Covet the Curves: a Romance Collections Anthology

by Morgan, Nicole

  “How come you’re not having a potato? I don’t want you running out of energy either.”

  “Potatoes aren’t on my diet.”

  He started to cut into his steak and the knife went through it like it was hot butter. “What diet?”

  “We talked about this yesterday.” She frowned at her plate. “I’ve been trying to lose my divorce weight.”

  All he really remembered from yesterday was sex, sex and more sex. Wait, something about her ex-husband. “I told you, your ex is a dick. If you want to have a potato, have a potato. I like you the way you are.”

  “Maybe next time.”

  He put a piece of meat into his mouth. It chewed like it cut, melting in his mouth like heaven. “Wow, this is excellent. I’m not surprised you put on some weight if you can cook like this.”

  “Thank you.” She cut her own meat. “I am afraid you may have lost a few customers to your former employee.”

  “My former employee?”

  “Frankie. Three of the people I talked to today said they were going to call him directly when I told them you wouldn’t be able to get to them right away.”

  “No problem. Enough work to go around and Frankie doesn’t have a chipper so he can’t take any really big jobs.” He glanced at the appointment book on the counter next to the phone. “How many of my jobs did you move reschedule?”

  “Some of the customers you had on the book for this week had more urgent needs after the storm.”

  “But you got everything sorted out?” Lissa always had to be told to call people when he was going to be late and she hated talking to his customers on the phone. Man, great sex, great food, and an organized office clerk all in one? “Where have you been all my life?”

  “I was married.”

  “To an asshole who told you you were fat.”

  She winced.

  He stood up wishing he hadn’t wolfed down his dinner so fast. It had been really good, but he’d been eager to get to dessert. “Let’s go to bed.”

  “We have to clean up.”

  “You have too many rules.”

  She picked her half empty plate up off the table laughing.

  * * *

  Vicky opened her eyes. Her head rested on his chest. Today was the first day in three weeks that he had a day off. Between the storm and losing Frankie, he’d been out at dawn and coming home after sunset which at this time of year meant fourteen-hour days. She ran her fingers through the mat of wiry hair leading down his torso. Fourteen-hour days hadn’t stopped him from being an enthusiastic and biddable lover. The sex was burning off pounds better than all the yoga, jogging, and biking in the world. She was now halfway to her goal weight. All the activity was burning out the years of disappointment from her marriage. He did everything she asked, in and out of bed. So good. Trailing further down, she wrapped her fingers around his cock. Already hard, first thing in the morning.

  It wouldn’t last. He was too young for her. Until then though, she planned to enjoy him. She stroked him, letting that morning hard on mature into something really useful. He stirred, moaning. In the mornings he was so gorgeous with his long lashes lying on his cheeks in sleep and his face flush. She stroked harder. His lips parted.

  “Suck it, baby.” He moaned.

  She could. She hadn’t done that for him yet simply because she hadn’t wanted to, but there was no real reason for it and it would make him happy. Reaching into the bedside table, she located a condom and put it on him. Then she started licking him like an ice cream cone while still stroking him.

  “Yeah, that’s good. More.”

  She closed her mouth over his head. Enjoying his guttural groan. Working his with her hand, she sucked his head until he came.

  He opened his eyes and looked down at her. “Good morning.”

  “Only for you so far.” She pulled the condom off and threw it in the trash. His pleasure flushed face was turning her on.

  “I’ll make it up to you.” He slid his hands around her hips, pulling her up his body. “Are you getting smaller?”

  “I have been losing weight.”

  “But I liked you the way you were. You were healthy.” He rolled over so he was on top. “Today I’m going to take you out for dinner and then I’m taking you for ice cream. Based on what you just did I think you could make me cream my jeans watching you eat it.”

  For all his enthusiasm, he was a little unrefined at times and that was a turn off. “I wish you wouldn’t talk like that.”

  “Like what?”

