The Curves He Desires by Denise Avery
(A BBW Erotic Romance)

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Lucy has never been the girl to get her man, actually she's been quite unsuccessful in the love department. Having a curvy figure that is, by all media standards, less-desirable... Lucy has had a difficult time feeling confident about her body. She's a smart woman, she's beautiful, and she's incredibly successful - but she's married to her job and the only man in her life is Augustus, her loyal cat.

Her boss Jeffery is a gorgeous man, intelligent, and charismatic and he's nice to her, but he's by all means off limits. Of course the man of her dreams would be married with two kids. Lucy's luck is about to change however, a chance business meeting with a potential client turns her world into a wild sexy ride.

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“They don’t have to know,” Lucy said, speaking before her thoughts or conscience could catch up with her, “Whatever happens in this room is between you and me.”

“Do you... Promise?” Jeffrey whispered.

“I promise,” Lucy replied softly.

Jeffrey looked down at her, and Lucy watched as his eyes hardened with pure, titanium lust. He brought his hands to Lucy’s hips, his fingers brushing against the silk of her dress. The friction of his hands, those hands she had longed for for so long, against the expensive material in which she was wrapped sent a flurry of butterflies loose in her belly. Lucy breathed in the scent of him—a smell she’d been catching whiffs of for years, now so concentrated in the air all around her. She felt dizzy with the sudden proximity of this man that she’d lusted for on so many sleepless nights. And she was ready to give him everything.

He let his hands travel around her body, wrapping her in a rib-crushing embrace. Lucy thought for a moment that she’d suffocate with rapture and he fingered the clasp of her zipper. With a firm tug, he released her from the tight dress, letting the garment fall away from her shoulders. He stood back just an inch, reveling in the sight of her breasts and they fell from the bodice of the dress. Like a man in the desert reaching for water, he cupped her tits in his huge palms. His hands were large, but not nearly large enough to encompass her breasts.

She moaned against his neck as he kneaded her ample tits. He let his thumbs flick against her nipples, bared in the dimly lit hotel room. She gasped as little jolts of pleasure stabbed at her gut. He tweaked her nipples more firmly, and she was surprised by the shudder of pain than turned her on like a faucet. This was a man who knew how to use his hands, she could see. As if she’d ever had any doubt.

Lucy hurried to help Jeffrey slip off his suit jacket. Removing his tie, she felt strangely domestic, like they were playing out some fantasy of married life. She longed to the point of aching for that to be a possibility, but in this moment she was happy just to be here with him like his. As she stepped out of her dress completely, she stood before him in nothing but thigh-high stockings and a devilish matching set of lacy lingerie. She was aware of her heaving breasts, the swell of her belly and ass, the rolls around her midsection... But she realized in that moment that she didn’t care. She felt free.

Jeffrey ripped off his dress shirt and let his trousers fall down his fit legs. Lucy gasped as he stood there in only his boxer briefs. Even if Lucy’d been standing on the other side of the room, she would have been able to see that Jeffrey was hard as a rock in those briefs. His dick was practically pulsing with desire, wanting so badly to sink into her increasingly wet pussy. She found, unsurprisingly, that she was more than happy to fulfill this desire—that she desperately desired it herself.
 

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Published January 24, 2013 by Red Garnet Media LLC. 30 pages
Genres: Romance, Literature & Fiction, Erotica. Fiction

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