Curves For Him: 10 Delicious Tales

by Aubrey Rose

  She took them with fingers shaking so much it was hard to keep the papers still enough for her to read them. And when she finally did, a silent gasp burst from her.

  He had changed his name to Lambert.

  Mykolas laid his heart out. “You’ve risked too many things for me, my love. And this was the only thing I could do to show you that I’m willing to take every goddamn risk to prove to you that I love you, and that if you just give me one...” His voice shook and became raw with emotions. “Just one chance, my love, and I will love you like no man can ever love you. I’m yours forever, no matter...no matter if you have me or not.”

  Velvet closed her eyes. She didn’t want to see his face as she whispered, “Or not.”

  And then she was turning her back on him, walking away, and he didn’t make even one sound. She wanted to look back but she forced herself not to, telling herself it was better this way. Blindly making her way to the back exit, she found herself stunned to see Mykolas’ manservant, Dodds, waiting for her.

  “I was instructed to wait for you in the event that you went out through here, Mrs. Sallis. He believed you would be more comfortable with someone you know to drive you to your choice of destination.”

  She allowed the older man to walk her to a waiting car, and a hysterical laugh started to bubble inside her when she saw that it was a limousine. Of course it had to be a limousine. Mykolas Sallis was a proud Greek billionaire. Only limousines were worthy enough for his butt. He was that proud – so proud he had changed his name to hers. For Velvet.

  No, no, NO!

  She was not going to think along those lines.

  It was better this way.

  Inside the car, Dodds had used his own set of controls to switch the TV open. She started to tell him that she wasn’t interested in watching it when she realized that the sneaky old man had chosen the channel where a live interview of Mykolas was being broadcasted.

  Oh God.

  She shouldn’t watch this. It would only complicate matters. She knew all these but she just couldn’t tear her gaze away the moment the camera focused on Mykolas’ face. He looked haunted, grief-stricken, and her heart squeezed hard.

  “Is it true that you’ve changed your name to Lambert?”

  “What does this mean? Should we call you Missus now since we know who’s wearing the pants in the family?”

  “We heard your wife left you for another man and she got half of your fortune in a Swiss bank account. Anything to say about this?”

  More questions were shot at him in rapid succession, all of them viler than the last. But throughout it, Mykolas remained stoic, as if he was punishing himself...

  A strangled sob escaped her throat.

  It was as if he was punishing himself, turning the tables around so he could feel how she felt when he had tried to hurt her that night, when he had tried to humiliate her and accused Velvet of so many things she didn’t understand because she hadn’t done anything wrong.

  “What happened to the part of your vows about sticking together through thick or thin, better or worse, richer or poorer?” Another reporter jeered.

  Someone laughingly answered, “Or not.”

  The whole crowd laughed.

  Except for Mykolas.

  For those two words had broken him where all other insults had failed.

  I’m yours forever, no matter...no matter if you have me or not.

  Or not.

  She looked at Dodds. “Please take me back to him.”

  “Right away, Mrs. Sallis.” And with a swift turn of the wheel that had her clutching the handlebar for support, Dodds drove them quickly back to the bar and made a turn so they could get to where Mykolas was.

  His security team immediately allowed them to pass, and she realized that the press had only been able to get close to him because Mykolas had allowed it. Fresh tears stung her eyes as she came to understand that it was yet another way for him to punish himself.

  When Dodds stopped the car, she threw the door open and jumped out. Dodds started honking his horn, creating a furor that allowed Velvet to force her way to the front. She was so bent on reaching Mykolas that when she finally found herself past the crowd, she lost her footing and ended up crashing into him.

  Mykolas looked down at the woman who had crashed into his arms and was stunned to find a crying Velvet meeting his gaze. He said dazedly, “Velvet?”

  “L...L...L...” God, it was so hard to say the words even though she knew this time she had to. Because this time, she also knew that how she felt about Mykolas was the same way he felt about her.

  “What are you doing here?” he demanded hoarsely.

