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“I guess it does,” he laughed. “Want to go take a shower with your new boss?”

“Hm…does the job description involve shower sex?” I asked.

“I think it just might,” my hot billionaire lover said with a laugh.

I giggled as he picked me up dramatically and carried me down the hall to the shower.

Surrender:

The White Billionaire’s Lover

(An Interracial BWWM Erotic Romance)

by Sandra Bosslin

Copyright 2014 Sandra Bosslin

All rights reserved.

Surrender: The White Billionaire’s Lover

(An Interracial BWWM Erotic Romance)

Book design by Sandra Bosslin

“Chanel, don’t forget to put all the nonfiction books and mysteries that the weird old guy left on the table back on their shelves.”

Jim wasn’t actually my boss, but he sure liked to act like it. We were both technically assistant librarians at the Joshua River Valley Public Library, but Jim had worked there for a few more months than me, so he figured that gave him the privilege to boss me around. I didn’t mind though. I liked my work because it let me indulge in my biggest passion in life.

I grabbed the cart and quickly loaded up the books the old man had left on the table and brought them back to their correct section. While Jim manned the front desk, I took the opportunity to browse the new releases and grab a new romance novel that had just come in the day before.

I had always been the shy, chubby black girl who loved books. I loved to read about the exciting, romantic, and erotic adventures that my favorite heroines would experience but my own life was far from adventurous. I had never had anything approaching an adventure and romance stayed far away from me. I knew by now that men preferred skinny white girls or flamboyant black girls with loud personalities to girls like me with dark skin and a more quiet nature. But that was alright, my books kept me company.

As I skimmed through the first chapter of the romance novel, I found myself falling into the story of the peasant girl who finally got a job working in the castle. Even though I knew the story would end with the prince sweeping her off her feet, I felt my heart pumping faster in my chest as she struggled to escape a cruel father and a penniless fate.

I was so engrossed in the novel that I hadn’t even realized how much time had gone by until I heard a deep chuckle to my left. I quickly dropped the book and spun around, coming fact-to-face with the most attractive white man I had ever seen. He looked like a cross between a model and a lumberjack, with thick dark hair, tanned skin and sparkling green eyes…and huge bulging muscles. Everything about him disarmed me instantly and all I could do was gape at him in silence. I had always been attracted to white men, but this man seemed like he was crafted straight from my most intimate fantasies.

“I’m sorry to startle you like that,” he apologized gently, reaching down to pick up the book I had just dropped. “It is just that I have never seen someone so deeply lost in a book before. You looked like you were in a trance there, except you were turning the pages so quickly I knew you were still awake.  I love to see a woman so passionate about reading.”

I closed my mouth and blushed, looking down as I accepted the book he handed me. His strong, warm hand grazed mine slightly and it sent a bolt of electricity shivering through my body.  I looked up and my eyes locked with the stranger’s emerald gaze, pulled in by his hypnotic beauty.

“I would love to see you again,” the stranger said quietly. He seemed to be responding to the same sensation I was feeling. It was as though a string was pulling on me, bringing me closer to him. “My name is Arthur.”

“I’m Chanel,” I replied with another warm blush over my mocha cheeks. He was probably just being nice, and I was being presumptuous. There was no way this insanely attractive man was attracted to a curvy, mousy black girl like me. He probably dated blonde supermodels or country club types.

“Will you be here tomorrow, Chanel?” he asked.

“Yes, I work until four,” I responded, gathering up the rest of the books on my cart so he couldn’t see the deep pink blush that had crept over my dark cheeks. I was glad of my dark complexion for once, because it hid most of the emotion that openly played across my face.

“I will be seeing you soon then,” Arthur responded, before he gently picked up my small, dark hand and pressed it to his warm lips. I stopped and gasped, but he had turned away and was already walking towards the door.

I spent the rest of my day in a daze, barely able to work because my mind was so preoccupied with thoughts of my gorgeous Arthur. He wasn’t mine, I knew, but I couldn’t help feeling possessive.  Arthur was the sexiest white man I had ever seen, but it was more than that which attracted me to him.

He seemed deep and intelligent. He had been kind to me, and unlike other men he noticed me, he really saw me and seemed interested. And there was something else I couldn’t explain except to say there was a connection, a feeling that had passed between us that I couldn’t explain.

That night I lay in bed and naughty fantasies sprang into my mind. I tried to close my eyes and fall asleep, but all I could see was Arthur’s gorgeous face. I sighed and let my mind wander as I imagined him kissing me, pressing my curvy, dark body up against the wall to the library and having his way with me like the dashing pirate in a book I had recently read. I fell asleep in a sweaty mess, my heart fluttering at the thought of his gorgeous body pressed to mine.

The next morning, I woke up early and took care in picking my outfit. Arthur had told me he would show up, but I tried to remind myself that he was probably just being nice. Still, I found my prettiest tailored red sundress and took care to brush out my weave and put on a little bit of makeup. I looked in the mirror and had to smile. I still wasn’t a glamorous, skinny white girl, but I looked pretty and sophisticated and even a little exotic. My soft lips looked plump and kissable and my eyes looked pretty and mysterious framed by a dark, smoky eyeliner. I had to admit, I looked like a curvy little dark sex kitten.

The first few hours at the library, I felt restless. I kept rushing around, putting away books and glancing at the door to see if Arthur would be there, but he never was. My heart finally stopped racing by early afternoon when there was no sign of him. It had been foolish of me to expect a gorgeous white man to show up just to see me. The rest of the afternoon dragged on after I accepted that he wasn’t going to show.

