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

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. 
    “Yes, of course,” he says. “I also believe it’s the ideal path forward for all parties concerned.”
    I couldn’t agree more. I spread open my legs, exposing myself to him. Take a good look, honey. I smile at him, biting my lip, and he gives me a mischievous half-smile in return. One of my hands travels higher, cupping my boobs and squeezing. The other pushes the center of my panties aside and I run two fingers across my wet skin.
    Max coughs as he widens his eyes and fumbles for his water. “Brandon, it sounds like we’ll be able to meet in the middle.”
    Damn. I begin moving my hand, thinking of his long fingers grasping the