Curves Envy 3 - Claimed By An Alpha: BBW Billionaire Romance (12 page)

Not a chance in hell.
“I’m not sure it’s a safe idea. You know, ingesting a new product while travelling to a tropical country. It might not be a great mix…”

She pauses and considers my reasoning before shrugging her shoulders. “Perhaps you’re right. Why don’t we wait for you to get back to the Big Apple instead,” she says, curling her lips up in a fake smile.

It’s time to make a quick exit.
“Why don’t I see myself out and let you get ready? I’m sure you don’t want to be late for your appointment.”

She doesn’t bother answering. She simply gathers her things and pretends I’m no longer standing in her office.

Thank God she has a meeting on the other side of town or else she’d still be talking my head off.

Chapter 9

Since Lexi is stuck at work, I decide to have lunch with a few co-workers. It’s always fun to get to know people outside of work and I welcome the chance to take a breath of fresh air after my stifling meeting with Maleficent.

After a much-needed break and a venti latte with a double shot of dark roast espresso, I do my best to immerse myself back into my work, but I find myself counting the minutes. Max should be back in Manhattan from his seven-day trip to India any time now. I can’t wait to spend tonight cuddled against his warm body.

I’ve already packed my weekend bag and I plan on sprinting from work at five o’clock sharp so I’m home in time to transform into a vamp before Max’s chauffeur picks me up at six-thirty. I want to make sure he flings me over his shoulder and carries me to his bedroom for a raunchy interlude the minute he lays eyes on me.
God, seven days without his cock has been the worst punishment.

I open a few folders on my computer for upcoming articles I need to write, hoping I can quiet my mind and spark the inspiration I need to get some work done, but my phone vibrates on my desk. I glance down and my heart stops.
Max is back.
I pick up and try hard to contain my excitement in order to avoid bringing any attention to me.

“Are you back?” I whisper, covering my mouth so my voice doesn’t carry.

“Sweetness, I’ve missed you like crazy. Yes, I’m back in NYC.”

I’m thrilled beyond words. “Did you get in early?”

“We did. We wrapped things up as quickly as we could and we took a chance on being able to catch a flight a couple of hours before our scheduled departure time.”

“I’m already counting the hours until I see you,” I say, glancing at the time on my laptop.
Only four more hours.

“Yeah, about us meeting later…”

Is he cancelling on me?
“Did something come up?”

“As a matter of fact yes. I’m afraid, if I have to wait another four hours before fucking you, I’ll die from blue balls.”

My eyes widen and I place my free hand over my mouth again to hide my grin. “It’s not that long, baby. We’ve already waited a whole week. What’s a few more hours?”
I love how he never seems to be able to get enough of me.

“I don’t think you understand me, Candy.” His domineering tone puts an end to my giggles.

“I did, but…”

“Can you get away for a little while?”

“Uh… Well, I think so. My boss is gone for the rest of the day. Where should I meet you? I can catch a cab.”

“You don’t have to travel far,” he interrupts. “I came to you.”

“Huh? Is it the jet lag or are you not making any sense right now?”

“I swear someone in your office needs to get fired for never locking the door to the Fashion Archive room. This is the third time in a row I’ve been able to slip in here.”

“Wh-what?” I nearly choke. “You can’t be serious.”

“Honey, I’m as serious as my hard-on. Now don’t make me wait. Get your fine ass over here for your quickie.”

“Wait. You mean now?”

“I believe now means immediately. So yes, now.”

My heart is racing and there are five hundred questions bouncing in my head. How the hell did he pull this off again? I mean you’d think a few women would ogle a tall, hot and sexy guy walking around in a well-tailored suit, but no… not at
Sassy
magazine. “What if…”

“We’re smarter.” He answers my question before I can finish asking it. “We’ll make sure to lock the door this time. Stop stressing and come and relieve my aching cock.” Max ends the conversation before I have time to reply.

Oh my God. This is so dangerous. What if this time we’re not as lucky and we do get caught? What then?

