Read Online Open For Him (BBW / Billionaire Erotic Romance) by Karolyn James - Free Book Online Page B

work that’s half as good as this...”
    The serious tone and look on Derreck’s face swept all emotion out of Macy.  She felt like she had been punched in the chest, her air stolen.  She actually took a second to catch her breath.
    “Why did you come here?” she asked.
    “Because I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” Derreck said.  “I’m addicted to you, I can’t stop it.  I even threw the damn heels out three days ago... but it doesn’t matter.  I still see you.  I still feel you.”
    “Derreck... please...”
    “Please, yes, tell me something.”  Derreck moved towards Macy.  She tried to step back but found a wall waiting.  She hit it and sighed.  “Tell me something, Macy.  Why are you painting in here?”
    “How do you know this isn’t my normal spot?”
    “Because the floor is too clean.  And there’s nothing down.  But I bet...”
    Derreck took his right hand from his pocket and touched Macy’s face.  He went straight for the mess on her cheek, smearing small blobs of paint down her face and finally tapping her nose. 
    “Thanks,” Macy whispered. 
    Derreck raised his eyebrows.
    His looks were so hot and flirty.  Macy put her hands flat on the wall, wishing she could grip it.
    “But I bet,” Derreck repeated, “that I’ll find something...”
    Derreck turned and snapped his fingers when he saw the opened closet door.
    Shit, Macy thought.  Shit, shit, shit...
    Derreck rushed to the door and laughed.
    Macy’s secret was exposed.  Another secret at least.  In the closet she had a clear tarp down to protect the carpets.  She should have had something down in the dining room too, but it never dawned on her.  She never thought she would be painting in the open, let alone leaving the stuff out over night. 
    “You’re listening to me,” Derreck said.  He smiled.  “I like that.  I like that a lot, Macy.”
    Macy swallowed hard and pushed from the wall.  As she stepped towards Derreck she knew her moves were actual steps not to kill the distance between them, but to kill the distance between herself and her final secret.
    The secret beyond her curves.  The secret that kept her hidden so much.
    “What do you want from me now?” Macy asked.
    She stopped a few inches from Derreck.  He leaned towards her, his lips so close she could taste him.  Her mouth opened and she thought about flicking her tongue at him.
    “Why don’t we clean you up?” Derreck asked.
    “Paper towels are in the kitchen,” Macy said.
    Derreck laughed again.  “My gosh, the innocence... turn around, Macy, and walk.”
    Macy felt her body jump and her naughtiest places react.  Turning around walking would take her straight into the bathroom.
    Her excitement quickly became overshadowed by fear - a paralyzing fear - because being in the bathroom meant getting naked.  And getting naked meant Derreck would really see her. 
    “I want to see you,” Derreck said as he stepped up behind Macy.  
    His body touched her backside, his hands fitting around the curves of her hips with perfection.  She moaned and put her head back, touching Derreck’s shoulder.
    “I want you to see me,” Macy whispered, “but there’s... something...”
    “You’re beautiful,” Derreck said.  His hands squeezed at her hips.  Before Macy could say another word his hands crept under her shirt, touching her warm skin. 
    Macy felt Derreck’s body react.
    He thickened and his hardness touched her.
    His hands slid up, coming closer to her scars.  Macy shuddered and let out a cry just before Derreck’s fingers were there and gone.  He moved over all her scars without stopping or even flinching.  His mind was elsewhere, appreciating the form of Macy’s body.  At her breasts, his hands moved over her bra and paused long enough to squeeze.  Macy’s body throbbed and she pushed back against Derreck, wishing they were naked.  She wanted to just bend over and accept him again.
    She needed it.
    As Derreck