  “Cream my jeans. It’s crass.”

  His sweet, young face clouded. “What?”

  “It makes you sound immature. I think it’s unattractive.”

  “Oh. Okay. What if I say watching you eat ice cream will be really exciting?”

  “That I like.” She traced her fingertip over his lips. Ice cream. “We should bring the ice cream back here so that if you get too excited we can manage it for you.”

  He grinned. “Sounds great. We’ll go out to dinner and bring the dessert home so we can manage our excitement.” He took her finger between his lips, tracing his tongue under her fingernail. “I owe you some payback, don’t I?”

  “You do.”

  He licked his lips. “What do you want me to do?”

  That was probably the most exciting thing he could say. Ever. She brushed her fingers through his hair. “Downward Dog.”

  “Really? You know how long I’ve been dreaming about that, right?”

  She slid out of bed, stretching to allow him time to look over her body. He loved looking at her body and that was another huge turn on. “Why don’t I prepare to assume the position?” She went to the end of the bed to start her routine. He crawled to the end of the bed to watch.

  Half moon to both sides. Back bend. He was breathing heavily. Hands to feet. “Get a condom,” she told him.

  “Yes, ma’am.” He scrambled to the table and walked around the bed rolling the condom on. “You always look so hot like this.”

  Until he said he liked it, she’d never felt sexy with her hands and feet on the floor and her ass in the air, but the moment he’d said he’d liked it, her opinion had changed.

  “I want to bury my face in your pussy.”

  “No. Fuck me this way.” Her thighs were tensed to aching. “Slowly.”

  He slid into her, hard and full setting an easy rhythm. With one hand he reached under her and started massaging her clit maddeningly slowly. Her knees shook.

  “Too slow,” she gasped.

  “There’s a too slow?” He shortened his thrusts, still moving too slow.

  “Don’t tease me.”

  He increased the friction with his fingers and lengthened his thrusts. “Tell me what you want.”

  “I want you to go faster and harder.”

  He picked up the pace. Vicky’s hands started to slide out from under her and her knees wanted to give, but her core was boiling.

  “Yes, good. Very good. Oh Ryan.” She clenched her teeth together against the shattering wave that took her. Her knees gave out and her hands slipped. She ended up in an ungraceful heap on the floor still shuddering from the release.

  “Are you okay?” Ryan knelt beside her.

  “I am fantastic. Let’s not do that again.”

  “Yeah, let’s not.” He helped her sit up and studied her face, then her knees. “Well, you’ll have to wear long pants to dinner or everybody’s going to want to know why I’m keeping you on your knees.”

  She laughed, but it wasn’t funny. He actually did mean to take her out like they were a dating couple. Dinner, in public, where people could see them. This town was small enough that most people knew she lived in the apartment over his garage and that she’d been doing secretarial work for him since Lissa left, but they were far enough out in the country that nobody knew the details. Once people saw them together, especially the way Ryan acted, they would piece the details together themselves and then Ryan would realize how ridicul
ous they were together. She wasn’t ready for this to end so soon. “Why don’t we just stay in?”

  “No, I haven’t been anywhere just to relax in ages. We’ll go out to that Mexican place over by the mall.”

  “I’ll just cook us something here.”

  “You’ve had to cook every night for weeks.” He stood and helped her up.

  “I like to cook.”

  “And I like to eat what you cook, but I want to take you out.”

  “Why are you being so stubborn about this?” She snatched her robe off the back of the chair.

  “I could ask you the same thing.”

  “Fine.” All good things came to an end. “I’ll make some breakfast. I planned to take care of the grass today and you were going to work on your basement.” She walked out of the bedroom to the kitchen. He liked a big breakfast to balance the heavy physical work he did, but since this was likely to be their last breakfast together maybe she should go all out. Give him something to miss.

  “What is wrong?” He followed her down the hall. “Usually when I tell a girlfriend I’m taking her out to dinner, she’s excited.”