I look around the office. Since everyone knows Jennifer is gone for the rest of the day, some people are chatting away while others have opted for an extended lunch break—half the seats are still empty. The ones who are here are way too preoccupied to care about my disappearance.
Good. I can sneak out without anyone noticing.

I slide my phone inside my handbag, grab a few magazines stacked in front of me, plop a notepad on top of the pile and stick a pencil behind my ear as if I’m on my way to an extremely important meeting. I head to the elevator and I avoid breathing just in case I wake up any suspicions.

When I get off on the floor where Max is waiting for me, I scan the hallway a few times before gently knocking on the door.
I can’t believe I’m doing this. Again.

Max opens the door and peeks his head out and the second I lose myself in his eyes, I know the reward will greatly outweigh the risk.

“Come in,” he whispers, grabbing my arms and pulling me inside the room. He locks the door and slides a chair under the handle to barricade our makeshift love shack from the outside world.

Max closes the gap between us, takes a deep breath through his nose and throws the pile of magazines I’m holding in my hands to the floor.
Shit.
He leans forward and presses his lips against mine and digs his fingers into my hair, pinning my body against an empty wall.

“Goddammit, I’ve been craving to taste you since I left,” he lets out between kisses. He’s so turned on his cock throbs against my tummy as my hands mirror his own and grip the base of his hair, fisting it roughly.

“You know, we should find another place in the building to meet,” I tease.

“I’ve become attached to this room.” He pulls my dress up along my thighs and groans into my mouth as his fingers travel to the lace edge of my thigh-highs.
Had I known he’d be fucking me in the middle of the afternoon, I would have slipped into garter belts and silk stockings this morning instead of wearing these stay-ups.
“Oh, Candy, you do this to torment me. I’ve gone without for seven painful days and you’re wearing this saucy little number?” I’m too consumed by lust to answer and I respond by running my tongue over his lips as Max’s fingertips brush the warm and drenched material of my panties. “I assume these are part of my collection.” He clenches his hold around the fabric and gives it a rough tug.

“I’m not going to have anything left at this rate,” I laugh.

“I’m sure I can replace these and all the others I intend on ripping apart,” he hisses, pressing his tongue between my lips and into my mouth.

“Damn, I’ve missed you.” I groan as he thrusts two fingers inside my eager pussy.

“Christ, you’re wetter than ever.”

I break away from his lips with a gasp. “It’s your fault. Every part of me has been yearning for you.” 

“Don’t worry, I intend on making it up to you over and over and over again.”

I tilt my head back, freefalling as he fucks me hard with his fingers, his thumb rubbing addictive circles on my clit.
“Fuck me,” I plead. “I need your cock in me. Now.”

He narrows his eyes, studying the effect he has on me. “Say please, Candy.”

I’ve been waiting for over a week for this. I can’t believe he’s making me beg. “Fuck me now, please,” I respond more urgently.

“Much better.” The look of victory in his eyes is such a turn-on. “Baby, are you on the pill?”

“Yeah.”

“Good.”

“Does it mean I get to feel your warm cum deep inside me?”

“Did you actually say that?” he asks, surprised.

I nod defiantly, holding his gaze.

“You naughty girl. I’m going to fuck you like an animal and you’ll definitely feel me explode inside you.” Max fumbles with his belt and pants, pulling them down to his feet before lifting me up and thrusting hard inside my pussy. “Christ, Candy, you feel amazing. No wonder I couldn’t get you out of my head. There was no way I was going to be able to wait four more hours for this.”

“Ah.” I gasp and I clench tighter around him, my breath ragged.

“I’ve been dreaming of this every night since I left you.”

“Mmmm, so have I.” I bite into the shoulder of his jacket and I wrap my legs around him as Max begins moving into me hard and fast against the wall. Any moment someone could break down his makeshift barricade, enter this room and catch my boyfriend fucking me in the middle of the day, and I couldn’t care less.
I need this more than I need to breathe.

