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

crawl up my legs. I pulled my knees up to my chest and tried to wrap the blanket tighter around me.
    “I’m going to have one hell of a time getting through airport security with you slung over my shoulder and still wearing your nightie, PJ.”
    The blankets inched higher and then his fingertips brushed the sole of my foot. My foot twitched and I pulled it closer to me. He traced the protrusion of my ankle bone and then ran one finger halfway up the curve of my calf. With my legs bent, that left his hand at the threshold of my pussy.
    He took the detour, his knuckles rubbing against the edge of my panties. The flex of my inner muscles was followed by his soft laugh.
    “Baby, don’t tempt me.” He cupped my bottom. “It’s been hard as hell staying out of here these last two nights.”
    Need paralyzed me. My stomach tightened and then my whole body tensed.
    “Shhh…love.” Blake leaned over me, pulling the cover down enough to expose my face. I kept my eyes closed. His hand moved down again, the knuckles grazing up and down the gusset of my panties. His other hand stroked my hair. Kissing along the side of my nose, he caught a tear before transferring the salty drop to my lips. “You need to get dressed, PJ. Shower if you want, and let me handle the rest of the weekend, okay?”
    One last kiss, one last stroke, and then he left me to get ready.
    Twenty minutes later I emerged from the shower in a rush to find that he’d already packed my bags and laid an outfit on the bed for me to wear. It was a pale turquoise georgette over a silk sheath. A pashmina stole in matching blue to keep my bare arms warm was folded next to the dress. All of it was from the same boutique as the first two outfits he’d bought for me to wear.
    Despite the dread twisting through my stomach, I found myself smiling. Blake Cross knew how to dress a woman, no matter her size. He had even managed to make me look good.
    Thinking of the other things he knew how to do for a woman with equal skill, I felt my skin flush hot. Trying to ignore my growing arousal, I slipped into the dress. My hands were still fumbling at the back zipper when Blake came in carrying a silk clutch. Handing me the purse, he stepped behind me. He ran a finger up my spine, the whisper of contact forcing me to stand straighter. He drew the zipper up and then his hands curled around my shoulder.
    “Passport’s inside the clutch.” He kissed my shoulder and then wrapped the stole around me. Keeping one hand on me the whole time, Blake guided me out of the penthouse and down to the limo.
    We weren’t the first to arrive at the airport. Stepping onto the privately chartered plane, we were greeted with a warm round of applause. Looking around to find that every face belonged to someone on my staff, I stiffened. If Blake had invited a single person he knew, they weren’t on the plane.
    Way to drive a stake through a girl’s heart.
    I looked at him, felt the hot accusation burning in my face and prayed no one else on the plane realized I was hurt and angry.
    Running his hand along my side, Blake whispered in my ear. “Relax, PJ.”
    The plane didn’t have regular seats. Instead, two long leather couches curved against its sides. Leading me to the center of one, he pulled me onto his lap and buried his face against the side of my neck. He rubbed my arm, speaking so low only I could hear him. “Abigail and her family will be there tomorrow. Beyond that, I have business associates, love, not friends.”
    He planted a soft kiss at the curve of my jaw. “I wanted you to have a nice private ceremony surrounded by those who love you.”
    Plastering a smile on my face, I nodded.
    Yeah, they all loved me.
    Everyone except the one who mattered most.
    Everyone but Blake.
    *****
    We landed at the Owen Roberts International Airport a little over three hours later. After a quick nod by a customs official, we piled into white limos, all the women in the first two, Blake and the other men