Curve Contract (Big Girls Next Door Erotica) Read Online Free PDF

first time that night not to stop what he was doing.
    He slowed, teasing for a second before he buried three fingers in me again, the heel of his hand manipulating my clit. His free hand took hold of the hair at the nape of my neck, drawing my head back until I was looking up at him. “Baby, nothing in the world could make me stop.”
    His gaze jumped from my face to my pussy, his head dipping occasionally to roughly kiss me, his tongue an invading force not to be denied.
    I froze, my ass hovering half a foot above the seat cushion, my legs and torso vibrating with the strength of my release.
    “Blake!”
    “Pippa, love.” He squeezed my mound, his mouth claiming mine again. More rhythmic squeezes followed, extending my pleasure, leaving me gasping for air between his kisses. “Beautiful, baby. So fucking beautiful and all mine.”
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    I was so lost in Blake's touch that I failed to notice it was not my home we were driving to but his Manhattan penthouse. Tucked against his shoulder, I realized the limo was pulling into an underground garage.
    I lifted my head to look at him, certain my gaze was wide-eyed and terrified. “Why are we here?”
    “Really, Pippa.” Pulling the hem of my dress back down and smoothing the fabric, Blake hesitated. “Am I supposed to be the kind of man who would propose to his fiancée and then not immediately spend the night with her?”
    Damn it -- he was throwing his brand back at me again. Worse than that, he was right. “What do you mean, spend the night?”
    He laughed, brushed his cheek against mine and whispered, “Relax. It's just for show, baby.”
    The vibration running through his throat didn't sound like this was for show. He sounded famished. When he looked at me again, his gaze sized me up like I was a slab of prime rib.
    I didn’t know what to believe!
    Still, I couldn't argue with his logic, nor could I escape the fact that leaving his place now that he'd brought me here would be disastrous if anyone noticed. I let him lead me from the limousine to the private elevator. The doors opened onto a small foyer with two chairs, a side table and a heavy oak door with a deadbolt.
    Blake fished a key from his pocket, reached inside and punched a code into the security system. I took a step forward, but he halted me with a light touch on my shoulder.
    “Let's do this right.” He bent down, one arm braced against my lower back while the other gently knocked my legs out from under me, impressing me once again with his strength. He lifted me, then stepped inside and thumbed the lock on the deadbolt.
    “What-what are you doing?” I tried to swing my legs down, but he only lifted me higher, throwing me off balance so that I had to wrap my arms around his neck to keep from landing us both on the floor.
    “Taking you to my -- our -- bed.”
    Mortified, I buried my face against his chest.
    Blake chuckled. “Aren't you tired, baby?”
    Tired? Yeah, right!
    Sleep was the last thing Cross had on his mind. He placed me center of the mattress and stripped the strappy silver sandals from my feet. Gray eyes flashing like polished gun metal, he climbed up the bed, pushing the bottom of the tube dress up.
    Exposing my soaked panties, he brushed his lip over the fabric. “God, I wanted to taste you so bad in the limo, PJ.”
    My stomach clenched -- this time with nerves. The limo had been dark, just the faint glow of the back seat electronics and two small floor lights illuminating me. Here, the room’s light on, every last roll and dimple of flesh was exposed.
    I tried to push the hem down.
    He captured my hands and held them against the mattress as he nosed the fabric back up. “Baby, you are not hiding this from me.” He took a gentle bite of my thigh. “I want to see every last, luscious inch you have to offer before I taste you.”
    Releasing my wrists, he untied the wrap and then he pressed down on the mattress to create a small pocket of space. He slid his hands under me,