The Billionaire's Curvy Submissive (BBW Billionaire Erotica Novel) by Denise Avery Page B

waiting out in the town car, and was
probably getting impatient.
    “Just tell me why you’re leaving, Claire, and
I promise to leave you alone?”
    “I...” Claire started, not knowing what to
tell the chap, “It’s just that I... Uh... Am a lesbian now?”
    “Bullshit.”
    “Yeah...” Claire admitted. True, she had
enjoyed some love play with her best friend Savannah of late. The
more experienced girl had let Claire enjoy the wonders of licking
and sucking a pretty girl to orgasm, and that had been a fantastic
experience for them both. Claire felt more confident in
experimenting sexually and pursuing Parker while Savannah got the
benefit of Claire’s natural talents. It was definitely what you’d
call a win-win situation, but it was true that she didn’t feel any
romantic sentiments for Savannah. They were still best friends, to
be sure, but Claire didn’t want to be in a relationship with a girl
that went beyond casual lovemaking.
    This was not the case when it came to Parker,
with whom she wanted a lasting, trusting relationship. It may have
seemed a bit odd from the outside, the fact that she trusted him so
implicitly even though their lovemaking was pretty intensely rooted
in the realm of dominant and submissive play. But still, she didn’t
care what their relationship looked like to the world, all she
cared about was her man. Parker had changed the way that she saw
the entire scope of her life, and she loved him for it. She wanted
them to be together for the long run.
    This was made easier by the fact that Parker
had recently opted to divorce his wife, and Claire’s former boss,
Cheryl. He’d taken some dramatic steps to make sure that Cheryl
knew he was serious. In fact, he’d orchestrated Cheryl’s walking in
on Parker and Claire locked into some extreme love-making just so
there would be no ifs ands or buts about it later. The technique
seemed to have worked, as neither Claire nor Parker had heard
anything but radio silence from Cheryl. Her lawyer had been in
touch, naturally, but even the outrageous alimony she was
requesting didn’t put a dent in the billions Parker had accrued.
Cheryl was decidedly out the picture, and Claire wished desperately
that Tommy would join her there. But it didn’t look like she was
going to get off that easy this time.
    “Just give me one good reason that I should
let you walk out this door,” Tommy said, scrambling to stand
between Claire and her exit.
    Just as Claire was parting her lips to reply,
the front door slammed open, knocking Tommy away from his post.
They both looked up, shocked, and Claire was amazed to see Parker
standing in the doorway. He brushed off the sleeve of his Italian
suit jacket and grimaced at the dim, filthy apartment.
    “I thought I told you to get a dead bolt?”
Parker chided Claire.
    “Must have slipped my mind,” Claire said
softly.
    “Are you ready to go?” Parker asked, reaching
for her suitcase. As his hand closed around the handle, Tommy
peeked around the front door, confused.
    “Who the hell are you?” Tommy cried, “Claire,
is your Dad helping you move out or something? We’re not even done
talking about all of this?”
    “Is this your boyfriend?” Parker asked,
disgustedly.
    “Unfortunately,” Claire grumbled, glaring at
the scrappy mess she had dated for far too long.
    “I see,” Parker said, looking Tommy up and
down.
    “Claire and I were just working through some
things,” Tommy said, doing his best to draw himself up opposite
Parker. It was a futile endeavor. Parker’s built-up, firm physique
towered over Tommy’s scrawny frame, the older man’s razor of a jaw
line made the boy’s look like play-doh. Claire had to hold back her
laughter at the sight. Poor Tommy didn’t stand a chance against so
fine a specimen as Parker.
    “Tell you what,” Parker said, “We’re going to
get a move on before we hit rush hour. Places to go, people to see,
and all that. You’re going to wallow here alone and think