Page 45 of Curvy Love

“You’re so damn beautiful, do you know that?”

She just smiles.

My cock sits nestled between her folds, but I haven’t entered her yet. I can feel the heat and wetness of her pussy though. I lean down and kiss her. Gentle and small open mouthed kisses where we sip at each other. Then our tongues tangle and her arms wrap around my neck. She bucks beneath me, sliding her pussy against my dick.

I’m a science guy. I believe in algorithms and math. It’s how I built my business. But this connection between us goes far beyond chemistry. It is nothing short of magic. And I can’t help but hope she feels it too. We belong together.

Her hands slide up my back and she rocks her pelvis against me.

“Ezra," she breathes my name.

I reach down and notch myself at her entrance then slowly enter her. I don’t look away from her lovely face. I don’t stop until I’m fully seated.

“I’m so full,” she says. “You feel so good.”

She wraps her legs around my hips and then pulls me down for another kiss. I withdraw, then thrust forward. Fuck she’s tight and wet and feels like she was made for me.

“Goddamn, Paisley. Your pussy was made for me.”

“Yes,” she breathes.

She moans and whimpers with every thrust and I know I’m growling and making noises too.

“It should annoy me that you’re this good at this and everything else you touch,” she says.

I laugh and it messes with my rhythm, but I find it again a moment later. It occurs to me that I’ve never laughed during sex. I want to tell her that I love her, but fear strangles the words in my throat.

“Ezra, oh shit,” she moans. Then her head tilts back and she screams my name as she climaxes. Her pussy walls clench around my dick milking out my own release and I know without a doubt, I’m never letting this woman go.

chapterseventeen

Paisley

I wake up with a smile on my face. Last night was amazing. Ezra is still asleep next to me. His naked body is sprawled on his stomach, the sheet low enough to reveal the top of his perfect bubble butt. I stare at his body, at all of that golden skin, until my bladder demands I get out of bed.

I tiptoe to the bathroom and do my business, then decide to make us some breakfast. I quietly steal a t-shirt from his dresser, then pad out of his room to the kitchen. For being a tech mogul, his house is modest and tasteful. Though I do think it needs some color.

I find what I need to make French toast and get to work. I brew some coffee while my skillet heats and I should probably be appalled at how domestic I’m being. But I’m not. I like to cook. And I want to do something nice for Ezra.

I finish the toast and set the plates in the warming drawer, then pour two cups of coffee. I even know how Ezra takes his—two sugars, no cream—because ZMan and I discussed caffeinated beverages at length.

There’s a buzzing on the island behind me. I step around and there’s a message lit up on Ezra’s phone. I don’t mean to read it, but my name catches my attention.

Dan: E, everything has been handled. Professor Jenkins and Paisley McLeod will be notified today that she’s the winner of the grant.

My heart pounds and my stomach twists, as I read the text over and over again, trying to make sense of things.

There’s only one logical conclusion. He fixed the damn thing so I would win.

He knew—ZManknew—how important it was that I do this on my own. That I maintain my independence. And he still fixed it so I would win. Even after he told me he wasn’t going to be involved in selecting the winner.

All that talk about admiring my plucky determination, but he still fixed it. That fucker. Was anything he said true? Was any of this real at all?

I have to get out of here. I sneak back into his room and grab my clothes and shoes from his floor and run back out.

I order a ride share while I dress and then I sneak out of his house. I don’t even try to stop the tears. They’ll hit first, I know this about me, but when they pass, I’ll be mad. I’ll get to wallow in my anger and that will make me feel better.

And I’ll just decline the damn thing. If I didn’t win it on the merit of my project, then, I don’t want it. He knew that about me. Arrogant, controlling bastard.

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