Curves Envy 4 - Curvy Conquest: BBW Billionaire Romance by Scarlett Avery

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