“Oh, Max,” I exhale as I lift my head from his shoulder and I bite my way up his neck before taking his bottom lip between my teeth.
I’ve never been this aroused ever.
“Argh, I’m close,” I hiss and tighten my legs around his waist to pull him deeper into me. “I’m so fucking close.”

“Damn,” he mumbles. “Look at you. I love watching as you dissolve in my arms, sweetness.”

His words trigger the final clench I need to come. 

“Christ.” I push down against his cock, rubbing my hard nub against him, and I let go. My climax takes over me in such a delirious way it reminds me of how long it’s been since I’ve felt this satiated.

Max pumps into my throbbing pussy a few more times before letting out a deep low growl. He buries his face in my neck to muffle the groan as he comes hard and suddenly inside me, squeezing my ass in his hands.

“I’ve missed this,” I let out between breaths.

“So have I. You were ravenous, baby. You worked me so hard I thought I was going to have a heart attack. I’m sweating like crazy.”

“You know what Madonna says? No sweat, no candy.”

“In that case, I’ve earned the Candy I got today.”

We both laugh.

We stay locked into each other for a few minutes before he gently puts me down on unsteady legs.
Dazed, I stumbled away from the wall, kiss him and prepare for my incognito exit.

“I have to go.”

“I have to get to the office, since I came to you before checking back at my headquarters. I’ll see you at my place in a few hours. This was just a little snack to hold us both until I can ravage you at will.” He grins and I find myself grinning back, already looking forward to round two, three and four.

“Of course.” I steal one last kiss before dashing off. “See you soon.”

Instead of grabbing the elevators, I hike up a few flights of stairs into a restroom located on another floor to avoid bumping into anyone who saw me before I met up with Max. When I enter the bathroom, I do a quick check under all the stalls to make sure they’re all empty and then I turn the lock on the main door. As I approach the bathroom mirror, I wince. I look like a woman who’s been fucked hard at work.
Candy, you look like a raving mess.
Next time, I hope Max warns me in advance.
Wait. What? Where the hell did that come from?
Get a grip, girlfriend.

I slam my fist on the counter and move closer to inspect the damage. My hair is a nightmare, my coral lipstick is smeared, my lips are swollen, my black eyeliner is all smudged, my thigh-highs have a telltale rip and I’m once again missing my panties.
There goes another pair.

“There can be no next time at my office. We can’t keep fucking like this at my work place. I’m playing with fire here,” I scorn myself aloud. This has to stop but how am I supposed to resist Max’s big hungry cock deep inside me when I’ve gone without for a whole week?

I smile in the mirror when I realize how much I’m lying to myself. I wouldn’t give up the exhilarating thrill of a quickie with Max—even if it means chancing getting caught.

Chapter 10

I sneak back into the office at three o’clock, according to my iPhone. Everyone still seems to be having too much fun on this Friday afternoon to care about little ol’ me, but I won’t hesitate to lie if anyone inquires about my whereabouts. I’m giddy and still grinning ear to ear when I turn the corner to head to the kitchen to grab another coffee. My euphoria ends when my colleague Carl Applegate frowns at the sight of me. He raises his eyebrows and inspects me from head to toe. Panicked, I open the fridge and stick my head in, pretending to search for something.

“Oh, Candy…” The second he chants my name, my heart sinks.
Fuck, am I busted?
I slowly lift my head and face him.

“Yes?”
Did he change his signature big-ass glasses after lunch? I swear he wasn’t wearing these over-the-top red frames when I last saw him.

“Child, I don’t know what’s going on with you, but lately you look sassy as hell. You’ve been walking around with a bounce in your step since returning from Miami and today you’re glowing so much it’s as if you got a total makeover during lunch.”

Yeah, I got a makeover all right.
I smile and steady my voice before responding. “Carl, thanks for the compliment. I’ve been experimenting with a few new things since Miami and may I say, it’s done me a lot of good.” I roll my eyes and curl my lips in a half smile as I flash back to Max and I at the back of his black SUV where he was pounding my pussy while pressing a vibrator against my clit and teasing my asshole with the butt plug.