Page 3 of Curvy Girl for the Boss

When he slips a finger inside me, I nearly come undone. "Please," I beg, not even sure what I'm pleading for.

He adds a second finger, stretching me, preparing me. "I want to be inside you," he rasps. "I want to claim you, make you mine."

"Yes," I breathe. "Yes, please."

He stands, shedding his clothes with impressive speed. And then he's back, the hard heat of him pressing against myentrance. He pauses, his eyes locking with mine. "You're sure?" he asks, and I can see the strain on his face, the effort it's taking to hold back.

"I've never been more sure of anything," I tell him, and it's the truth.

He surges forward, filling me in one swift thrust. I cry out at the sudden fullness, the slight pinch of pain. He stills, his eyes widening as realization dawns on him. “You’re a virgin?”

I flush and bite my lip as I nod.

He makes a sound that’s half tortured, half pleasure as he stays still, letting me adjust, and then he does something that causes takes my breath away with its sudden tenderness.

He peppers my face with gentle kisses. "Breathe, baby," he soothes. "Just breathe."

I do, focusing on the feel of him inside me, the

He begins to move, slowly at first, his strokes deep and measured. Each thrust sends a wave of pleasure radiating through my body, and soon the discomfort fades, replaced by a building ecstasy. I wrap my legs around his waist, urging him deeper, and he groans, his control slipping.

"God, Chrissy," he pants against my neck. "You feel incredible. So tight, so perfect."

His words inflame me further, and I arch against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. The room fills with the sounds of our passion—the slap of skin on skin, our mingled moans and gasps, the erotic whisper of the velvet beneath us.

"You're mine now," he growls, his thrusts becoming harder, more possessive. "Say it, Chrissy. Say you're mine."

A thrill runs through me at his commanding tone, at the raw need in his voice. "I'm yours," I breathe, meaning it with every fiber of my being. "All yours, Erik."

He makes a sound of pure male satisfaction and drives into me harder, hitting a spot deep inside that has me seeingstars. I rake my nails down his back, lost in the overwhelming sensations.

"I'll never let you go," he vows, his eyes burning into mine. "You belong to me now, body and soul. No other man will ever touch you. You're mine, forever and always."

His possessive words should scare me, but instead they fill me with a dark, forbidden excitement. The idea of belonging to this mysterious, powerful man is intoxicating.

"Yes," I moan, tightening my legs around him. "Yours, only yours."

He kisses me fiercely, his tongue plundering my mouth as he pounds into me, driving us both closer to the edge. I feel the tension building, coiling tighter and tighter in my belly.

"Come for me, Chrissy," he commands, his voice rough with need. "Let me feel you come undone around me."

His words are my undoing. With a cry, I shatter, my body convulsing around him as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over me. He follows me over the edge with a roar, spilling himself deep inside me.

We cling to each other as we come down from the high, our bodies trembling, our breath coming in ragged gasps. He presses tender kisses to my face, my neck, murmuring words of praise and adoration.

"That was...incredible," I manage, my voice hoarse. "I've never felt anything like that before."

He smiles, a slow, sensual curve of his lips. "And you never will, with anyone else. You're ruined for other men now, sweet Chrissy. You'll crave my touch, my kiss, the feel of me inside you. No one else will ever satisfy you." He growls, “No one else will ever touch you. I’ll kill anyone who tries.”

I shiver at his words, a thrill racing down my spine. His possessiveness, the intensity of his claim on me, it's intoxicating. A part of me knows this is crazy. But a larger part, the part that'sstill drunk on the pleasure he just gave me, wants to surrender completely.

"No one else," I agree breathlessly, my fingers tracing the strong line of his jaw. "I don't want anyone else. Just you."

His eyes blaze with satisfaction and something else, something deeper and more primal. He captures my hand, pressing a kiss to my palm. "Good girl," he murmurs. "My perfect, obedient angel."

He shifts, slipping out of me, and I whimper at the sudden emptiness. He chuckles, the sound dark and rich. "Don't worry, baby. We're far from done. I plan to keep you in this room until you can't walk straight. Until the only name you remember is mine."

Before I can even protest that I have to start my new job tomorrow, he's kissing me again, his mouth hot and demanding against mine. He presses me back into the plush velvet, his body covering mine, and all thoughts flee as I'm lost once more in a haze of pleasure.

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