  “I’m not like any of your other girlfriends.” The eggs were already on the counter, warmed to room temperature. Bacon, pancake mix, syrup and fresh melon from the fridge. Snatching the griddle out of the cupboard, she swung around nearly smacking him in the head with it.

  He caught her wrist. “Whoa, hey now. Planning on bashing my head in?”

  “No.” She tried to escape, but he pulled her closer, lifting the griddle and setting it on the counter.

  “What are you so pissed about? We’ve been working our asses off for weeks now. You don’t even work for me. I wanted to make you happy.”

  “I am happy just staying home with you.”

  “Are you embarrassed by me?”

  “No.” Not really. He was a little uncouth sometimes, but compared to some of the conversations she’d been treated to in the grocery store he was Cary Grant.

  “Then what is it?”

  “You are going to be embarrassed by me.”

  He laughed and slid his arm around her waist. “How is that going to happen? You’re hot. You’re smart. You know how to match beer to food.”

  “I’m at least fifteen years older than you and overweight.” This close together it was nearly impossible to not meet his eyes so she’d ended up staring at his Adam’s apple. He needed to shave yet. His dark whiskers stood out against his tanned skin.

  “Overweight? You’re disappearing in front of me.” He smoothed his hands over her behind drawing her tight against his body and reminding her that he was still completely naked. He was getting excited again. “There’s a lot less here than before and pretty soon, I’m not going to have anything to hold onto.”

  “I’m still old.”

  “So? That just means you know more.” He nuzzled her neck, opening her robe. “Some of the crazy shit you think up keeps me turned on all day afterward. I like this. I want more and I want to make everybody jealous about what I have.”

  “A chubby old woman.”

  “A mature vixen.” He lifted her onto the counter. One of the eggs rolled into the sink. She heard the shell crack.

  “We have work to do,” she said.

  “Can’t we put it off?”

  She wanted to tell him no to punish him for being so insistent, but the nudge of his cock just reminded her how much of a punishment it would be for her. “We don’t have a condom.”

  He reached into her robe pocket, fishing a foil packet out. “You are always prepared. One more thing to love about how smart you are.” He slid the condom on.

  “The counter is too high.” He knew how old she was and what she looked like naked in broad daylight and he still wanted her. Amazing.

  He wrapped her legs around her waist, his thick cock sliding along her split, lightly teasing her swollen clit. Carrying her across the room, he sat down in a chair with her straddling his lap. “Ride me, baby. I love being right here where you can fuck me while I have my face buried in your amazing tits.”

  She rose up to sheath herself on him. Wrapping her arms around his neck to press his face into her cleavage, she rocked. He groaned, his mouth questing and his hands cupping her ass. Good, this was very good. All that yoga paid off in the control and balance she’d developed in her legs to make this go on and on until he was moaning in a haze of lust. He would miss this too. When he left her, he would miss the sex.

  So would she. Her climax clutched her, shattering her control. She tightened around him, pulling his orgasm from him.

  For a long time she didn’t move. He held her, his lips working her nipples with pleased murmurs. They were going to get a late start to the day, but she’d had a late start to life so in the grander scheme of things, what did it matter? After he left her, she’d just have to find another young man. He didn’t have to love her. He only had to be willing to have sex with her and not embarrass her in public.

  Love was overrated.

  Chapter Four

  Ryan parked in a space on the cracked asphalt of the Mexican restaurant. The restaurant looked deserted even though it was high dinner rush. He hurried around to Vicky’s side to open her door. Maybe the fact that it was so dead would relax her a little. She was so nervous she had his guts in knots.

  All day long they had pottered round the house like an old married couple. Not long after the storm, she’d asked him to teach her how to drive the lawnmower so he hadn’t had to worry about how overgrown his own house was getting while he was taking care of everyone else’s. Plus, the vibration inspired her. The first time he came home after the mowed, she’d jumped him in the garage. He opened the door and held out his hand.

