The Risqué Contracts Series (10 page)

I began to pump in and out, slowly at first, wanting to savor the moment, but the blood rushing from my brain to my dick put him in charge. Madeleine sagged a half an inch, and I slapped a palm down hard on her ass. “I said keep it there, Madeleine,” I reproached. She screamed at the contact and tightened her muscles to bring her hips back up. “Good girl.”

“Put your palms flat on the glass next to you, baby. And, don’t move them.” When she complied, I ripped her panties away and sank to my knees, sliding her body down with me, staying connected. “Use them as leverage,” I instructed. Then I grasped her hips and began to bend my knees then straighten as I thrust up and pulled her down. She pressed against the glass to help shove her body lower meeting each drive of my cock into her wet pussy. Every time I retreated, I could see it coated in her arousal, and hear the slick sounds as her walls clenched, trying to keep my dick inside her.

Her tits were bouncing and I was mesmerized at the sight. She was so fucking beautiful. My spine began to tingle, my balls drawing up, and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. I pulled out and lifted her pussy to my mouth, immediately zeroing in on her clit. Sucking it hard, she flew apart, her body tightening, her shoulders flattening against the glass to keep her from falling. I worked her little nub continuously and before she could come down completely, I slammed her down onto my cock once more. “There is nothing sexier than watching you come, baby. I want to see it again. Your pussy is so hot around me, drenching my cock. Let it happen, baby, because I’m going to fuck you until I get another one. Maybe two.” I knew talking dirty would fuel her fire, so I kept up a steady stream of filthy words, drawing strength from who the fuck knows where and working her through two more orgasms. In the midst of her third, I thrust two more times before burying myself as deep as possible and came, the long jets of come splashing against her inner walls.

My body was shaking with the magnitude of my orgasm as I gathered my wife in my arms and held her close until our racing heartbeats slowed to normal.

“Have I made my point, Madeleine?” I taunted with a smirk.

“If your point was to prove you could fuck me into a coma, then yes. Mission accomplished,” she slurred, lying limp around me.

“No,” I countered sternly, “The point was to show you you’re mine. You’ll always be mine. Your body, your heart and your soul.”

She lifted her head, seemingly with great effort, and met my gaze. “Yes,” she agreed softly.

“Good.” I kissed her slowly and thoroughly. “Because I’m yours. All of me, yours.”

“U
gh,” I moaned, my head resting on my arm as I leaned over the toilet bowl and hoped that I was done puking. It was those darn puppy dog eyes that did it to me. Caleb was impossible to resist when he pulled them out, especially when he followed them up with sex. I was a mere mortal woman and was unable to withstand the combination. But with our beautiful baby girl barely six months old, I should have found a way to say no because Caleb hadn’t wasted any time after he got me to agree to another baby.

“You poor baby,” Caleb murmured, his hand gently rubbing my back.

“Don’t you poor baby me, Caleb Sterling! This is all your doing.”

“It is,” he agreed, sounding not the least bit sorry. “You get it all out?”

I shifted positions without my stomach churning and nodded. “You and your stupid puppy dog eyes. I think you already knocked me up. Probably the same night you talked me into it.”

“Damn straight I did,” he agreed as he swept me off the floor and carried me back to our bed, depositing me gently onto the mattress before heading back into the bathroom. When he returned, he had a cup, my toothbrush and a new washcloth with him.

“Open,” he instructed. Then he slowly inserted the brush into my mouth and the minty taste of the paste exploded on my tongue. It soothed away the remaining nausea, and I felt like a new woman after I spit into the cup and Caleb wiped my face. Then my mood shifted in a whole new direction when he kissed down my neck as he nudged my nightshirt up until it was around my waist.

“I’m mad at you,” I protested feebly.

“No you aren’t,” he disagreed before lifting the shirt over my head and pushing me down so I was lying all the way back, stretched out naked for him. “But I’m willing to pretend you are and figure out a way to make you forgive me.”

“You’re going to have to work extra hard.” My fingers grazed his cock as I finished my sentence.

He held himself over me with one arm on the bed, while the other hand cupped one of my breasts. I gasped at the sensation when he rolled the nipple between his fingertips and chuckled. “I know all your body’s secrets, baby. I don’t think it will take much effort on my part when your tits are already ultra-sensitive.”

He went about proving it, trailing kisses down my chest until he reached my other breast. He went straight for the kill, sucking it into his mouth and making my back arch off the bed. He let go of it with a pop. “See,” he murmured against my skin as he moved to the other side. I trailed my hands along his shoulders and down his back, my nails biting into him when he sucked my other nipple deep into his mouth. “Hands on the headboard, baby. I don’t want to take the time to tie you up right now, but I want to be free to play a little bit before I take you.”

My hands moved of their own accord, as I responded instinctively to the command in his tone. As my fingers wrapped around the wrought iron, I was rewarded for my action. His mouth moved lower, nipping at the skin on my belly.

“I can’t wait to see your belly round with my baby again, branding you as mine to anyone who lays eyes on you.”

“Like there’s ever any doubt who I belong to,” I moaned, wiggling my finger so my wedding ring clanged against the metal of the headboard.

Caleb lifted his head and stared straight into my eyes. The possessive gleam in his gaze made me burn even hotter. “You’re lucky I think your skin is too perfect to mar with a tattoo of my name on it.”

Without breaking eye contact with me, he parted my legs and lowered his head until I felt his hot breath against my core. I was riveted by the sight of his tongue flicking out to circle my clit. “Mine,” he growled before he ran his tongue down my slit and drove it into my core.

“Caleb!” I screamed, quickly hurtling towards an orgasm. One of his hands crept up my body, tweaking my nipple and I went off like a rocket. He licked at my pussy until I was done, laying limply underneath his muscled body as he moved over me.

