“Thank you so much, Marcus. It’s really generous of you to have me over for dinner. I wasn’t expecting this.”

  “I’m glad you’re here, and it’s no problem at all. I eat alone pretty much every night when I’m flying, and now Faith works most nights at the diner, so even when I’m home, I’m usually by myself. It’s nice to have company for a change.”

  Bella nods and smiles, although it’s just a baby smile. “You said you got the wine in Italy? Was that recently?”

  “Yup, just last week,” I say. “It was a great trip because I always enjoy Italy, and the wine comes from a little place I stumbled upon a few years ago. I was driving to my hotel from the airport and took a few wrong turns, only to end up at a vineyard. The people were kind and gave me directions, but not until they fed me and served me the vino from their backyard. I’ve gone back every trip since. It’s Italian hospitality at its finest.”

  She nods, loosening up a bit as she takes a bite of chicken.

  “That sounds really amazing. You’re so lucky you get to travel all over, and I even remember how you used to take Faith with you. She always raved about her trips, and we were so jealous.”

  I smile. On school breaks when she was younger, I’d take my daughter along to see the world. They were great father-daughter bonding experiences, but they ended when she was about fifteen. Faith was no longer interested in traveling with me, and she had other interests, like hanging out with her friends and going to live concerts. It’s okay. I understand that my little girl is growing up. But now, I have her friend next to me, who is definitely a grown woman.

  “So honey, enough about me. How are things at Crème? You’ve been there a while now, right?”

  Bella nods, nibbling a bit at the broccoli.

  “Two years next month! I love it because I adore cosmetics and actually, I want to be a professional makeup artist one day. Working retail is just the first step in the process.”

  I didn’t know that, but it makes sense. Bella’s always giving Faith makeovers with lots of glittery products, although I didn’t love the Ziggy Stardust look they had a few months ago.

  “I’m sure you’ll be great at it. I heard you with that customer earlier, and you have talent. The girl looked supercharged, hopeful, and eager after talking to you.”

  Her eyes widen. “You overheard? I didn’t see you until Lizzy told me you were there.”

  I grin.

  “Sorry, I didn’t mean to creep in the background. I just didn’t want to interrupt while you were working, but yeah. You did a wonderful job, and if I remember, that girl walked out with quite the haul.”

  Bella giggles.

  “I know, right? But I really do enjoy what I do, and the customer was pretty. She just needed some tips on what to do to emphasize her features.” The conversation continues smoothly. As we eat and chat, the flow of words is easy and the banter witty. Soon, our plates and glasses are empty.

  I take our dishes into the kitchen and return with a paper bag in hand. Bella’s cheeks go red immediately, knowing what’s inside.

  “Here you are, honey. I’m sure you’re ready to take back what you came for.”

  Her cheeks flame as she stares at the ground. “I really am sorry about leaving it here. I hope you don’t think it was disrespectful…”

  “Not at all. Young women have needs, just like everybody else. I understand that.”

  “Thanks, Marcus.”

  Obviously, Bella doesn’t realize that I saw her playing with the toy, but I don’t to add to her distress right now. Instead, I hand her the bag and she pulls out the dildo. It still smells like her sweetness, and it’s even gleaming a bit under the lights. Immediately, she tosses it back in like she shouldn’t have let me see it.

  I put my hand on her arm. “Don’t worry about it, Bella. It’s okay. Like I said, women have needs too. It’s not just men who crave release.”

  She bites her lip before glancing up at me from beneath her lashes.

  “But you’re my friend’s dad, and I’ve known you forever. It’s so embarrassing!”

  I decide to be upfront then because it may help her calm down a bit.

  “Actually, Bella, I have a confession to make too.” Immediately, her gaze jerks up to mine. I can sense she already knows what’s coming. “Yes,” I nod. “I saw you playing with yourself last night. I came home late, and your door was ajar.”

  She gasps, and her face turns absolutely scarlet.

  “Oh my god!” she cries. “You saw?”

