Free Life in the Fast Lane: A BBW Erotic Novella (Western Romance, Billionaire Cowboy, Curvy Girls) by Cassie Laurent Page B

up in my warm blanket, dozing as the setting sun fell through the panes of my bedroom window.
    As I made my way around the mansion, finally rounding the corner of my little cottage, I was surprised to find Lane standing outside my front door.
    “Well, this is a pleasant surprise,” I said as I walked up to him.
    “I couldn’t wait to see you,” said Lane.
    “I didn’t even know you were back. Wait, how did you know I’d be coming back here right now ?” I asked.
    “I didn’t.”
    “So you would have waited here all day for me. Until nine, ten o’clock?”
    “However long it took. I didn’t know how else to reach you—discreetly, anyway.”
    Those last words said it all. Lane and I were still sneaking around. There seemed to be something forbidden about our feelings for each other. And though it made our interactions a bit inconvenient, there was also a heightened sense of excitement. I reached out a hand to caress his arm, feeling his bulging bicep.
    “Look, I’m feeling a bit tired. I’m gonna go inside and lie down. Care to join me?”
    “I’m pretty tired, too. I didn’t sleep at all last night. But let’s go to my bedroom.”
    “Oh,” I said in a fake whiny voice. “But my bed is sooo warm and cozy.”
    “I guarantee mine is better. I think you’ll enjoy it quite a bit,” said Lane as he took me by the hand. “Come on, let’s go.”
    As we walked across the property, I worried that someone might see us, that rumors might start spreading. I looked at Lane nervously, and he seemed to read my mind clearly, because he led me around the back of the mansion to a secret service entrance.
    We went up a long set of stairs and followed a winding maze of hallways through the enormous building. I had no sense of direction in this gigantic house, no sense of spatial relation whatsoever. Was I close to Lane’s office? The dining room? I had no way of knowing. It amazed me that one could ever learn to navigate such a huge place. Had Lane ever gotten lost in his own house? Picturing that made me smile to myself.
    Soon he was leading me through a larger hallway. This one had windows that looked out on the property which gave me some idea of my location. A minute later he was opening two large doors into a cavernous bedroom.
    I gasped.
    Before me was a space almost as large as his office, with sweeping wood floors and a luxe king-size bed. No, no, the bed must have been even bigger than that, piled high with pillows of all shapes and sizes, soft white sheets and a comforter in a rich, dark red. It looked like pure heaven to my tired eyes.
    I broke my hand free from Lane’s and ran towards the bed, jumping onto it and falling into the soft, cloudlike mélange of pillows and blankets and comforters. I propped myself up on my elbow and looked back towards Lane who stood smiling by the door.
    “You’re right,” I said. “This is nicer than my bed.”
    I watched Lane as he walked over towards me, unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it up over his head to reveal his broad chest. He tossed the shirt on the floor and jumped up onto the bed with me, his big body pinning me against the comforter as he went in for an unexpected kiss. His tongue was wet and hot, sensual as it swirled against my own. I bit his lower lip as our kiss broke.
    “Why do I get the impression we’re not going to be doing much sleeping ?” I said naughtily.
    Lane’s only answer was another kiss. Starting at the back of my knee, his hand grazed along my leg before giving my ass a tight little squeeze. He kissed me harder at that moment, pulling me into him. I braced my hand against the warm skin of his muscular pecs, playing with his chest hair.
    Sliding my own hand down across his abs, I could feel my body getting hotter, my pulse growing faster with anticipation. I changed position and ran my hand up his thigh, stopping once I felt the bulge at his crotch. I squeezed gently and felt it jump as we made out on his bed, as passionate as two