Ms. Perfectly Imperfect: BBW BWWM Interracial Romance (10 page)
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Authors: Roxy Wilson
The fact that his expression didn’t change told her she’d made the right decision. How could she not love a man who accepted and respected her for who she was? There were no false notes with Clint. This was pure music, loud, clear, and uplifting.
He took off the rest of his clothes.
Layla couldn’t wait for him to join her, for their bodies to entwine—to feel him pounding inside her. Putting her hands on the bed, she leaned back and he straddled her. When his head bent and his mouth captured her nipple, a low moan escaped her lips. Flaming hot loops of passion skidded along her skin while he caressed and fondled her hard buds. One by one, he paid homage to each breast while she shuddered under him. Delirious with need and passion, she arched her back.
Yes…exactly what she wanted.
While his tongue brought her to the edge of insanity, his fingers flicked over her skin. Slowly, his hand travelled down until he reached the curls that nestled between her thighs. His thumb brushed over her sensitive nub. A storm of passion swept through her. She writhed under him. Her fingers speared through his hair and she held on while he pleased her. His finger moved in and out of her satiny center. The orgasm that rippled through her was wild and powerful. Her body jerked beneath him.
He gave her a few moments to recover before his knee nudged apart her legs. She was already hungry for more. He hovered over her for a few seconds. She sucked in a breath and he ploughed his way into her. They were joined together—and it was a beautiful moment. She loved it. Her muscles clenched as her sheath stretched to accommodate him. He stroked in and out, and she enjoyed it. The need for release began to build inside her. Her gaze remained fixed on his face while he pounded into her with enough force to make her squeal. A low rumble escaped his lips as he fought to find his own bliss. They moved in perfect unison. The passion carried higher and higher on the squall that overtook each nerve.
It became too much.
She couldn’t take the exquisite torture anymore.
A second orgasm rippled through her while she shuddered and screamed. Her back arched, and her body jerked.
He exploded inside of her. Even in this desperate moment, he remembered not to crush her with his weight. Instead, he kept his elbows on the bed and hovered over her.
This is real love—and she was luckiest woman in the world.
Epilogue
The right people are going to recognize your worth. They are going to respect you, appreciate you, and accept you, without forcing you to compromise who you are. Life is too short, and your happiness is far too important, to make room for anyone who treats you otherwise.
~Daniell Keopke
Three years later…
Layla and Clint linked hands as they strolled on the pavement of the lush and green Central Park on a beautiful summer day. The sun shone high on the sky, and a brisk wind blew.
“Liam,” she called to their son who was twirling his body around in circles in the garden area.
Hearing her voice, he stopped and fell onto the grass.
“Come back here,” she called with laughter in her voice.
He stood, wobbled for a moment, and then ran towards them. “Mama!”
Her heart clenched with joy. When she looked at him, she could see the caramel-brown hair she used to have and Clint’s rich, dark-brown eyes. It was a mesmerising combination. Such a beautiful child, or perhaps she thought so, because he was hers.
Theirs.
It was hard to believe that she’d been blissfully married for almost two and a half years. Her son was just over a year old and already, he could say a few words.
Charlotte swooped him into her arms and twirled him around. The little girl had been a steady part of their lives ever since she’d met Layla at the hospital.
Liam’s gurgling laughter echoed in the park.
“He loves it!” Charlotte exclaimed.
“Oh yeah, he does.” Layla put her arm around Charlotte’s shoulders when she finally stopped spinning Liam around. “But better make sure he doesn’t get dizzy.”
“Where are we going?” said Charlotte as she handed the toddler over to Clint. She’d been babysitting for them ever since Liam was born. It was actually just an excuse for them to keep tabs on the preteen who was growing up fast. The bond Layla shared with her didn’t dim in all this time. In fact, it strengthened.
“We’re going to the waffle shop.” Layla winked. “Clint loves that place.”
“It isn’t just me,” he protested. His gaze settled on his wife. “You love it too.”
“Well, why shouldn’t I? That’s how our love story started. You, me, and the waffle cart,” she countered. “I’ll never forget those days.”
“Well, let’s see what the fuss is all about,” Charlotte stated as they strolled to the waffle shop. The cart was long gone and the man now owned his own place. “It’s good to get out of the house.” She rolled her eyes. “Mom is all about the wedding, the gown, the menu...
arrgh
…and I want to pull my hair out!”
Layla laughed as she sank into a booth.
Clint got a highchair for Liam and settled him in. He headed over to the counter to place their orders. “It’s generally like that with women when they are getting married. One day, you’ll do the same.”
“Ugh! I never want to get married,” she claimed.
“Hear, hear!” Clint stated as he delivered the waffles.
They settled to eat. The waffles were as good as ever.
Layla snuck Liam a few pieces even though he wasn’t supposed to eat sweets. “Now, you’ll be getting a new stepfather. It will be cool.”
Charlotte huffed. “He’s okay, not that bad, but if I had a choice, I would rather have you guys as parents, step or otherwise.”
“That’s so sweet, darling, but we’re always here for you. Always.” Layla glanced over feeling pride for the preteen whom she considered as her own. She likened the relationship she and Charlotte had with the kind of relationship she always wanted to have with her own mother, Mary—but never really had. “You can count on us.”
“I know I can.” They finished eating. As they stood, Charlotte put her hand on Layla’s arm. “That waffle was as good as advertised.”
“Glad you liked it.”
They stepped out of the shop. It was now a glorious evening.
Charlotte smiled. “Love how you wrapped your head, Layla. Suits you.”
“Thanks, darling.” She put Liam in his stroller.
Clint bent next to her, to help her strap in the toddler who was already rubbing his eyes. “You look hot, you know,” he whispered, “I love you.” He planted a kiss on her cheek.
She grinned as she gazed at her son and then into her husband’s loving eyes. “And I. Love. You.”
Love was in the air—and Layla was the happiest woman in the whole, wide world.
***THE END***
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Other Books by Roxy Wilson
Baby Wanted (A Bundle of Joy, Book 1)
The Baby Proposal (A Bundle of Joy, Book 2)
Baby, You’re Mine (A Bundle of Joy, Book 3)
Secret Baby Seduction (A Bundle of Joy, Book 4)
A Christmas Kiss (Holiday Happiness, Book 1)
Second Chance Christmas (Holiday Happiness, Book 2)
The Christmas Cupid (Holiday Happiness, Book 3)
Loving St. Nick
Love in Black and White (Sam Crescent, Jamallah Bergman, Roxy Wilson, et al)
About the Author
Roxy Wilson
, a self-professed book junkie, was born and bred in a beautiful island in the Caribbean.
As a graduate with a degree in Education, she writes blogs which help readers to think critically about and appreciate poetry. Recently, however, she decided to delve into the world of writing interracial and multicultural romance stories. Her debut novel is the
Right Kind of Love
and was published by Secret Cravings Publishing. Roxy is also the Reviews Coordinator of Romance Novels in Color (RNIC).
When Roxy isn’t reading or writing, she spends her time trying out recipes with her daughter, designing and dress making, listening to music of the 80’s and 90’s or engaging in her favorite workout routine, which is 1-clicking a new book to read, to her heart’s content.
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