Free Curve Contract (Big Girls Next Door Erotica) by Christa Wick Page A

that way far longer than our pretend marriage was going to last.
    Reaching behind him, he stopped the elevator. His lips found the spot just below my right ear that made my knees give out. I clutched at his shoulders, rising up on my tiptoes as I did so.
    “What’s his name?” There was an edge to his whisper, his hand squeezing my breast in rough punctuation. “Is it Kevin?”
    I pressed my head against the wall so I could see Blake’s face. He was kidding, right? Kevin’s handsome, but he’s a cock magnet. Surely Blake had noticed?
    Only his face didn’t look like he was kidding. The gray eyes were darkening, the pupils pulsing against the irises. Unsettled by the intensity of Blake’s gaze, I swallowed hard before I managed a short stammer. “Why would you say that?”
    He ran his fingertips up my arm, all the way to my face, as he carefully studied my reaction. “You don’t wince when he touches you. Are you in love with him?”
    I wanted to throw Blake’s words back at him and say that the man I was in love with was obnoxiously clueless to the point that his every touch was breaking my heart. Instead, I shook my head.
    His hands moved quickly, one against my breast once more, the other cupping my mound. “Then who’s this heat for, PJ?”
    He kneaded me, breast and pussy. His mouth zeroed in on mine, his tongue forcing my lips open, forcing my entire mouth to yield to his kiss. “Who are you going to think of when I fuck you Sunday? Who have you been thinking of each time I’ve touched you?”
    Blake kissed me again, everything rougher and faster. I closed my eyes and bit down on the moan clawing its way up my throat. His hips started to grind at me. His hands cupped my bottom and lifted me, until I had to throw my legs around his hips to steady myself. Even with our clothes separating us, I could feel the thick bulge of his hard cock against my sensitive clit. He was dry fucking me, bringing me to climax with who knew how many guards watching us on the security camera.
    The moan finished clawing its way out. My ass cheeks tensed as another moan whipped through me and he hugged my mound tight against his dick. “Are you coming, baby?”
    “Yes, damn you.” My arms were wrapped around his shoulders, one of my hands cradling the back of his skull, my nails digging into his scalp as my hips started to jerk and I cried out.
    Blake eased me back onto my feet, his gaze boring all the way to the back of my skull as he reached behind him once more to restart the elevator’s descent. As the rest of the floors passed, he didn’t look away from my face -- wouldn’t let me look away either. His hand cupped my face every time I tried and forced me to return his hard stare until we reached the elevator and the doors opened.
    Blake gently guided me into the garage before hitting the button for the top floor. Settling against the elevator's back wall, a wolfish grin surfaced on his handsome face, his gaze starting to dance in amusement. “Don't wait up, love. I have a lot of work to do tonight so I can…marry you on Sunday.”
    Heart pounding in my chest, I watched the doors close.
    There was no mistaking the import of his pause, or his real meaning.
    On Sunday, Blake Cross was going to fuck me.
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    Blake was a ghost until the time came for us to leave for the airport Saturday morning. He didn’t get home until late both nights, didn’t sleep in the same bed with me and was out before I woke at seven both mornings. I was starting to think he was having second thoughts, which would have been fine by me so long as he didn’t cancel the loan.
    Waking me with a kiss, he banished my foolish hope that I was going to get out of the deal with my business and my heart intact. “Good morning, beautiful. Ready to get married?”
    I pulled the blanket up over my head and turned on my side. “Not really.”
    “Mmmm.”
    I felt his weight shift on the bed and then the bottom edge of the covers started a slow