  I nod. “But there’s no reason to be embarrassed, sweetheart, because I liked what I saw. You were plush, curvy, and so obviously enjoying yourself. It’s nice to see a woman in tune with her body like that.”

  She stammers, unable to form any words.

  “And just so you know,” I add, “I came too. I stood in the doorway and touched myself while watching you. I don’t know that I’ve ever climaxed so hard in my life, you turned me on so much.”

  Her eyes widen.

  “Are you serious?” she gasps.

  I nod, although by now, my staff is at full attention once more.

  “It was the best treat I’ve ever gotten after returning from a long-haul flight. It was exactly what I needed, and I wanted to enter your bedroom, but didn’t think it was the right time.”

  Bella’s eyes are wide and her mouth forms a gaping “O” of shock.

  “It wasn’t?” she whispers.

  I shake my head.

  “It wasn’t the right time then, but it’s the right time now, don’t you think?”

  With that, I lean in and seize her lips in a passionate kiss. Bella is shocked at first, but she melts against me within seconds, and her mouth opens sweetly beneath mine. I groan deep in my chest, pulling her tightly against me.

  “Yes, baby,” I rasp. “Like that.”

  She mewls beneath my onslaught, her big breasts smashed against the hard wall of my chest, and soon, we’re fumbling at one another’s clothes. My cock pops out and the curvy girl lets out another shocked gasp.

  “Mr. Randall,” she gasps, eyes fixed on my huge size. “I don’t think I can.”

  I merely shake my head.

  “You can,” I growl in a low tone. “I watched you last night, and you took that dildo so good. Now, it’s time for the real thing.”

  With that, the curvy girl lays back on the couch, spreading her legs wide for me. I merely stop to take in the sight for a moment. She’s got creamy skin, huge, heaving breasts, and a pink slit made to be licked, kissed and penetrated. I lean down for a moment, sucking her clit before tickling the hard nub with my tongue.

  “Oooh!” she squirms, pinching her nipples as I go to town. “Ohhh yes, Daddy!”

  My chin wet, I come up to kneel between her knees.

  “Now take a deep breath, sweetheart, and relax. I’m big, but the more relaxed you are, the easier it’ll go in.”

  With that, I position my head at her sweet opening and she gasps as I angle the thick glans inside.

  “Mmm,” she groans, her eyes falling shut. “Oh god!”

  “There you go,” I croon once more, although my voice is getting raspy. My cock is so hard that it hurts, and I can’t wait to be buried to the balls in her wetness. “You’re taking it so good, sweetheart. You’re doing great.”

  Her eyes fly open and she stares at me, those brown eyes liquid.

  “Are we almost there?”

  I let out a hoarse chuckle.

  “Look down for yourself and see.”

  Bella glances to where our bodies are joined and she lets out another squeal.

  “Oh my god, you’re only halfway in! Unnnh!”

  She tilts her head back and her lashes flutter closed as I slide the rest of the way home.

  “Yes, baby, but you’re so wet and young, that it works. Now you’re taking me all. Does that feel good, honey?”

  But she’s too stuffed to be able to reply, and I merely smile while drawing back once more and pushing in again.

  “Yesss,” I hiss, watching as my gleaming pole slides into her pink folds. “Fuck yes.”

  But Bella can’t be underestimated because her eyes flutter open again and while keeping her gaze fixed on mine, she puts both hands beneath her knees and lifts them up so that I can slide in even deeper.

  “Ooh, just like that Daddy,” she pants. “Yes, dick me deep.”

  With that, I become a machine. I push in and out as deep squelching sounds fill the room. My balls bang against her asshole, and on instinct, I reach one hand below to gently tease her brown hole. That does it. Bella’s eyes goes wide, her back arches, and then she lets out an ear-piercing scream.

  “Mmmm!” she bellows, her pussy convulsing around my shaft. “Yes, Mr. Randall!”

  The violent spasms are too much, and with a roar, I climax as well.

  “Fuck baby!” I shout. “Shit shit shit!”