  “L...L...” She looked at him, begging for him to understand. But it was as if he didn’t want to allow himself to hope, fearing that if he did and it wasn’t true, he would never be able to get over it.

  Velvet swallowed, inhaled, and tried again. “L...L...Let’s fuck?”

  WHOA. Camera bulbs started flashing more quickly, the whole crowd suspended in disbelief at her words, which she had apparently spoken more loudly than she meant to.

  Mykolas on the other hand was looking at her as if he didn’t quite know what to make of her. “You want to fuck right now?”

  She stammered, “No, I mean, yes...” She glared at him in frustration.

  Mykolas felt like she was waiting for him to say something, but damn if he could figure it out. All he knew was that she was here, and he might...he might still have a chance. “I love you, Velvet,” he whispered. He couldn’t help it. “You are and will always be my love.”

  Oh.

  She threw her arms around him, and suddenly the words were so easy to say. “Love you,” she whispered. “So much.”

  Epilogue

  “Happy first monthsary, Mr. Lambert!” Velvet jumped out of her hiding place.

  “What the fuck?” Since all the lights in their living room were closed and it was a few minutes past midnight, his wife had almost succeeded in giving him a heart attack, coming out like a ghost from one darkened corner. “You gave me the scare of my life...”

  The lights switched on, revealing Velvet’s crestfallen face.

  “...my love,” Mykolas hastily ended. God, he kept forgetting pregnancy had made her sensitive and moody.

  When her face lit up with a beaming smile, Mykolas knew he had done the right thing.

  “I just wanted to surprise you,” she admitted to him with a pout.

  The pouting lip never failed with him, and in seconds he had her in his arms and was kissing her hard. He was aroused, too, very much so, if the way his cock was practically grinding into her pussy was any indication.

  And that was a good thing, Velvet thought with a sigh as Mykolas lifted his head, considering what her gift to him was. “I have another surprise for you,” she told him excitedly and immediately pulled him towards the stairs.

  “Just remember I’m a lot older than you are,” he reminded her half-seriously.

  Velvet only snorted. “You just turned thirty.”

  “With the way your surprises turn out, I’m thirty going on sixty.” It was not an exaggeration. Last week’s surprise had started with Velvet bursting into tears while they were having a candlelit dinner in a fancy restaurant. With everyone glaring at them, Mykolas had felt like the world’s greatest jerk even though he had no fucking idea what he had done wrong and was even more clueless and desperate about what he should do to make Velvet feel better.

  It was only when he was about to go insane with worry did she stop crying long enough to tell him she was pregnant.

  Velvet was standing next to the door of their bedroom, a naughty look on her beautiful face. “Ready?”

  “Ready,” he affirmed even though he wasn’t really sure there was a way to be ready for Velvet’s brand of surprises.

  She threw the door open. “Ta-da!”

  For a moment, all he could do was stare.

  A second later, Mykolas recovered from his surprise and
whistled, making her laugh. “Do you like it?” she asked as she pulled him inside the room with her.

  “It depends,” he murmured, a wicked gleam in his eyes. “Will you be using it now?”

  “Of course. This is one of my risk gifts, after all.” Since they had gotten back together, she and Mykolas had taken turns giving each other gifts that showed how much risk they were willing to take to prove their love.

  He raised a brow. “And you’re taking the risk of...?”

  God, she loved it when he raised his brow like that at her. It was so sexy, the way he could make the look so powerfully commanding. It was as if he knew he only had to raise an eyebrow and she’d take off her clothes and beg him to make love to her.

  “Velvet?”

  Oh, damn. She had zoned out on him. Seeing where he was looking, she said, “Isn’t it obvious? I’m taking the risk of making an ass of myself with this.” And not waiting for him to speak, she shrugged out of her robe, letting it fall slowly down her shoulders, her arms, and legs to reveal the costume she had underneath.

  Mykolas’ jaw dropped.

