The Billionaire's Lover: Curves To Keep (Part One) (A BBW Erotic Romance) by Bethany Rousseau Read Free Book Online Page A

clattering to the floor from her nerveless hands.
Tyler Edwards’ eyes glittered and he left the drawer open, stepping
back around the desk and standing before her. Gabrielle’s knees
were weak, a tremor running through her body as he gazed at her
intently for a long, silent moment.
     
    He pushed the chair she had been sitting in
moments before backward, gesturing for Gabrielle to take a step
back. “Take off your blazer,” he told her firmly. Gabrielle moved
to obey with automatic movements, slipping the garment off of her
shoulders and down her arms. She cast it backwards into the chair,
her hands shaking from a mixture of anxiety and arousal. “Now
unbutton your blouse—slowly.” Gabrielle was grateful that she had
chosen one of her sexiest bra and panty sets for the interview, in
spite of the fact that she hadn’t even considered the possibility
of Edwards coming onto her. She began to unbutton her shirt, her
fingers nerveless and fumbling from her intense arousal and her
lingering fear. Edwards watched every moment, following her fingers
with his gaze as she worked downward slowly but surely. She pulled
the tail of the blouse out of the waistband of her skirt and
finished the last two buttons, her breaths coming more shallowly as
she stood there, keenly aware of her exposed skin.
     
    Edwards twirled the handcuffs he had taken
out of his desk absently, a slight twitching of his lips showing
his amusement, and Gabrielle felt herself blushing over and over
again in hot and cold waves, wanting to flee and yet so intrigued
by what was happening that she couldn’t convince herself to move
without his command. “Take the shirt off and put it aside.”
Gabrielle slipped her shirt off, letting it fall to the floor—too
flustered and aroused to look for a place to put it. Edwards put
the pair of handcuffs down on the desk and reached out, cupping her
breasts through the thin lace of the bra she had worn. Gabrielle
couldn’t quite suppress the moan that rose up from her chest at the
contact, feeling the warmth of Edwards’ hands through the almost
nonexistent fabric as he began to tease her breasts, squeezing them
and hefting them in his hands. “These are very nice indeed,” he
murmured, his fingers finding her hardening nipples and fastening
on them. Gabrielle gasped, arching instinctively into his touch as
he began to twist and roll them between his fingers, sending jolts
of slightly painful pleasure shooting through her body, directly to
her pussy.
     
    Edwards reached around to her back and
unhooked the clasp of Gabrielle’s bra, drawing it away from her
body slowly. Gabrielle’s breasts quivered slightly as he freed them
from their confines, her body beginning to shake with desire that
she couldn’t quite control. Edwards put the bra aside on his desk
and resumed his attentions to her breasts, tweaking her nipples
sharply with his thumb and forefinger until Gabrielle whimpered
helplessly, squirming and arching into his touch. She felt her
pussy become swiftly soaking wet, her inner walls tightening
convulsively under the assault of Edwards’ attentions. “Take off
your panties,” Edwards instructed her lowly. “Leave that charming
skirt on.” Gabrielle bit her bottom lip, trying to focus on the
task that Edwards had set her while his fingers continued to tease
and play with her nipples, utterly distracting her. She managed to
slip her panties over her hips and let them fall down her legs,
shifting slightly in spite of the tug of pain that came with
it—Edwards’ grip on her nipples didn’t lessen as she shifted
downward to push her panties past her knees—and finally stepping
free of the garment. “Are you soaking wet, my dear Gabrielle?”
Edwards asked her softly, rolling her nipples steadily between his
thumb and forefinger. Gabrielle was too aroused to speak, but
nodded, a squeak of sound leaving her throat as Edwards’ grip on
her sensitive nipples tightened. “Out loud,