  Stepping out, she gave him a cool, unreadable look. She looked amazing. She’d styled her hair and put on some make up he could barely see. He only knew it was there because her eyes looked more intense and her face was smoother. She had on a red top and a black swishy skirt. She’d spent a panicked hour in her bedroom with the door closed ripping through her closet. Everything she owned was too old or too big or too something. He’d knocked but she wouldn’t open up until she was ready. Around her neck and dangling from her ears might be real diamonds. He wouldn’t put it past her to have some. Whoever the dick ex was, he had had money. Her Audi spent most of its time in his garage, but it was the talk of the town when she went out. Everybody knew whose car it was.

  “I was told the food is good here.” But the place was empty. Bad sign. He wanted this to be good for her. Needed it.

  “I’m sure it will be fine.”

  He kept hold of her hand across the lot and helped her up to the sidewalk. The host opened the door from the inside with a huge smile. “Welcome, welcome. Two this evening? Lovely, right this way.” He led them to a row of booths in the window. “Here we are.”

  “I don’t want to sit in the window.” Vicky surveyed the mostly empty restaurant. “How about over there?” She pointed to a section where no one was seated.

  “I am afraid the server in that section isn’t in yet so we are not seating anyone there.”

  “When will the server be in?” Vicky folded her arms.

  Ryan looked over the booths. They were going to end up in one of them no matter what the host said.

  The host fidgeted. “It will be over an hour before her shift starts.”

  “Then just send one of your other servers to take our order.” Vicky started toward the section she had chosen.

  Ryan shrugged at the host as they walked past. Vicky picked a seat at the edge of the group of booths nearest the drink station and settled herself in.

  The host laid menus on the table. “I will get a server for you. Tonight is margarita night and the special is the enchilada platter.” Poor guy looked green.

  “Why didn’t you want to sit in the other booth?”

  “Because it was in the window. I’m not on display.”

  He reached across the ta
ble. “I want to display you.”

  She gave him a tight smile, pulled her hand away and opened her menu.

  Shouldn’t have forced her into this. But he did want to display her. She had killer curves and she was smart and a real lady. Other guys were going to be jealous without knowing what a demon she was in bed. Or out of bed. After she helped in rearrange his living room, she’d helped him christen it, twice. He skimmed the menu, picking out a platter of fish tacos.

  The host came around with a basket of tortilla chips and a bowl of salsa. Setting aside her menu, Vicky pushed it closer to him. “I shouldn’t have those.”

  “Why not?”

  She grimaced which meant it was on her list of forbidden foods with potato chips and ice cream and all the fun things. She must have been really rattled by that storm a couple of weeks ago to have accepted his chips and his beer. If he’d known he’d have appreciated it more.

  “You’re gorgeous, you know that? You remind me of Marilyn Monroe.”

  “She was a size fourteen.”

  “She was a sex symbol. She fucked JFK.” He leaned across the table. “I bet they did it in the Oval Office.”

  A tiny smile played across her lips.

  He reached across the table, palms up and she laid her hands across his. “I’m glad you decided to come out with me tonight.”

  “You had a strong argument.”

  He squeezed her fingers. “I’ll get you hammered on margaritas and take you out to a corn field to do unspeakable things to you.”

  The tiny smile grew and curled into something very inviting. “Promise?”

  “Hello.” The waitress spoke with a thick Jamaican accent.

  Vicky jerked her hands away from him, folding them in her lap out of sight.

  “My name is Cada and I’ll be your server this evening,” the waitress continued as if nothing had happened. “Can I get you something to drink?”

  “I’d like a Bud and the lady will have a margarita.”

  “Oh no, I’ll just have water.”

  So much for getting her drunk. “I think we’re ready to order. I’d like the fish taco platter.” Damn, he should have asked what she was getting so he could have ordered for her like a gentleman. If he was going to have a woman like this he needed behave like he deserved her.