If only her reality were more like her fantasies. . .
Tiffany Landers is a big, beautiful woman with a big appetite--for men. Sadly, finding a man who appreciates a sexy, curvy girl doesn’t happen as often as she would like. When her best friend suggests she vacation at the mysterious hotel and spa, The Donna Bella, she’s afraid that it’s just another fat farm.
But, this luxurious hotel filled with handsome men isn’t at all what she expected. And best of all, the bellboys do a lot more than tote luggage. By the time the hot, eager bellboys are finished with her, Tiffany will never be the same again.
Don’t miss this second story in the Hot and Heavy erotica series, which celebrates curvy, beautiful women and the naughty men who lust after them.
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Tiffany's Tale
“Right this way, Miss,” the bellboy said. Johnny, as his
name tag stated, led her to the elevator bank. Tiffany enjoyed the view all the
way there.
“Wait until you see your view, Miss Landers. It’s
spectacular.”
“The view down here isn’t too bad, either,” she answered. She gave him a meaningful look with her long-lashed eyes.
He returned her glance with a heated one of his own. A lock
of blond hair swooped above one blue eye, and his lips were full and made for
nibbling. The elevator door silently opened, and they stepped in together.
Before it began to move, Tiffany could feel the heat between them ramping up.
She found that she wanted to know what his lips tasted like. Studying his
reflection in the mirror that wrapped around the elevator, she could see his
handsome features and that he was staring at her, too.
In fact, he stood so close to her, she figured this would be the perfect time to test Sarah’s inside information.
Placing a well-manicured finger on the stop button, she
froze the elevator between the first and second floors. The bellboy moved
closer, so close they were almost touching.
“Is there something I can do for you?” he asked, lightly
letting his hands trace the curves of her body over her skin-tight dress.
“Feel free to use your imagination,” she said with a husky
voice.
“You wouldn’t say that if you knew what was in my head,” he
said with a predatory smile. Suddenly the surfer boy looked less wholesome and
more dangerous.
“Give it a try. I can handle it,” she replied as she began
to slowly unbutton his jacket. When she had unbuttoned the last gold button, he
let the jacket slide off making Tiffany almost gasp. His chest was bare
underneath his jacket, and his chest and abdomen were ripped and lightly
tanned.
She stood on her tippy toes, wrapped her arms around his
neck, and began to nuzzle his ear.
“Someone’s a bad boy, then,” she said with a breathy voice.
“You don’t know the half of it.”
In one swift move, he grabbed her hands by the wrist and
held them above her head, leaving her completely at his mercy. With his free
hand, he began to unzip her dress, the sound of the zipper and their rapid
breathing filled the elevator. A few adjustments later, her dress fell at her
feet. Like a starving man, he began to explore her body with his mouth. His
lips felt soft and warm and entirely arousing. When his lips traveled to the
inviting mounds peeking above her pink lacy bra, she thought she might go crazy
if he didn’t come inside her soon. He nibbled a nipple through the lace, and
the sharp pleasure of it made her moan.
Tiffany rubbed her body against his, feeling his hard
erection against her belly.
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