Curvy Chelsea & the Delivery Guy 2

Used as a boy-toy for his wholesome, muscular good looks plenty of times in the past, Toby is determined to be considered a serious suitor by the curvaceous and head strong Chelsea. She is everything that Toby wants in a woman—sexy, voluptuous, and naughty not to mention kind hearted, smart and amazing. When he discovers that she has a submissive streak, it’s everything he can do to keep his dominant side in check as he works to forge an enduring relationship. Follow this new series to watch love and respect grow in a gentle BDSM relationship. 6,610 Words WARNING: This story contains graphic sexual situations and is intended for audiences 18+ years of age. Curvy Chelsea & the Delivery Guy 3 scheduled for release September 20th , 2014. EXCERPT: With a tall bag of groceries in one arm, Toby gave Chelsea’s door a knock, taking a quick tally of how much his life had changed. Up until yesterday, he had just been the delivery guy who dropped off random odds and ends of stuff his customers didn’t feel like going out to get themselves. Of course, that’s when Chelsea had been part of a “them.” As soon as Toby had learned that her status had changed to just “her,” he had wasted no time in trying to make her a “them” with him. Lifting his hand to give another knock, he stopped mid air when Chelsea’s door opened, giving him a full view of the woman he’d been in love for the past few years. His eyes travelled the full length of her glorious, curvaceously heavenly body. “Wow…,” he said, his smile fading as a mixture of lust and possessiveness heated his handsome face. Chelsea was only a few inches shorter than his six foot frame even in her cute little pink-toed bare feet, and every inch of her was intoxicatingly gorgeous. In contrast to Toby’s sexy-boy-next-door look of snug jeans over strong thighs and a muscle hugging forest green knit shirt with sleeves stretched tight over bulging biceps, Chelsea was the picture of femininity in a low scoop-necked black top that hugged every single curve she had. It accentuated the shape of large, round breasts—the lusciousness of which was every teenage boy’s wet dream. Even now, as a grown man, what that shirt did to Chelsea’s ample breasts made it hard for Toby to breathe let alone remember his name. On Chelsea’s curvaceous bottom half, she wore a long, loose fitting, pleated skirt that shimmered between purple and black as the fabric moved. When she took a step, revealing a long slit that reached to the top of one of her gorgeous thighs, Toby’s mouth dropped open and his already tight jeans grew tighter. Seeing Toby’s expression change from friendly to hungry awe, Chelsea smiled, a light blush blooming on her cheeks. “Hi,” she said, her bashful smile deepening. “Hi,” Toby answered back, his voice much thicker than he would have liked as his desire for her showed through. Reaching inside the large paper bag, he pulled out a single bouquet of delicate yellow daisies, handing them to her as he leaned in for a quick kiss. His lips hesitated before pulling away, loathe to put more distance between them. Her scent, her beauty, her—she was intoxicating to him.