  And then in the next moment, he seemed to recover and moved about the room with incredible speed, drawing the curtains of the balcony shut and triple-locking the door.

  Velvet burst into laughter. “Are you crazy? No one’s going to spy on us here.”

  “You can’t be too careful. Your body is mine, my love, and having anyone see you wearing something like that is not the kind of risk I fancy taking.”

  She ran a hand seductively down her curves. “You like it?”

  The costume was that of a belly dancer, with a low cut bikini top and a matching barely there skirt that would likely fly up if she wriggled her butt the tiniest bit. Both were made of gold silk, and bejeweled cords dangled from both her top and skirt.

  He said thickly, “Damn right I like it.”

  The way he looked at her made Velvet swallow, and she hurried to where her iPhone was on standby, already connected to the speakers. She pressed play and a Shakira song filled the room as she started to dance. She was a really bad dancer, but she genuinely did her best to emulate Shakira with her movements as she whirled and twirled herself around the dance pole she had installed in their bedroom.

  When she saw Mykolas’ lips twitch as she almost lost her footing with the last pose she struck around the pole, Velvet scowled. And then an idea hit her and she turned her back to him. When she was facing him again, her breasts were completely bare.

  The smile was immediately wiped off and an enthralled expression had replaced it on his face.

  Mykolas did his best to control himself as he stared, mesmerized, at the way Velvet’s breasts jiggled so beautifully with every movement she made. His fingers curled into fists to prevent himself from reaching out to her, but when in her next twirl she had also dispensed with her bikini skirt and was now completely naked, his control broke.

  “Mykolas,” she shrieked in surprise and laughter when he whirled her around in his arms. She wasn’t able to say anything more, his mouth hungrily closing over hers. His hands rushed all over her naked body, and then he was turning her around again. She sighed and stretched as he ran kisses down her back, and she gulped when she felt him shaping her buttocks then slowly parting them wide open.

  “Umm...Mykolas?” He had never touched her there before.

  He whispered to her ear,” Scared?”

  “Absolutely.”

  Laughing, he took pity on her and released her buttocks. “Perhaps after you’ve given birth.” For a moment, a tender smile curved on his lips as he wrapped an arm around her from behind and rested his hand on her womb. “Thank you for giving me this, my love.”

  She leaned back against him. “L...Love you.” It was getting easier and easier to say the words.

  He bit her ear. “Love you, too, but now, I want you to say the other words.”

  Other words? Frowning, she asked, “Let’s fuck?”

  “Gladly.” And then he was taking off his clothes, and making her grip the pole tightly, he nudged her legs apart and made her bend forward before slowly and steadily pushing his cock inside her. She was already wet, and the fact that she always was for him warmed Mykolas to the core.

  Idly, he caressed her breast with one hand and played with her clit using the other while he continued to torture her with slow and steady strokes, knowing it was going to drive her insane.

  “Mykolas,” Velvet choked out.

  He made his thrusts even slower.

  Velvet gritted her teeth. “Stop torturing me, dammit.”

  “But what do you want?”

  She glared at him even as she gasped, “Harder—-” And she screamed as he started thrusting hard into her, enough to have her breasts slam against the pole again and again with every hard and heavy thrust. Her heart thrummed with every shove of Mykolas’ cock, and she couldn’t help but moan when he started pinching her nipple while setting the pace of his thrusts.

  Mykolas suddenly lifted one of her legs up, almost to the point that it was vertical to the pole. When he pushed back into her, his cock slid deeper into her with the new position, and the feel of him filling her so fully made Velvet see stars.

  “Mykolas!” She screamed his name with each pounding of his cock. Each time, she wanted it harder and each time he did succeed at thrusting into her harder. With her leg up, Velvet was left completely open to his possession, and she couldn’t recall ever feeling this full. Every thrust sent her to new heights, and soon she was gasping, “Mykolas, I’m coming—-”

  The words, spoken in Velvet’s sweet husky voice, were more potent than any sex pill, making Mykolas’ balls tighten as it readied its release. Swiftly, he turned her head to the side so he could capture her mouth in a kiss the same time he shoved his cock as deeply as he could inside her – deep enough to reach her womb.

