Page 2 of Curvy Girl for the Boss

"So, Chrissy," he says, my name rolling off his tongue like a caress. "What brings a stunning creature like you to this den of mystery and intrigue tonight? Business or pleasure?"

I smile, emboldened by the mask and the magic of the moment. "Can't it be both? I do start a new job tomorrow, so I suppose this is my last hurrah, so to speak. A final night of freedom before the corporate world claims me."

He chuckles, the sound rich and warm. "Ah, so we have a woman of ambition in our midst. I admire that. And your new employer is fortunate indeed to have secured your talents."

I laugh, shaking my head. "You're very smooth, Erik. But I think it's a bit early to be singing my praises. For all you know, I could be utterly incompetent."

"Nonsense," he scoffs, his gaze intense. "I have a feeling about you, Chrissy. Call it...intuition. I suspect you're going to take the corporate world by storm."

A haunting melody drifts through the air, the notes slow and seductive. The Phantom offers me his hand, his eyes gleaming behind his mask. "Dance with me," he murmurs, and it's not a question.

I place my hand in his, letting him draw me close. His other hand settles at the small of my back, the heat of his touch searing through the thin fabric of my dress. We begin to move, our bodies swaying in perfect synchronicity, as if we've been dancing together for years.

The world around us fades away, until there is only the music, the dance, and this man who has so thoroughly captivated me. I'm acutely aware of every place our bodies touch—the brush of his thigh against mine, the firmness of his chest pressed to my breasts, the whisper of his breath against my cheek.

As the song builds to a crescendo, Zander spins me out, then pulls me back in, my back now pressed firmly to his front. His lips graze the shell of my ear as he whispers, "You move like a dream, Chrissy. Like you were made to be in my arms."

I shiver, my body alight with sensation. I turn in his embrace, our faces now mere inches apart. "Maybe I was," I breathe, hardly recognizing my own voice, husky with desire.

His gaze drops to my lips, and I see the hunger in his eyes, a mirror of my own. "I want to kiss you," he says, his grip on my waist tightening. "I want to do a lot more than kiss you."

My breath catches, and my mind races. I never do anything impulsive. I’m always the responsible straight-laced one. Isn’t tonight supposed to be about celebrating and finally letting lose?

His eyes smolder down at me, and I lick my lips. Fuck it. "Then what are you waiting for?" I finally whisper, throwing caution to the wind.

He emits a growl in the back of his throat, and then his mouth claims mine in a searing kiss, and holy moly, I'm lost. Lost in the feel of his lips moving over mine, in the slide of his tongue against my own, in the way his hands roam over my curves, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

We stumble off the dance floor, never breaking the kiss, until we find ourselves in a dimly lit corner, hidden from prying eyes. He presses me against the wall, his body a delicious weight against mine. "God, Chrissy," he groans as he kisses a path down my neck. "What is this madness? I can't get enough of you. I've never wanted anyone the way I want you."

"Same," I gasp, my fingers tangling in his hair, holding him to me.

He presses himself against, and I can feel his erection poking into my stomach.

My eyes widen. He’s fucking huge! I might be a virgin, but I’ve read books before and sneaked a peak at some porn, and I know he’s more than well endowed.

He growls again and takes my hand before leading me down a hallway and into a room that looks like an old-world library or study.

His hands find the zipper of my dress, lowering it slowly, torturously. "Let me worship you," he murmurs against my skin. "Let me show you pleasure like you've never known."

I nod, unable to form words, my body trembling with need. He slides the dress from my shoulders, letting it pool at my feet. I stand before him in nothing but my lacy white bra and panties, feeling exposed yet utterly desired under his heated gaze.

"Exquisite," he breathes, his hands skimming over my bare skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "An angel in the flesh."

Damn, he’s playing this Phantom role good, and I’m so here for it.

He dips his head, trailing open-mouthed kisses along my collarbone, his fingers deftly unclasping my bra. It falls away, and he cups my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples, coaxing them to hardened peaks. I arch into his touch, a soft moan escaping my lips.

"So responsive," he murmurs appreciatively. "I can't wait to taste every inch of you."

He lowers me onto a plush velvet chaise, his body covering mine. His mouth finds my breast, suckling and nipping, while his hand traces the curve of my waist, my hip, before slipping between my thighs. He groans when he feels the damp heat there, evidence of my arousal.

"All this for me?" he asks, his fingers stroking me through the fabric of my panties.

"Yes," I hiss, my hips lifting to meet his touch. "Please, Erik...I need..."

"Shh, I know what you need, sweet Chrissy. Let me give it to you."

He strips away my panties and settles between my legs, his breath hot against my most intimate flesh. The first stroke of his tongue has me crying out, my hands fisting in his hair. He licks and suckles, worshipping me with his mouth, driving me to heights I've never known.

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