Page 10 of Curvy Girl for the New Year

Then, he suddenly pulls back from me, and I whimper at the loss.

"Please," I whimper, unsure of what I'm begging for but desperate for more. More of his touch, his taste, his scorching intensity.

Adam's eyes glitter with dark promise as he sinks to his knees before me, strong hands gripping my hips. "I'm going to feast on you until you scream my name, until you understand that you're mine."

And then his mouth is on me, hot and demanding, his tongue delving into my slick folds. I cry out, fingers scrabbling for purchase as pleasure rockets through my veins.

He devours me like a man starved, licking and sucking, stoking the inferno building in my core. My head falls back,lost to the sensations, to the filthy words he growls against my sensitive flesh.

"You taste like heaven," he rasps, thrusting two fingers deep inside me. "So tight, so perfect. I'm going to wreck this pussy, Kaitlyn. No one else will ever touch you. You belong to me."

His fingers curl, finding that secret spot that makes stars explode behind my eyelids. I'm climbing higher and higher, chasing the release that hovers just out of reach.

"Let go for me, baby," Adam commands, his tongue flicking over my swollen clit. "I've got you. I'll always catch you."

And with those words, with the intensity of his stare searing into my soul, I shatter apart, my body bowing off the bed as ecstasy consumes me. Adam holds me through the aftershocks, gentling me with soft kisses along my inner thighs.

As I float down from the high, he rises to his feet, gathering me into his arms as he pushes his cock back into me. I burrow into his warmth, breathing in his intoxicating scent of spice and man as he pumps into me furiously. “Oh fuck, yeah, baby. Gonna come so hard for you.”

And then with one last powerful thrust and a strangled grunt, he does, his hot heat flooding into me.

He continues to hold me, his cock still inside me as he strokes my hair.

"Do you believe me now?" he asks softly. "You're it for me, Kaitlyn. There will never be anyone else."

Tears prick my eyes at the raw honesty in his confession. "I believe you," I whisper, cupping his chiseled jaw. "I'm yours, Adam. Completely."

He seals his lips over mine in a kiss that feels like a vow, and I mentally remind myself to thank Megan for the dare that changed my life.

epilogue

. . .

One year later

Adam

I gaze outacross the glittering ballroom, the champagne in my hand untouched. The crowd of elegant guests swirls before me, but my eyes seek only one person—Kaitlyn, my beautiful wife.

She stands near the large glass windows, her auburn hair shining under the chandeliers. That emerald green dress hugs her lush curves like a second skin. Just the sight of her takes my breath away. I still can't believe she's mine.

Our fairytale romance captured the media's attention this year. The billionaire bachelor Adam Prescott finally settling down with the talented graphic designer Kaitlyn Bennett. Cinderella stories still sell headlines, it seems.

I stride across the room, the guests parting before me. Kaitlyn turns as I approach, her green eyes sparkling.

"There you are," I murmur, pulling her into my arms. "I was getting lonely without you."

"I’m surprised you left me alone for this long," she teases.

My hands possessively span her curvy waist. I haven't let Kaitlyn out of my sight since our wedding. Some call me overprotective, even obsessive. But after the very real fear of never finding my mystery woman, I refuse to squander a single moment with her.

"Dance with me," I command softly.

As I whisk her onto the dancefloor, Kaitlyn gazes up at me, a small smile playing about her lips.

"Any New Year's resolutions, Mr. Prescott?"

"Just one," I reply, pulling her flush against me. "Making you deliriously happy, Mrs. Prescott. And putting a baby in that belly."

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