The Curvy Girl Next Door: A BBW Romance by Leila Lacey Read Free Book Online Page B

you were my precious antique, I would make sure you never felt anything except that you were wanted and needed.”
    Angela gradually moved closer to Julian, holding his gaze. Leaning in to him taking in his scent, she placed her lips on his first slowly nipping at his bottom lip, tracing his lips with her tongue. Before sliding it into his mouth. Julian moaned, placing his hands on both her cheeks to deepen the kiss. Each caress of their lips and tongues fanned the flames of their passion. Angela stepped back breaking the kiss.
    “We need to stop,” she said.
    Julian could tell she was concerned he would be angry that she had stopped. He took her hand and pulled her closer to him again.
    “You are right, we should stop. I don’t want the first time I bring that delectable body of yours to the peaks of euphoria to be in the back of my Jeep. We will save that for our third anniversary,” he said kissing her hand and continuing on shopping like he had not just said he planned to be with her by her side in three years.

CHAPTER 10
    Julian and Angela arrived at the winery just in time to check into the B&B that was on the property to get ready for dinner. Angela did not even have time to address that they were sharing the same room.
    They were starting off outside with a glass of wine while the actors gave the guests’ testimony for the evening.  Then they moved them all inside to enjoy dinner and begin solving the mystery. The dinner consisted of dried cranberry and candied walnut salad over baby field greens with Riesling soaked onions, sage derby cheese, sweet potato chips and Riesling vinaigrette.  They were also serving a duo entree of cinnamon dusted seared salmon with pumpkin vinaigrette AND cider braised pork belly with smoked apple butter accompanied with rosemary whipped potatoes and roasted baby carrots, sweet potato funnel cake with maple drizzle and cinnamon ice cream.
    As all of the guests sat back and enjoyed digesting the wonderful meal they had just eaten, they also tried to solve the murder mystery. Raising his hand, Julian burped and said, “Colonel Mustard in the den,” which of course made everyone laugh. After one of the other guests solved the mystery, the dance floor was cleared and a melodic song of love played for couples to dance to.
    Julian stood up and fastened the single button to his tuxedo jacket. Bending over he extended his hand saying, “Shall we?”
    Smiling, Angela took his hand and followed him onto the dance floor. Their bodies melted into each other as they both swayed to one of Angela’s favorite songs, “Anytime, Anyplace” by Janet Jackson.
    ‘Dear God, please let this man be real. Let him really want to be the man for me. I am so tired of disappointment,’ Angela thought as they swayed together.
    “It feels good to have you in my arms, Angie,” Julian whispered to her. “I don’t want to scare you but I have to tell you this has been the best date I have ever had in my life.”
    Leaning back to look in his eyes, Angela knew he meant what he was saying to her. There were no lies or betrayal in his eyes; just desire for her that was an intoxicatingly powerful feeling to a woman that had been married to and had children with a man that realized in their marriage he was gay.
    “I have to admit, this is the best time that I have had on a date ever,” she said smiling up at him. “It’s been so wonderful. I hate for it to end,” she finished going back into his arms continuing the sway.
    “Umm... It doesn’t have to,” Julian whispered very closely to her ear taking the opportunity to kiss the side of her neck but pausing to give her the opportunity to push him away. She didn’t. Instead she gazed into his eyes and said, “What do you mean?”
    Smiling, Julian took both of her cheeks into the palm of his hands looking deep into her eyes.
    “I mean that we are checked in.  There is a big beautiful bed upstairs that I would love to carry you up to and make slow