5 Story Boxed Set: The Curves Love at First Sight Collection (BBW Love at First Sight Erotic Romance: Erotica with Curvy Girls & Gorgeous Guys) (6 page)

“I’m going to come,” she warned him, squeezing her inner muscles around him.

Then, in an instant, her body was overcome with the sensation. She quivered and gasped as waves of pleasure imploded throughout her. She was so wet—dripping down her soft thighs already as he pumped deep into her orgasm.

She could feel him expanding inside her. He was ready to explode. He thrust deep inside her again, and then his manhood seemed to be rock hard.

“Oh, Clare,” he moaned, thrusting himself deep inside her. “I’m going to come.”

Clare felt the throbbing explosion rise through his shaft and fill her. He thrust hard and fast and soon she could feel him quiver, flexing his thick muscle to empty himself inside her.

“That was amazing,” he told her, as he collapsed down around her, his body, pressed against hers.

She gasped and tried to get her breath.

It took a few minutes before they had both gathered themselves and before Justin was helping her to her feet.

“Thanks,” she said, bending down to retrieve her things.

“My pleasure,” he smiled.

Clare gathered her dress and apron, and searched under the table for her discarded panties. Near them were her stockings, torn and unable to be saved. Still, she grabbed them.

It wasn’t easy making eyes with Justin again when she stood. Suddenly, she thought of Jessica and wondered if she had been a fool for thinking that her time with him had been anything special. He seemed so sure of himself, so confident, that she suddenly realized that her best friend had probably been sleeping with this man for a long time. Why she’d asked Clare to do it this once, she might never understand, but the truth of the matter was, this was just a job and Clare had to remember that as well. No matter what connection she felt with Jason tonight, Jessica would be with him again tomorrow and she would be gone.

Blood rushed to her cheeks as jealousy surged through her veins. She liked this man. She really liked him.

“Well,” she began, stepping into her moist panties without making eye contact. She couldn’t look at him. If he looked at her like he did before, he’d pull her in again and it would be too hard to leave. “I guess I should get going.”

“You know, Clare,” he quickly interrupted. “I’d really love it if you’d stay awhile.”

His request came as a surprise. She’d half-expected he would just walk her to the door and try to pay her before she left. Her cheeks flushed again at that thought. It would have been mortifying to receive a payment after what they had just shared.

Not that staying seemed any easier. “But Mr. Taylor,” she argued, “my job here is done.”

He frowned a bit and then smiled. “I thought maybe there was a little confusion back there.”

“Back where?” she asked, her brow arching. She wasn’t entirely sure if she should be insulted.

“When I told you to take that off…” he paused, taking her in his arms, “that’s all I really meant. Jessica keeps some ‘work clothes’ in the maid’s quarters and I didn’t want you to ruin your dress. ”

“But,” she began, trying to put the pieces together again. “But you said Jessica…”

He finished her sentence. “I said that Jessica doesn’t usually dress for work. I didn’t say that she undresses for work. She’s my housekeeper. Jessica works her, but she really
does
just clean my house.”

Clare could feel her cheeks flush with embarrassment. “You mean…” She tried to compose her thoughts. “You and Jessica never…”

He shook his head and smiled. “No, I mean, she is a good housekeeper. I wouldn’t want to ruin that, nothing ever happened.”

“Then why did you sleep with
me
?”

He kissed her softly. “From the moment I saw you, I wanted you. But, I did try to tell you it wasn't part of the job. Then you came on so strongly. I—I would have had to be made of stone to say no.”

Clare giggled under her breath. “I was pretty aggressive, wasn’t I?”

Justin nodded and smiled.

“I’m sorry,” she told him. “I never did anything like that before.” She took a deep breath and let it out as a slow sigh. “I'm in trouble now,” she said more to herself than to him.

“Oh really?” he asked, pulling her in close and arching his brow.

She could feel his hands moving down over her curves.

“What kind of trouble?” His hands made their way further still, sliding down to her supple ass as he gave her a little smack.

“That kind of trouble,” she laughed.

Their eyes met. His sparkled and softened and she was suddenly glad that her friend had asked her to work.

“Stay?” he asked again.

Clare smiled. “I’d love to,” she smiled up at him, and then looked around at the mess they had made. “But...” she said with an impish grin. "You’re going to have to find a temporary housekeeper because I’m pretty sure I’m not cut out for
that
job.”

THE END

Beachfront Curves

Description: 
When Amy decides to crash for the night at a beach front vacation home, she is convinced that the place is empty. But when she opens the back door and discovers the house's own, attractive and well-built Luke Armstrong standing there, she isn't sure what to do. But when the sexy billionaire, sees the curvy Amy, he thinks that they can make the arrangement work. Now, his hands have slipped between her soft thighs and Amy can barely think straight. Will she leave the beachfront villa or spend the night in his strong arms?

It was two-thirty in the morning and the whole neighborhood was quiet, with one exception. Amy jiggled the door handle again, trying not to call attention to the fact that she didn’t have a key to the sprawling beachfront townhouse.

“Damnit,” she whispered to herself, trying to turn her key. “What’s wrong with this thing?”

Standing on the back porch in nothing more than a small red bikini that barely hugged her generous curves made her more than a little bit conspicuous. Fortunately, there was no one out on the beach this time of night.

Amy strained her eyes in the dark, attempting to see what the problem was. She had been coming and going in the well-appointed home for two weeks and had never locked herself out. She always left the door open and made sure to double check it before she left.

Now, after two weeks of having everything work perfectly, the door finally seemed to be locked.

“Damn, damn, damn,” she said as she twisted the handle and realized she was in trouble.