  Stars explode before my eyes as she clamps around me, milking my shaft with her sweet wetness. Tingles run from the base of my rod to my spine, and my legs feel weak as Bella writhes and pants beneath me. But soon, our pulses slow and I collapse on top of the curvy girl, our bodies slick with sweat.

  “Was that okay for you?” I pant, levering my huge form onto my elbows so as not to crush the beautiful woman. Her eyes are glossy and her mouth wet, but she giggles and then runs her hands over my sculpted back.

  “It was more than okay, Mr. Randall,” she murmurs. “It was absolutely wonderful, and I was just wondering if there will be more?”

  With a growl, my lips descend on hers again because Bella is the woman of my dreams, and finally, I have the opportunity to taste her in full.

  6

  Bella

  * * *

  It’s been three months since the first night Marcus and I spent together and the time has been wonderful. I didn’t think that illicit night when I went over to retrieve my toy would turn into us dating in secret, but it has, and I’m thrilled because the man I’m with is gorgeous, handsome, and so caring as well. For example, most times after we make love, he goes to the bathroom and returns with a warm, wet washcloth to sponge me off. The first time, I was surprised.

  “Oh my god, what are you doing?” I asked, my thighs slamming shut.

  He merely parted my knees with firm hands.

  “You’ve taken a lot of me, sweetheart, and my job includes after care. I want to make sure that you’re comfortable and not too sore. I did savage you like an animal, after all.”

  I giggled because he was rather gentle that first time. It was only afterwards that I learned what “savaging” would be like, and I sigh happily at the memory. Taking me in my back end was a shock, but I’ve learned to like it, and now my bottom’s well and truly stretched out from his “savagery.”

  Plus, Marcus still flies a lot, but he always makes time for me when he’s home. Fortunately, Faith is at the diner a lot these days, so there are plenty of nights when we’re able to have private time together at his house. Usually, we cook a meal and then enjoy a few hours of satisfying, deep, penetrative love. It’s amazing and beautiful.

  Not only that, but it shows. Yesterday at work, Lizzy told me I was positively glowing, and I nodded happily although I didn’t tell her why. After all, Marcus has been in town for a whole week, so I’ve been in an amazing mood. I wouldn’t be surprised if there’s a spring to my step, and a general feeling of joy. My boyfriend does that to me, and he makes me happy, full stop.

  Tonight, I’m at his house again, and we’ve just finished dinner before settling on the couch for a movie. I giggle a bit while looking at my man as he grabs the popcorn and takes his place next to me.

  “We shouldn’t have last night,” I reprimand him coyly.

  He pretends a shocked look.

  “What do you mean?”

  “Oh you know!” I giggle again. “Your daughter was just down the hall, but you kept doing that!” I say. After all, Faith and I had a girls’ night last night, and after my friend fell asleep, I crept into the master bedroom for hours of lovemaking with my man. We tried to be quiet but after he started licking my brown buttonhole, I lost it. I screamed so loud that the rafters shook, and I’m surprised the dead didn’t stir in their graves.

  “Well, you did have your face buried in the pillows,” my boyfriend chuckles while swatting my bottom.

  “The first time I did, but then after you put your tongue inside …”

  He chuckles.

  “Yeah, you did scream like a banshee then,” he acknowledges.

  “Oh you!” I squeal, swatting him on the arm. “You’re so bad!”

  Marcus merely growls with a smile and pulls me close. Ah, this is the life! I cuddle in next to his huge form, but then pull back for a moment.

  “When are you flying out again?” I ask in a light tone.

  One of his black brow raises.

  “Not for another week. Why?”

  I smile. “Well, I’m doing really well at Crème. I sold more lipsticks than the other two salesgirls combined last month, and so they want to send me to a make-up conference in Minneapolis. Would you… well, would you want to come with me?”

  The handsome pilot grins at me.

  “Me, make-up?”

  “Oh you know!” I say with a smile, although my heart’s beating hard in my chest. “It could be fun! You wouldn’t have to attend the conference itself. You could entertain yourself during the day, and then we’d meet up at night for dinner.”

