The Master & his Muse: A Short & Sweet BBW Erotic Romance

Lila French is thrilled when she wins the chance to have her portrait painted by world-renowned artist, Alessandro Lamberti. Known for his chiseled cheekbones as much as his brilliant brushstrokes, he is drop dead gorgeous, and Lila is aroused from the moment she sets eyes on him.

To create a powerful painting, Alessandro must get to know Lila first, so he starts asking questions to get her to open up. Emotions are raw, and things quickly get intimate as Lila and Alessandro connect on a deeper level. And when the time comes, their sexual chemistry is off the charts!

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I couldn't take my eyes off the painting. The light, the color, the width of the brush strokes--it was such a harmonious composition, definitely museum quality work. And me...

He'd painted me true to life; he hadn't tried to downplay my fleshy bits, but still I looked so freakin' sexy! The black lace was absolutely perfect. I was glad he'd convinced me to wear it. But all of these things--the lace, the curves of my body and the composition of the painting--were secondary to the most powerful element of the painting: my eyes.

I couldn't begin to imagine how he could pack so much emotion into two tiny little orbs composed of canvas and paint, but somehow he managed it. To be fair, he did enlarge my eyes. In actuality, they weren't that large in comparison to the rest of my face, but even so, they were brimming with emotion--fear, wonder, loss, love and hope. Mostly hope.

"Wow..."

I turned to Alessandro. He gave me a kind smile, but he didn't say anything.

"It's beautiful," I whispered, turning back to the painting.

"You're beautiful," he said in a voice nearly as quiet as mine.

I turned back to him, searching his eyes.

"You," he whispered. "You are beautiful."

I parted my lips, wanting to say something. Surely he must be mistaken. How could it be possible for a man so drop dead gorgeous to think that I was beautiful?

But Alessandro apparently misinterpreted my parted lips, because he slowly leaned forward to give me a kiss so soft, so sweet and so lovely that my heart practically melted. His tongue was gentle yet firm, and it swirled around in my mouth with such grace, I felt like I must be dreaming.

"Oh, Alessandro," I said as we slowly pulled apart.

He gently brushed a lock of hair from my face. "You, Lila French, are truly exquisite."

I bit my lip, and couldn't help but frown. Granted, I wasn't a dog or anything. I'd been known to turn a few heads in my day (even with the extra bulk) but it seemed somehow ridiculous that a man as hot as Alessandro Lamberti could be as smitten with me as he claimed to be.

"How can you possibly think that?" I asked him. "You--you're like male model material and me? Well, I'm a big girl. Um...as you can see."

He stroked my cheeks and slowly moved his hands to my shoulders, down my arms, and then to my waist. It was damn near impossible not to suck my gut in (which would just be too sad) but I managed it.

"I love your body," he said, running his hands all over my waist and my back. "You're so soft. You are how a woman should feel."

I thought I had died and gone to Heaven. His hands felt so good on my body! I close my eyes and leaned in for another kiss.

It was deeper this time, more intense. I started exploring Alessandro's body with my hands--his strong arms, his muscular back, his powerful shoulders. I was getting so into the zone that I didn't even worry about the fact that I wasn't actually wearing any clothes until one particularly passionate grope of Alessandro's loosened the folds and suddenly the yards of black silk were pooled around my ankles.