Falling into Black by Carrie Kelly Read Free Book Online

means."
    I stared at him with my
mouth agape. He never fooled around with Sylvia – a tall gorgeous blonde?
    "You never even kissed her?" I asked.
    He glanced at me
sideways. "No. Why is that hard to believe? She's not my type," he
said and put a strong hand on my rounded thigh.
    Desire surged through my
body at his touch.
    Would he punish me for
asking that? God, I hoped so.
    "I'm your type? I
didn't think billionaires went for plain Jane chubby girls. At least not
outside of romantic comedies."
    Mr. Black furrowed his
brow. "I don't. I go for gorgeous curvy women, just like you,
Alicia." His hand slipped over the dark pink satin until it rested
comfortably on my hip, singeing my flesh with lust.
    Staring into his serious
face I didn't catch the hint of a lie. "You think I'm gorgeous?"
    He carefully pushed a
curl off my forehead and ran a large, powerful finger over my cheek. "Yes.
And you should too."
    "Is that why you
wanted me to be yours?" I asked in a small voice. Being so close to him,
the overwhelming scent of his cologne and the memory of his body smashed
against mine -- his cock buried inside my eager sex -- made it difficult to
speak normally.
    "It’s one reason.
Do you want to know the other?"
    I nodded, not trusting
myself to speak. His lips brushed the sensitive skin on my ear and my stomach
flurried with excitement.
    "You’re smart,
talented, you love my punishments and, most importantly, you can stand your
ground," he said and trailed his hand over my shoulder.
    The heat of his touch
made me melt further against his solid, muscular chest. He wound his arm around
me, the firmness of his bicep tensing against my neck as he held me close.
    The limo pulled up to
his penthouse a few minutes later and much to my surprise Mr. Black pulled me
out with him.
    "Oh, do you want
the dress back tonight?"
    He raised a sculpted
black eyebrow and chuckled. "The dress is yours to keep, Alicia. And
you're spending the night with me. Any objections?"
    My heart slammed in my
chest.
    "No," I
squeaked and bit my bottom lip.
    Why was I nervous all of
a sudden?
    He'd already enticed my
body in more ways than I imagined possible. Was spending the night really going
to be such a big deal? Well, after what he told me maybe it was. Before it was
just sex – meaningless sex.
    Now I realized it
actually meant something to him.
    I meant something to him.
    We made our way back to
his penthouse, Mr. Black's arm gripping my shoulder seductively the entire
time. His fingers scorched my eager flesh and my panties dripped with need for
his talented touch.
    What would he do to me
this time?
    Could anything be better
than our romp in the back of the limo?
    With Mr. Black anything
was possible.
    Needless to day, the
ride up the elevator seemed to take an eternity.
    As soon as we stepped
inside the door his fingers sizzled down my back, and he yanked down my zipper.
The smooth satin dress spilled open, revealing my lacy strapless bra and the
urgent mounds of my breasts. His hands fell to my hips, gripping my fleshy
curves. With an impatient tug the satin slipped over my skin and pooled at my
feet.
    Then he growled in
frustration and lifted me over his shoulder.
    "Mr. Black," I
gasped. No one had carried me like that since I was a child – I didn't
even know it would still be possible.
    "Call me Dorian,
Alicia," he said and spanked my lacy bottom.
    The sting of his hand
wormed its way under my flesh further delighting my senses. "Even at
work?"
    He chuckled and his
chest rumbled against my thighs. "Yes, even at work. Especially when a whole group of employees and board members are present. I want everyone
to know you belong to me."
    My body tingled.
    He wanted people at work
to know about us? To know I belonged to him? That he chose me?
    That was more than I was
used to by far. Of the few boyfriends I’d had most of them wouldn't even
introduce me to their friends let alone their coworkers. Maybe that was the
difference between dating a college