When she arrived at the beach a few weeks ago, her goal was to spend the day relaxing at the beach. But then, she had noticed the back door to the townhouse standing wide open and her curiosity had gotten the better of her. When she realized that the summer home was completely empty with no sign of the owners, she decided to crash there for the night instead of taking the long drive home. Every night, she swore she would leave in the morning, and every morning she found one reason more to stay.

Now, she was in trouble.

“Come on, come on,” she pled, jiggling the door handle a bit harder, hoping that it would spring open on its own. If it was locked, there was only one reason for it, and she didn’t want to think about what that might mean.

Still dripping wet, Amy’s towel slipped to the ground. As she bent down to pick it up, the back patio light came on. Startled, she looked up and saw something through the glass door that she had never seen before in the home. A man.

She gasped and stood up quickly, clutching the towel around her. Standing on the other side of the glass was an attractive man at least a foot taller than her, wearing nothing more than a loosely tied robe. She could see his broad shoulders that tapered down to his slim, sculpted abs. His robe was just a bit open, and Amy realized that just further down… Amy blushed and looked back up to his face and away from what he might be hiding behind that robe.

A deep, unconscious sigh escaped Amy’s lips. It seemed the townhouse owner was finally back. If she didn’t think quickly, she might be in a good deal of trouble.

The man behind the glass shot her a confused look, tied his robe shut  and unlocked the door to open it just a bit.

“It’s nearly three o’clock in the morning. Can I help you with something?” he asked.

Amy just looked at him through the opening and couldn’t help smiling. He was gorgeous. His sandy blonde hair was messed up in a sexy, sleepy kind of way. Couple that with those piercing blue eyes, and she couldn’t help but wish she had met him under other circumstances. As it was, her best course of action was to try to leave, before he figured out why she was there.

“Sorry,” she mumbled, gathering up her towel and getting to her feet. “I must have the wrong townhouse.”

Amy tried not to look guilty as she turned to leave the patio, but before she could get very far, she felt a strong hand grab her arm and hold her in place.

“Not so fast,” he said seriously. “Don’t you want your stuff?”

Amy swallowed hard, knowing that she was found out. She had become too comfortable with her life in the townhouse. At first, she had been so careful to hide her things every time she left for a few hours to get dinner or to enjoy a relaxing afternoon on the beach. But, as days past, she had started to get more comfortable. When she left today, she had thrown her clothes on the counter, pulled a beer out of the fridge and headed out. She thought she could clean up everything, even the breakfast dishes, when she got back. Now, here she was and her casual comfort apparently had cost her.

The grip on her arm was tight and she knew she wasn’t going to get away that easily. Her only chance was to convince him to forget the entire thing.

She stopped in place, and smiled up at him with what she hoped was a friendly grin.

“Thanks so much,” she said, as she turned toward him.

He loosened his grasp a bit and she took advantage of his surprise to open the door fully and walk past him into the house.

Still dripping wet, she shivered as the cold air hit her body. Her damp bikini released tiny droplets of water down her stomach and thighs, joining together to run down her legs like rivers to her feet, pooling around her toes.

“I’m soaking wet,” she said, pulling her wet beach towel tight around her as she walked confidently to the bathroom, “I need a dry towel or I’m going to trek water all over and these floors are hard enough to keep clean.”

Amy shrugged her shoulders and watched his shocked expression as she confidently left the room and came back with a small, but fluffy blue towel. His mouth was hanging open and she thought that it made him look even cuter than he had before.

She dropped her wet beach towel across a chair, and the used the smaller blue one to dry herself off slowly.

An inch at a time, she ran the small towel over her soft thighs and curvy hips, keeping her eyes on him all the while. When she reached her stomach and began to slide the towel up further to her generous breasts, she could see that he had his attention.

* * * * *

Luke watched as a woman he had never seen before made herself at home in his kitchen.

He knew he should say something or maybe call the police. However, that plan had gone out the window as soon as he saw her. When she started sliding that towel up her thighs and over the soft curve of her butt, he couldn’t have moved if he had wanted to. That little red bikini was barely staying on, and Luke couldn’t help wonder what she would look like if the top slipped off just a bit.

Luke swallowed hard. This was nothing like what he was expecting when he arrived at the town house a few hours earlier. At first, he had wondered about the towels that were left out and the dishes in the sink, but he had just thought he had been a bit absent-minded the last time he was there. But when he went to his room and found the bed unmade and a few t-shirts strewn about, he had started to piece together what was really going on.

He had also known exactly what he was going to do. The plan was simple. He just had to wait for the intruder to come back—whenever that was—find out what was going on and then call the police. It might have worked too if the trespasser had been a guy. Or even one of those anorexic beach bunnies would have been easy for him to throw out, but the woman in front of him was hard to ignore. He just wasn’t prepared for a curvy vixen in a barely there bikini. She was nearly spilling out of that small two-piece and she had curves in all the right places.

She had distracted him, that was for sure, but he had to pull himself together.

“Uh-hem,” Luke coughed, reminding her that he was still there.

Amy looked up. Luke could see the coolness creeping up her thighs, continuing across the planes of her stomach to her full breasts. The thin material of her red bikini top did little to hide her ripening nipples from the temperature change.

“Don’t you want to put that towel back on,” he offered, motioning to where she had left it. He tried not to stare, but couldn’t help noticing her ripe peaks as she turned toward him.

“In a minute,” she said as she walked over to the refrigerator and opened it up. “I’m parched” she said as she bent over to reach inside.

The light from the refrigerator caught the curves of Amy’s thighs and butt as she bent down, grabbed a bottle of water and twisted the cap open. Luke found himself taking a deep breath as he watched her with her ass in the air. Finally, she came back up with a bottle of water, opened it and took a drink as she eyed him seriously.