerking my entire body back into his. The palms of my hands slam against the glass, my entire being quaking from the climactic tornado rushing over me, leaving me gasping for air. When this intoxicating ecstasy finally subsides, Max pulls out and spins me around to face him.

  “Same time, same place tomorrow?” he whispers, biting off a smile.

  BOOK 4—CURVY CONQUEST

  Chapter Four

  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 reliving 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.