Page 11 of Curvy Girl for the New Year

I punctuate each word with a brush of my lips against her soft skin. Kaitlyn shivers in my arms.

As the countdown to midnight begins, the anticipation in the ballroom reaches a fever pitch. Champagne glasses are raised, ready to toast the New Year. I pull Kaitlyn even closer, my eyes locked on hers. In this moment, she is my entire world.

"Ten, nine, eight..." the crowd chants.

Kaitlyn's breath catches as I lean in, my lips a hairsbreadth from hers.

"I love you," I whisper. "More than anything."

"I love you too, Adam," she breathes.

"Three, two, one...Happy New Year!"

As cheers erupt around us, I capture Kaitlyn's mouth in a searing kiss. I pour all my love, my desire, my obsession into that single moment. Her lips part under the onslaught and she melts against me, surrendering completely.

Fireworks explode outside the windows, bathing us in multicolored light. But I barely notice. All I can focus on is thefeel of Kaitlyn's lush curves pressed against me, the sweet taste of her mouth, the scent of her perfume enveloping me.

My blood races hot through my veins and my cock swells to full hardness, straining against my tuxedo pants. I need her. Now. I don't care that we're in the middle of a crowded ballroom. I don't care who sees.

I break the kiss and sweep Kaitlyn up into my arms, bridal style. She lets out a surprised little yelp, her hands flying to my shoulders. A hush falls over the ballroom as every eye turns to stare at us.

Then the crowd erupts into raucous cheers and catcalls. I hear snippets as I stride purposefully toward the elevators.

"Atta boy, Prescott!"

"Someone's getting lucky tonight!"

"Is it hot in here or is it just those two?"

Kaitlyn blushes prettily and buries her face in my neck. I just smirk, completely unashamed. Let them gossip and speculate. All that matters is that I have Kaitlyn in my arms, right where she belongs.

The elevator doors slide open and I carry her inside, punching the button for the top floor. As soon as the doors close, I set Kaitlyn on her feet and cage her against the mirrored wall with my body.

"I couldn't wait another second," I growl against her lips. "I need to be inside you."

I capture Kaitlyn's lips in a bruising kiss as my hands roam greedily over her curves. She arches into my touch, a breathy moan escaping her.

The elevator dings and the doors slide open. I reluctantly tear my mouth from hers and take her hand, practically dragging her down the hallway to our private office. Yes, that’s right. My wife works with me. I set her up a desk right next to mine where she works as a graphic designer, and I made damn sure everyoneknows how talented she is. She has all the work her pretty little heart desires, and I know I might be biased, but her work is fucking amazing. Her clients are lucky to work with her.

She smiles up at me, and my pulse pounds with anticipation, my cock rock hard and leaking. God, she’s beautiful. My obsession hasn’t dimmed at all. If anything, it’s only grown stronger.

As soon as the office door closes behind us, I'm on her. My hands find the zipper of her dress and yank it down. The emerald fabric slithers to the floor and pools at her feet, leaving her clad only in a black lace bra and panties. My eyes feast on the rich curves I know so well, the dusky nipples straining against delicate lace.

"Fuck, you're exquisite," I rasp. "I'll never get enough of you."

I strip off my tuxedo jacket and dress shirt, not caring where they land. Kaitlyn's eyes darken with lust as she takes in my chiseled chest and abs. Her pink tongue darts out to wet her lips and my cock jerks in response.

Reaching out, I unclasp her bra and toss it aside. Her full breasts spill free, the rosy nipples already puckered for my touch. I palm the heavy globes, reveling in their weight. Kaitlyn whimpers as I roll the sensitive peaks between my fingers.

"Please, Adam," she pants. "I need you."

"I know, baby," I murmur, hooking my fingers in her panties and dragging them down her shapely legs. "I'm going to take care of you."

I walk her backward until her ass hits the large mahogany desk. With a sweep of my arm, I send the papers and pens flying. Then I'm lifting her onto the polished wood, nudging her thighs apart to step between them.

Cupping her face, I claim her mouth again. She opens for me eagerly, our tongues tangling together. I kiss her until we're bothbreathless, until the world narrows to just her and me and this all-consuming need.

Then I'm trailing my lips down the graceful column of her throat, pausing to nip and suck at her wildly fluttering pulse. Lower still, mapping the curves of her collarbones, the soft swells of her breasts. I draw one aching nipple into the wet heat of my mouth and Kaitlyn nearly comes off the desk, her nails digging into my shoulders.

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