The Billionaire & the BBW: A Short & Sweet Erotic Romance

Nicole Baker is beautiful, curvy and kind-hearted, but her self-esteem is in the pits. When she meets sexy billionaire, Steven Franklin, she can't seem to grasp the fact that he's smitten with her.

Steven can't imagine why the charismatic beauty questions her sex appeal, so he sets about proving to Nicole just how much she turns him on. From some thrillingly daring finger action at a crowded restaurant to the passion-flamed lovemaking in Steven's penthouse suite, Nicole is in for the hottest night of her life.


EXCERPT:

"Someone like you--a super successful, smart, wealthy, handsome and fit guy--why would you be interested in a someone like me--a big girl with a menial job? It doesn't make any sense at all."

He leaned back and gazed at me curiously with those electric blue eyes.

"It doesn't make any sense that I'd meet a beautiful, sexy woman and want to get to know her better?" he asked.

I actually snorted with laughter. "Oh, come on."

"Are you saying you don't believe that I'm attracted to you?"

"No, that's not what I'm saying." I took another sip of champagne while I tried to get my thoughts straight. "It just seems so unlikely. I mean, you--you could probably date supermodels."

"I have dated supermodels," he said. "They're not really my type."

"Oh, shut up." I reached over to give him a swat on the arm. "Get serious."

I loved the way his eyes twinkled when he smiled. He had such perfect teeth too. He was the perfect guy, or it seemed like he was. There had to be a catch.

"I'm completely serious," he said, reaching over to take my hand. "I love a woman who's soft, warm, supple. I'm just not that attracted to skinny women."

I didn't know what to say. I watched as he stroked the back of my hand and then reached up to caress my arms--my flabby arms. Was this really happening?

"Do you have any idea how desperately attracted I am to you?" he asked.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes.

"You don't believe me, do you?" He tilted his head to the side once again, giving me that curious look I was quickly getting used to. "Am I going to have to prove it to you?"

"How would you do that?"

He arched an eyebrow and gave me a wicked smile. And then he moved his chair a little bit closer to mine, angled it more toward me and said, "Here's how."

Reaching down under the crisp white tablecloth, Steven's hand came to rest on my thigh. I tensed. My thighs were big anyway, but flattened against the seat of a chair, they were truly massive.

Evidently, he didn't think so. Or if he did, he didn't see it as a bad thing. His expression was contented, almost serene as he rubbed my leg, massaging the flesh from my knee all the way up to the top of my thigh, inching gradually inwards as he progressed. As his fingers got closer to my pussy, I stared at him in awe. He wasn't really going to go for it...was he?

Actually, he was. I watched his eyes darken as his pupils eclipsed the electric blue of his irises.

When Steven started massaging my mound with those wondrously deft fingers, I had to bite down hard on my bottom lip to keep from crying out, and it became even more of a challenge when he started teasing my clit, even through the thin fabric of my panties.

My chest rose and fell so dramatically, I thought for sure we'd get caught. I glanced around at the other diners, but thankfully none of them were looking our way. Even so, I didn't see how we could possibly get away with this.

"What if we get caught?" I whispered, my eyes wide with fright.

"We won't. Don't worry." He reached for my hand and planted a kiss on the back of it. Oh, his hands were so good. So good. "It just looks like we're deep in conversation. I don't suppose..."

"What?" I asked, breathlessly as my clit quivered beneath his fingers.