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

glass, those very same hands grabbing my full hips and waist and thighs when he pounded me yesterday in front of the floor-to-ceiling window right behind him.
    I move faster, tilting my head back against the chair and closing my eyes. I do my best to muffle the sensual sounds coming from me by biting down on my lip, but my body betrays me and a tiny moan escapes. I imagine his strong hands, his muscular forearms tensing as his fingers move inside me. I vividly remember how I came apart when his tongue lapped at me yesterday on this same desk, his gaze locked into mine the whole time as my body climaxed.
    I slowly meet his gaze. Max isn’t watching my hands, he’s taking in every single expression flashing across my face as I’m about to lose my mind. His hazel eyes are dark and nearly indecent. They’re solely focused on observing me take pleasure.
    “Argh,” I groan.
    Sweet Mother of God. Even though my climax is overwhelming, it still pales in comparison to the way I lose it when Max teases my clit with his fingers or his lips. He really owns my orgasms .
    At some point, Max must have ended his call with Mr. Hatcher because my breath sounds too loud in this silent office. When I regain my senses, Max sits across from me, his mouth gaping and his hands gripping the arms of his chair as if he’s riding the scariest fairground ride.
    “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he hisses.
    I grin, brushing a loose strand out of my eyes. “Do I have to spell it out?”
    His brow lifts. “I guess not,” he says, getting up and circling the desk to stand over me. “If you think I’m going to allow you to tease me so mercilessly, you’re dead wrong,” he continues, gripping my arm and lifting me up before slamming my body against his. “You think your little performance was amusing? I have a raging erection I’m dying to relieve, love.”
    “From what I can tell, you enjoyed my little performance,” I answer defiantly.
    “You’re right. And I’m sure you’ll love it when I take your ass as punishment.” With one swift movement, Max flips me over and pins me face down on his desk.
    “What? You can’t be serious.”
    “You’ve pushed me and it’s now time for me to return the favor.”
    Before I can answer, we hear a knock on the door and we both freeze. And then a voice speaks.
    “Max, it’s Elliot. I have the urgent report you needed for your upcoming call with Mr. Hatcher.”
    We both hold our breath for a few seconds until my boyfriend breaks the deafening silence.
    “My VP of finance just saved your ass—literally.”
    Max takes a step back and straightens his expensive suit. I pick myself up and follow his cue by smoothing my dress back down my thighs and combing my fingers through my hair.
    “I guess I got lucky.”
    “For now, anyway.” His voice trails as he runs a finger between my breasts. “Just thinking of what I’m going to do to your tight little asshole to compensate for the fact I had to watch you come all over your hand while I was on an important call makes the waiting so worth it.” He grins.
    God, it was supposed to be an innocent tease and now he wants to claim every part of me.
     
     
     
     
     

 
    Chapter 5
     
    I’m floating on air by the time I return to Sassy magazine after my little saucy show at my boyfriend’s office. This is the second day in a row Max and I spent lunch enjoying each other. I guess today, I was the one enjoying myself.
    I have a sneaking feeling my performance and the fact that he wasn’t able to come prompts him to send this text message at forty-thirty this afternoon. It read like a plot in a mystery novel.
    I’m conducting a phone interview with an up-and-coming plus-size designer from Boston when the message flashes on my phone. I grab my iPhone as I prop the landline securely between my ear and my neck. For a few seconds I forget all about the person on the other end of the line because I’m engulfed by Max’s