Cupid Loves Curves (Curvy Collections #11)

Chapter 5

CHAPTER 5

ABBY

M y skin tingles with excitement as I walk up to Aaron. He’s standing there, looking sinfully handsome in his silk tuxedo, with a look of pure joy on his face. I have to keep pinching myself to make myself believe that this is even a little real.

“Is this…are you really serious?”

People are swirling around us and I’m vaguely aware of the sound of their voices and of the music that’s now blaring out of a speaker somewhere. But Aaron commands all of my attention. No one has ever done anything remotely this generous for me, much less for my mother.

“Absolutely serious, Abby.”

I resist a little as he touches my arm, but I can’t help but relax into him when he wraps his arms around me and pulls me close to his body. My heart is pounding as I struggle to figure out all my emotions. Relief and gratitude overwhelm me one second, but then is quickly replaced by frustration. This is something I wanted – needed – to do for myself.

“This is too generous,” I say, pushing back from him. “Why would you do this?”

“Come with me.”

Aaron leads me through the crowded ballroom, not stopping to talk to any of the numerous people who try to get our attention. I have no idea what’s happening between us and I’m scared to find out. Is the gift of my mom’s album some kind of pity gift? Is there a bad reason, one that I don’t know about? Will I even have a job on Monday? I feel my heart breaking at the thought of having to search for another job.

Outside the hotel ballroom, it’s just as busy and there isn’t a quiet space anywhere. I walk with Aaron as he goes up to the reservation desk.

“We need a room.” His voice is brisk and impatient.

“Sir,” the clerk says, her hands typing quickly on her computer. She looks back up at him and me, and I can’t help but feel the judgement in her eyes that a man as handsome and obviously wealthy as Aaron is standing next to a woman like me. Sure, I’m in a beautiful dress, but I’m sure she’s not used to seeing powerful men with curvy women. Have I been deluded to fantasize about being with him and living in his world?

“Yes?”

“All we have available is the Presidential Suite.”

“We’ll take it.” Aaron slides a credit card across the counter, and then he’s rushing us to the elevator.

When we finally get to the suite, my emotions are such a storm that I don’t know what to expect. Just the heavy relief of finally being able to have my mother’s album is making my heart race. It was her greatest regret, making that mistake with Morris Orange. Everyone who’d heard the songs said she’d recorded a mega-hit album, but then it was so cruelly taken away from her. She worked her fingers to the bone, doing her best to give me a good life, and then the insidious cancer took her from me, before I could work hard to make her life easier.

“To answer your question,” Aaron says as he gestures for me to sit on an extremely long and extremely expensive couch. “I am dead serious. I dealt with Morris Orange and he agreed to release his claim on the album. It’s yours now, to do with what you want. I care for you deeply, Abby. I’d do anything for you. Will you accept this?”

I’ve only known Aaron a few days, but looking at his face, I know he’s serious. His green eyes are intent as he looks at me, and there’s a vulnerability that I can see, too, like he’s invested in my response to this. It’s hard to wrap my mind around him saying that he wants me. My skin tingles as I listen to Aaron. I keep waiting to see if I faint, because my emotions are on a rollercoaster and it feels like my heart is going to explode.

“You could have anyone or anything in the world. Why me? And what do you expect in return for the album. I know nothing comes free.” No matter how sexy Aaron is and how much I’ve been fantasizing about him, I’d feel irredeemably dirty if he expected something in return for giving me back my mom’s album.

There’s a challenge in my voice and I don’t try to hide it. Aaron has been different than I ever imagined a music executive to be, but…trusting a music executive is not something that comes natural to me. No matter how much I want to trust Aaron, the memory of what happened to my mom makes me doubt him. I want to think he's different than Morris Orange, but is he really?

“It’s…”

For the first time, Aaron looks scared. He nervously runs his hands through his dark hair, then looks down at the floor.

“I’m not a man who is talented with words – that’s the musicians’ job. But,” he looks up at me, his eyes bright. He takes a deep breath and I can see his hands shaking. “You’re different, Abby. Ever since the first time I saw you, I was drawn to you in a way I’ve never been drawn to anyone or anything, not even music. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. When you had the balls to point out the omission on the platinum record in my office, I knew you were perfect. You have passion and conviction, and I love that about you.”

“Wait, what? That doesn’t make sense.”

“Abby,” he sighs, “everyone agrees with me. I trust myself enough that I don’t need approval from anyone else. But with you? I found that I wanted your approval, that I wanted to know what you thought. You challenged me and you were right! I did some digging and everything you described was exactly what happened. You make me feel vulnerable and exposed…and somehow, I want this. You’ve shown me there is more to life than my career and I can’t imagine spending another day without you by my side. Anything you want to do in life, I will support you with everything I have.”

“Oh.”

I don’t know what to say to this. I thought the magnetism I felt toward Aaron was just a wild fantasy of my own. Can I do this? Do I want to do this? There’s only one answer.

“Yes, Aaron. I say yes!” I hold my hand out to him and he grabs it tightly, pulling me closer to him. Standing in front of him in my fancy red dress, an intoxicating rush of excitement overflows from me. This is it! Aaron is the man I never thought I’d find.