  She screamed into his mouth as she came, and he growled her name against her lips as he came with her. The orgasm took forever but at the same time, it felt like it didn’t last long enough.

  Velvet was limp with exhaustion when it was over, and she gladly surrendered herself to her husband’s ministrations as he took them to the shower and soaped her body. By the time it was over, she was so sleepy she could barely keep her eyes open as he rubbed her dry and brought her back to the bedroom.

  “Pole...hide...” She knew she was mumbling incoherently, but she just couldn’t rouse herself long enough to tell Mykolas that she still had to figure out how to stop Dodds from seeing the pole. It would be so embarrassing if he did, Velvet thought drowsily.

  “Sleep, my love,” he murmured soothingly as he pulled her to him, spoon fashion. “I’ll take care of everything.” He meant every word, and it didn’t matter what she would ask of him. Losing her once – twice – had taught him a precious lesson the hard way, and he did not need it repeated again. Not in this fucking lifetime. Velvet was his heart. His life. He literally could not live without her the same way a man wouldn’t be able to survive without a heart that beat.

  Velvet reached for his hand under the covers and brought it to her heart. “L...”

  He kissed her head. “I know. I feel the same.”

  She still made herself say it even as she felt herself drifting further into unconsciousness. “Love you.” Only then was she able to sleep, safe and happy in the knowledge that she had been able to tell Mykolas she loved him.

  When she woke up the next day, it was already mid-morning and Mykolas was no longer at home. She was also relieved to see that the pole was gone from their bedroom. Sweet man, Velvet thought with a smile. He had really taken care of it. When she checked her phone for the time, she saw a message from her husband.

  Come to the office as soon as you can. It’s my turn to show you my risk gift.

  Oh my God! You risked going to work late for li’l ole me? I am soooo flattered!

  Stop being a smartass if you don’t want to risk a spanking.

  Smiling, she made
haste in taking a shower and dressing up before having one of the drivers take her to Mykolas’ workplace. The entire building had been redecorated, down to the color of the walls. No excuses had been made, but when she saw for the first time how much change his own office had undergone, Velvet knew it had been all for her.

  Mykolas didn’t want her to have any bad memories of the place.

  And she didn’t, knowing and appreciating the lengths he had gone to to make the memories disappear.

  As she took the elevator to get to his office, Velvet wondered what kind of risk Mykolas was taking for her. The damn man wasn’t exactly afraid of taking a lot of risks, after all. In fact, the only risk she knew of was being caught having sex in public, and that was only because he was possessive about her and did not want to have anyone see her naked.

  Mykolas, looking sophisticated and dazzlingly handsome in a sleek gray suit and a pink tie, was waiting for her right outside the elevator when the doors slid open. She found herself a little dazed – but happily so – when he welcomed her with a more passionate kiss than usual. Normally, he liked to be circumspect with his staff.

  “Umm, everything okay?” As they walked to his office, she couldn’t help but notice that everyone working on his floor was staring at them, whispering, giggling, and smirking.

  “Perfectly fine.” There was an indolent air about him that made Velvet’s eyes narrow.

  “You didn’t just masturbate, did you?”

  He choked and demanded under his breath, “Why the fuck would you think I’d do that?”

  She answered in a low, accusing voice, “Because it’s like you just had sex!”

  “You’re almost right.” His lips formed a smile that had shivers running down her spine for some reason. “You just got the timing wrong. I’m about to have sex.” He opened the door to his office.

  Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped. She now knew why everyone had been giving them odd looks. Mykolas had reinstalled her dance pole in his office – and everyone here had seen it! “Mykolas!” But she was being gently but firmly pushed inside his office and when she whirled around to face Mykolas, she saw him locking the door and then slowly taking off his blazer, his fierce glowing eyes focused on hers.