“I told you I could make you forgive me,” he teased. His words were husky and his eyes held little humor. They were too filled with lust for anything else. He lined his hard cock up with my entrance and slammed into me with one hard thrust. “And if you weren’t already pregnant, I’ll do my best to get you that way this morning.”

“I love you.” I was swamped with emotion, and the words spilled from my lips. His eyes lit up as he thrust in and out. Over and over again until another climax started to build for me.

“I’m gonna come again,” I whimpered.

“Come for me,” he commanded. “Now! I don’t think I can hold on much longer.”

I tightened my legs around his waist. It only took a few more thrusts before I was going over the edge again, clenching against his cock and taking him with me. Both of us gasping for breath, he dropped onto the mattress beside me and pulled me into his arms. “You’ve made me so fucking happy, baby.”

“It’s only fair since you’ve done the same for me.”

Contingency Plan

Risqué Contracts 2

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A
career-ending shoulder injury left football star Brysen Mariano at loose ends. Nothing seems to spark his interest lately, not even a lucrative business opportunity and his upcoming move back to his hometown. Then he meets his smoking hot real estate agent and she has more than his spirits lifting.

Elisa Young made the colossal mistake of getting involved with a work colleague—a blunder she’s more than paying for since she’s stuck seeing her ex and his younger and brainless girlfriend on a regular basis. It’s enough to make her swear off men, leaving her without a date to bring to the mountain retreat she needs to attend for work. Her only option is to talk her baby sister into skipping the classes to hit the slopes and act as a buffer over the long weekend. Or she can take Brysen up on his offer to be her
contingency plan
and bring him along instead—a choice she’s certain will land her on her back...and not because she’s fallen off her skis.

Warning: This book has a former football star who's ready to score a wife off the field. It's a quick and dirty read with a trip to snow-tipped mountains, but don't worry, it'll heat up your Kindle.

**This is the second novella in the Risqué Contracts series, but each story can be read as a standalone and features a different couple.

This book is dedicated to readers who enjoy insta-love in smutty books as much as I do.

M
y life had always been about adrenaline, the high of winning, of being a champion. The women, the parties, the fame—I lived a fantasy. So what the hell was I doing looking at a house in a suburb of upstate New York?

Climbing out of my Lamborghini, the one thing I’d kept from my old life, I winced at the twinge in my shoulder and remembered the answer to my question. I’d severely injured it during the final game of the playoffs, thus ending my career in professional football. I sighed and ignored the ache as I approached the modern structure in front of me. The house was exactly what I was looking for: eight thousand square feet with five bedrooms, six baths, an indoor pool, gym, and over two acres of land. It had everything, and for the four million dollar price tag, it fucking should.

After I’d been injured, I’d called up my best friend, Maddie, who had moved to this neighborhood about a year ago when her husband, Caleb, had surprised her with a house after he’d knocked her up but before he proposed. She’d given me the information for her realtor and told me to move out of my condo in the city, buy a house, and “settle my ass down”. I’d never been one to wallow in what could have been. I was already focused on the future, but my vision didn’t include being tied down with a wife and kids. However, the few times I’d seen Maddie and Caleb with their daughter, Sadie, I’d felt a thread of envy.

I’d joined a couple business ventures in the city, but was bored out of my mind, so I decided to take her advice. Maybe finding the right house, complete with a doting wife and baby, would assuage my restlessness. The thought almost had me laughing hysterically. I’m not sure I knew who I was at that moment, but it wasn’t the Brysen Mariano I’d been a year ago.

After seeing the house on the website, I immediately contacted the realtor and booked an appointment to walk through it. I hadn’t met her yet, but it didn’t matter much who showed me the house, as long as they were able to handle the sale. Another car was sitting inside one of the bays of the four-car garage, so I assumed she was already there.

Before I reached the first step, the door swung open and the gorgeous woman who greeted me struck me speechless. Her long, satiny hair was almost black, flowing down her back in waves. A pair of black-rimmed glasses perched on a cute nose sprinkled with light freckles surrounded dark, expressive eyes. Her lips, rose-colored, wide and full, inspired me to think of endless creative uses for them. She smiled and held out her hand. “Elisa Young. You must be Brysen Mariano.” Her voice was low and husky, the perfect pitch to scream my name. At that moment, I was immensely grateful to be wearing a loose pair of jeans.

Still unable to speak, I nodded and forced a smile on my face before taking her hand. A sizzle at the touch of our skin had both our eyes widening in shock. Elisa snatched her hand back and I had to fight the instinct to keep it firmly gripped in mine.

Suddenly, that image from before became real. The house was in front of me, the wife now had a face, and the baby...well, I’d get to that as soon as I had a ring on her elegant finger. I quickly gained my equilibrium and put my game face on.

“It’s great to finally meet you, Elisa.” Her name rolled off my tongue like smooth silk and I suppressed a gleeful smile when her beautiful brown eyes darkened a shade. “Thank you for taking the time to meet with me.”

She inclined her head in acknowledgment and stepped back to allow me entrance. After closing the door, she led me into a circular reception area and living room, then down a hall to the kitchen. Her hips swayed seductively and I didn’t even try to pry my gaze away from her sweetly rounded ass. Maybe I’d ask for a second appointment so I’d have more time to enjoy the view.

She guided me through the entire house, pointing out amenities along the way, but I wasn’t really listening—I already knew this was the house we were going to live in, but I kept that little fact to myself for the time being. I did, however, take every opportunity to touch her, little brushes here and there, touching her hand to gain her attention, anything subtle. I was insanely jealous of the purple wrap dress she was wearing, wishing I were in its place.