“You’ve just made me happier than I thought it was possible to be.”

Aaron stands up in front of me, pulling me against his body, then his lips meet mine and I give in to all the emotions I’m feeling. His tongue dances in my mouth, teasing and stroking my tongue. Desire surges up in me and I need Aaron inside me. We need to seal how we feel in the most intimate way.

“You are so beautiful.” Aaron’s voice is husky. He lowers his mouth to where my breasts are pushed up by my dress. I shiver at how amazing it feels when he runs his tongue across my sensitive flesh. My core contracts and a lusty heat builds rapidly in me, making me lightheaded with desire. More than anything in the world, I need to make love with Aaron. I need to express all of the emotions that are electrifying my body and aching to be released.

I gasp as I feel Aaron’s fingers tug at the zipper of my dress, my body instinctively pressing against Aaron’s. My hand moves down his body and I feel how excited he is. Through the fine silk of his tuxedo, my fingers press against his long, thick cock, and Aaron groans and shudders.

Aaron pushes my dress so that I’m standing in just my heels and lingerie, then holds my hand as I step away from the dress that’s now at a puddle at my feet. For the first time in my life, I feel confident to be naked in front of a man. Everything has been so unreal, but something deep in my heart trusts Aaron and believes he cares for me just as much as he says he does.

My fingers fumble with the buttons of Aaron’s silk shirt. All of my nerve endings are buzzing with need and lust, and trying to unbutton a small button is surprisingly difficult.

“Allow me,” Aaron say, quickly unbuttoning his shirt. He removes the rest of his tuxedo like it’s a race, and then I’m left with my mouth hanging open. His body is lean and muscular, his stomach so ripped that I lose count of his abs, and I’ve never seen legs and arms as strong as his. And then I nearly actually faint when I see his cock.

“Holy cow you’re huge!” His thick cock is standing at attention, looking bigger than I even knew a cock could be.

“I’ll be as gentle or as rough as you want me to be, Abby. Making you happy is all I want to do, tonight and forever.”

Aaron pulls me against his body and I moan as I finally feel his skin against mine. His body heat burns against me, but it’s a fire I welcome and meet with my own.

“I need you,” I whisper, running my hands over his smooth, hot skin. I want to know how to make him happy and make him feel as good as I already feel.

“You can have me.” Aaron groans as we make our way into a bedroom that is larger than my entire studio apartment. He stops me by the bed, then gently removes my lingerie, his mouth kissing and licking at my skin.

We fall into bed and he presses his body against mine as his fingers find my hot core and he teases my throbbing clit.

“I feel like I’m on fire,” I moan, not wanting to close my eyes. The look of intent and focus on Aaron’s face takes my breath away. I’ve never had a man focus on me like this, look so invested in giving me pleasure. Every stroke of his fingers sends hot pleasure zipping through my body. “I need you inside me.”

There’s a pleading sound to my voice, but I don’t care. I’ve waited this long to find someone who I care about even half as much as I care for Aaron, and I can’t wait any longer.

Aaron moves his body over mine and I shudder as I feel him pressing against my core. I spread my legs even further, offering myself up to him. I never want to share myself with another man. He lowers his body over mine and presses into me, making me cry out because he’s so big.

“Is that too much?” His voice is rough, but he stops moving.

“It is, but don’t stop.” I wrap my arms around Aaron and hug him tightly as I push my hips up and take him deeper inside of me. Every stroke of his thick cock rubs my g-spot so perfectly and every nerve ending of my body feels ready to explode in perfect pleasure.

A wild look comes into Aaron’s eyes as we move our bodies and push each other closer and closer to orgasm. An unfamiliar sensation builds within me and I realize the orgasm gathering force is more powerful than I’ve ever experienced. My body bucks wildly against Aaron’s, desperately needing him deeper as he strokes my g-spot perfectly with his thick cock.

“Oh my God, yes! Right there!” I can’t help but scream as Aaron plunges deeply into me and I rock my body against his faster and faster, needing him deep filling me up as my orgasm hits me like a tidal wave. My body shakes as pleasure lights up every atom of my being and I scream his name. I wrap my legs around Aaron’s waist, holding him deep inside of me and he keeps pumping, and then he’s calling out my name as his body shakes and he comes, too.

“I think this is my favorite Valentine’s Day, ever,” I say, smiling as Aaron pulls me closer to him as we lay side-to-side on the bed. He puts one of his legs over mine. I love how it feels like he’s being possessive of me, like he feels I’m worth giving everything to. He reaches out and takes my hand in his, lacing our fingers together so that we’re holding hands.

“This is most certainly the best Valentine’s Day. I love you, Abby. You came out of nowhere and have upended everything I thought I wanted in life. We have a long, happy future in front of us.”

I kiss Aaron deeply, thankful that I was brave enough to accept the assignment from my agency. I thought it would be the worst gig ever, but it has gone so much better than I ever would have imagined. Not only have I regained the rights to my mom’s album, but I’ve found something so much more surprising and important – I found love.

“I love you, too!”