  I hold my breath. This would be our first trip together as a couple, and even more, our first opportunity to be together in the outside world. We’ve been secretive about our relationship so far out of deference to his daughter, but I want to be seen with Marcus. I want to hold hands with him in public, and I want the world to know that this handsome man is with me. But will he say yes?

  Fortunately, Marcus leans in and presses a kiss to my brow.

  “I’d love to, honey,” he growls. “Although don’t expect me to learn anything about make-up. Or skin care. Or hair.”

  I giggle, my pulse racing.

  “You won’t need to, don’t worry! You’re just my plus one.”

  With that, we smile and laugh, although my heart’s practically beating out of my chest. Is Marcus Randall really my plus one? It sounds right, and as we settle in to watch the movie, I take his big hand and clasp it in my small one. Our fingers intertwine, and I sigh with pleasure. I could spend the rest of my life with this gorgeous man, but first things first: an out of town trip will be the next step in terms of exploring the depths of our love.

  “You alright? You seem lost in thought,” my man remarks as he steers the car with ease. We’re on our way to the beauty conference, and I’m enjoying the scenery while looking out the window.

  I jump. “What? Oh, sorry. I was just thinking about how this all started.”

  Marcus grins. He puts his hand on my thigh, dangerously close to my center and I immediately begin to heat. “I think about that a lot, too.”

  “Good,” I giggle while leaning over the center console to kiss Marcus’s cheek. “We should pay tribute to that dildo because it’s what got us started.”

  He laughs and squeezes my thigh.

  “You’re right. We should call him … I don’t know. Mr. Happy? Mr. Pleasure?”

  “Or how about Santa Claus?” I laugh. “For all the gifts he’s delivered our way.”

  Marcus grins and squeeze my thigh again.

  “Santa Claus it is then. He’s the big man bringing treats.”

  I laugh because our rapport is always so easy and contagious, and I’m really looking forward to spending a weekend alone with my man. It’s going to be fun, romantic, and so freeing to be in a city where no one knows us.

  When we pull up to the convention center, Marcus turns to me again.

  “You ready? You’ve got this, Bella. You’re going to knock everyone’s socks off.”

  I smile, warming at his praise.

  “I hope so because my manager, Cardine, wants me to schmooze some vendor Crème has been trying to score. I guess the Cherry Bliss brand is very picky about who they’ll work with, seeing that they have the number one selling lipstick in the world right now.”

  The pressure is insane. I can’t believe Crème trusts me to get Cherry Bliss to let us sell their products. If I’m unsuccessful … well, I can’t think about that. I have to do what needs to be done because really, it’s the primary reason I’m here.

  After Marcus parks the car, I hop out and pat my hair.

  “Do I look okay? Do you think we should go up to our hotel room first?”

  He merely grins and presses another kiss to my forehead.

  “You look perfect, sweetheart. Exactly the type of girl who’s going to be a success.”

  My cheeks flush and a happy smile crosses my lips. I already feel more confident, and together, we stride into the convention hall. The space is cavernous, and partitioned into various booths. There’s a cosmetics section, a skin care section, and a hair care section, and everywhere around me are products that I’d love to sample.

  “This is incredible!” I gasp. “I don’t know where to begin.”

  “Probably at the beginning,” Marcus chuckles. “Honey, I’ll accompany you a bit, but you know me. When I can’t handle it, I’ll just step aside and head to the Starbucks.”

  “Of course,” I say with a wink while taking his hand. “I wouldn’t expect you to get into the latest blush techniques.”

  With that, we amble up and down the various aisles. There are so many products that I’m overwhelmed. I see sparkle eye glitter in a rainbow of shades, and stop to ooh and ahh over a particularly striking purple. Plus, I’m obsessed with some of the fake eyelashes on display. They’re real mink and look so natural on the model that I’m astonished. Meanwhile, Marcus looms behind me, his big body hulking.

  “You could be modeling these products, you know,” he growls in my ear.

  I giggle. “No way. I’m too big to be a model.”

  Marcus puts an arm around my waist. “Not a chance, sweetheart. Why does it matter what size you are if it’s fake lashes?”