It was almost four and I was watching the clock tick down the minutes until I could go home to my new batch of novels when he walked in. I didn’t notice him at first because I was staring off into the distance, at the clock on the other side of the room. I heard his voice first.

“Chanel, you look beautiful.”

His voice was soft and deep, almost like a melody. At first I thought I had imagined it, but then I looked up and saw him. He somehow managed to look even more handsome than yesterday.

“You came,” I finally managed to murmur at him as I stared into his emerald eyes.

“Of course,” he replied. “I had to see you again. Would you do me the pleasure of lending me your company for dinner?”

I couldn’t believe my luck. Arthur was not only asking me on a date, he was doing it in such a romantic way. I smiled broadly and accepted the hand he offered me. We walked down the main stretch of town, glancing into windows of different cafes and restaurants until one suited our fancy.

It was a small Italian restaurant that looked cozy and private. Once we were seated, Arthur took my hand in his and looked at me seriously.

“Chanel, you are the most beautiful and interesting woman I have ever met in all my years. Something….draws me to you. I want to spend more time with you anf get to know you. I have something to tell you.”

I smiled, my heart singing in my chest. Before Arthur could continue, the waiter came to take our order. I ordered pasta, somehow knowing that Arthur would not judge me for ordering carbs instead of a salad. He smiled and ordered the same dish.

While we waited for our food, we discussed our favorite novels, but it was clear that Arthur wanted to say something else. I didn’t push him though, since I was afraid of ruining the magic. We ate dinner over pleasant conversation and left the restaurant full and happy. Arthur wrapped his arms around me as we walked down the road towards the outskirts of town. There was a beautiful nature trail there that led into the forest.

“Chanel, there is something I need to tell you,” Arthur said finally.

“What is it?” I asked.

“I’m not what I seem. I’m not exactly a regular guy. I was born into a very wealthy family. My ancestors were close to royalty and the fortune has passed down generations. My whole life, I’ve had to be careful around people because everyone is always trying to use me. All I’ve ever wanted is to find a woman who I can love without fear and who loves me without an ulterior motive.”

Arthur looked at me fearfully. I knew he was worried that I would be angry or suddenly greedy.

“This doesn’t change my feelings toward you,” I told him, reaching my hand out to touch his cheek. Arthur turned to kiss my hand and smiled.

“Then I have to tell you something else as well. I already love you, heart and soul. I can’t explain it, but I knew it as soon as I lay eyes on you. You are beautiful and sexy and exotic and sweet. Will you be mine? Will you stay with me and have a family with me?”

I nodded, tears of happiness filling my eyes. I finally would have my own storybook happily ever after. I wanted nothing more than to be with Arthur for all of eternity.

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine. His kiss was strong and sweet and his lips tasted like coffee and spice. I leaned into him, feeling the heat of his body against mine.

Arthur pressed back, pushing me against a tree and grinding his growing hardness against me. Quickly, he reached up the skirt of my dress and pulled down my already soaking panties. My body quivered under his touch as he slowly danced his fingers back up my thighs to my throbbing, wet slit. My body ached for him.

“Please,” I moaned as he teased the tops of my thighs with his fingers. He finally obliged, moving one finger along my wet slit. He brought his wet finger to his lips and sucked my nectar from it with a big smile. His groan as he tasted me sent shivers of desire through my body.

Arthur got down on his knees before me and pushed my dress up to my waist, exposing my soaking cunt. He pressed his lips to my swollen pink nub, licking it gently in a way that made my legs feel like jelly.  I moaned loudly as his tongue worked magic on me, pushing me higher and higher into realms of pleasure I had never known before him.  I wanted my release, but even more than that, I wanted all of him.

“Stop. I want to come together,” I finally groaned as I felt my pleasure soaring even higher and I knew I couldn’t hold off much longer.

Arthur looked up at me and grinned. “Fuck, you are so hot Chanel,” he groaned, standing up and quickly loosing his cock from his pants. I stared it his rock hard member in surprise. It was huge, long and thick and hard as diamond. I had never wanted anything so badly in my life.

“Fuck me,” I moaned.

“I’m going to fuck you harder than you can even imagine,” Arthur growled in my ear.

He quickly grabbed my soft hips and spun me around so I was facing the tree with my large, dark ass sticking straight out at him. Arthur groaned in appreciation and gave my ass a sharp little slap. The surprise made me yelp but the sting of his hand was more pleasurable than painful.

Arthur poised his cock at my tight entrance and then with one hard thrust he burst into my wet channel. We both groaned in pleasure as he filled me up, pressing tight against all my walls. Arthur’s hands dug into my soft, dark hips as he thrust into me again and again, pushing harder and faster. He fucked me with a strong rhythm, like he knew my body intimately already. My pleasure mounted even higher, my body felt like it was soaring in the clouds as he fucked me senseless.

“I’m going to come soon,” Arthur groaned as he continued to pummel my pussy with his large rod. “I want you to come with me. I want you to explode in pleasure as I pour my seed into your womb.”

“I’m so close,” I moaned. My pleasure was searing hot and the need in my core had grown to take over my entire body.

Arthur slammed into me harder and sent me over the edge.

“I’m coming, Arthur!” I screamed out as my pleasure exploded, sending strong waves through my body.

“Take my seed,” Arthur groaned as his cock unleashed itself inside of me, spurting out hot streams of milky white come that filled my channel and poured down my quivering thighs.

We came together in a symphony, a magical moment where our pleasure and intimacy overtook us.