The Risqué Contracts Series (14 page)

“And while we’re at it, let’s clear up one more thing,” I grinned smugly at the dipshit across from me, who, by the looks of it, was about to lose his dinner. “Your knowledge of Elisa in any intimate capacity is sorely lacking and since I don’t share, it’s going to fucking stay that way. But rest assured, I’ll never have need of looking elsewhere for passion. Elisa is all one man could ever hope for.”

I stood and helped Elisa up, twining my fingers with the ones on her left hand. I lifted it to my lips and whispered a kiss across the soft skin and then on the twinkling diamond perched there. What’s-his-name and his date weren’t worth another glance, so I guided my woman out of the restaurant, intent on making it to our room before she freaked out.

She was silent all the way up and I was growing more concerned by the second, worried she was building toward an epic explosion. Not too worried, though. My powers of persuasion seemed to work with her and while giving her the ring at dinner had been a spur of the moment decision, I’d already prepared for a night of seduction.

We entered the room and Elisa silently wandered to the wall of windows, wrapping her arms around herself as she admired the view. I followed cautiously, unable to read her emotions.

“Baby?” I asked softly. “Where’s your head at?”

She turned and I was stunned to see sadness in her eyes.

“Thank you,” she murmured with a small smile.

“For what?” I was confused and didn’t want to make assumptions.

“For being my contingency plan,” she held up the hand with the ring, “and having one of your own. You didn’t have to go so far as to pretend to be my fiancé. It was incredibly sweet of you though, and I really appreciate it.”

I was speechless. She thought this was a ploy? What the fuck? I don’t care who I’m helping or what I’m supposed to be doing, I would never give a ring to a woman unless it was meant to be on her finger forever.

I calmed myself down by admitting we hadn’t known each other long enough for her to come to that conclusion herself.

“It wasn’t a backup plan, Elisa. That ring was meant for you.” Other words eluded me, so I decided to show her how serious I was about keeping her.

I palmed each side of her face and laid my lips gently over hers. I took my time, exploring her mouth, making love to her with my kiss. A little sigh floated from her, starting a tingle up my spine. Sparks began to ignite and need quickly consumed me. My hands traveled down until they reach her ass. I grasped her hard and brought her flush against my body. She wasn’t short, but I still towered over her. I lifted her slightly off her toes so we were meeting in all of the right places.

With my hands firmly holding her delectable ass and my cock pressing tightly to her pussy, I was already feeling the pressure of my rigid length inside my jeans. But when her legs circled my hips and melded us even further, the teeth of my zipper began to pinch at my rock fucking hard erection.

I moved forward until Elisa was pressed against the cold glass, feeling a shiver rush through her at the temperature, and continued kissing her while I slipped my hand between us, just enough to release the catch on my jeans. I had a moment of relief until I felt the heat emanating from Elisa’s pussy. I wanted our first time to be slow, to make love to her, to show her how much I adored her, but I was one second away from losing every shred of logical brain function I had.

Elisa mewled and rubbed against me.
Fuck!
I supported her against the window with one hand on her ass and pressure from my hips, then used my free hand to rip down the center of her shirt. She’d changed into a blouse earlier and the buttons flew off, silently scattering on the carpet.

I tore my mouth from hers and wrapped my lips around one nipple, licking through the satin of her bra. It wasn’t enough. Reaching around her back, I undid the clasp, allowing me to lower the cups and worship the hard peaks with my mouth, teeth, and tongue. She moaned and arched her back, her hips moving restlessly against mine.

Quickly unsnapping her jeans, I dipped my fingers into her panties and let her nipple go with a pop, so I could taste my drenched fingers.

“Fuck, your pussy is the best thing I’ve ever had in my mouth. I could eat it for hours. You’re so wet, I’d never go hungry again.” My words and the slight thrust of my hips caused her to cry out, and I was lost. “I fucking need you. Now.”

I dropped her legs to the ground and spun her around to face the window. “Hands on the glass, baby.” I grasped the waist of her pants and dragged it down and off one leg. Standing again, I pulled out my cock and used a foot to kick her legs apart. My palm pressed down on her upper back, the other slipping around to pull her hips toward me and tilt them up.

The sight was fucking beautiful. My girl spread out for me, her delicious ass in the air, the stars and mountains just beyond her.

“Are you on the pill?” I asked. She nodded and I grunted with satisfaction. Although, we’d be remedying that as soon as she signed the paper making her mine, permanently.

“I’m going in bare, baby. I’m clean and there will be nothing between us. Ever.”

“Yes, I need to feel you,” she whimpered.

That was all I needed to hear. I’d felt how ready she was for me, so I lined up my cock and drove into her pussy, bottoming out in one thrust, “Oh, fuck! You feel good.”

I pulled back and gripped her hips tightly, then plunged in again and again, the rhythm gaining speed each time.

“Your pussy is mine, Elisa. Do you hear me? That ring brands you. Squeeze me, baby. Show me how much you want that too. Yes!”

“Brysen!” she yelled, “Oh! I’m—I’m coming!”

My left hand smoothed up her arm until my fingers threaded through hers and the ring dug into the skin of my palm. I felt the telltale tingle at the base of my spine and my balls drew up tight—I was almost there. Reaching down, I found her hard little clit and on the next thrust, pinched it.

She screamed my name as her body convulsed in the throes of her orgasm. I followed her with a shout, pouring every bit of myself into her. Shudders wracked my body as I came harder than I ever had in my life.

As our heartbeats calmed and the aftershocks began to dissipate, I lifted her torso so I could press her back to my front and sprinkled kisses along her neck and shoulders.

“Fucking amazing,” I murmured.

“Yeah.”

I laughed softly at her simple response.

Turning her around, I finished removing our clothes before sweeping her into my arms and walking toward the bedroom. A glowing fireplace lit the room. Scattered rose petals rested on the bed and floor, and a bottle of champagne chilled in a silver ice bucket.

“Wow,” she breathed. “It’s beautiful.”

Turned out, I didn’t need all the trappings to seduce her, but I still would have done it. I would do anything for her.

W
hen I woke up the next morning, my head felt fuzzy, like I’d had too much to drink. Only, I’d barely touched my scotch the night before and had stuck with water after that. I’d been over-served all right, but not by the bartender. I had Brysen to thank for the aches, pains, and bleary eyes. This wasn’t a hangover, it was an orgasmover—one I’d fully earned as an eager participant in Brysen’s seduction. All. Night. Long. What he’d started against the cold, hard glass of the living room windows, he’d finished in the soft, rose petal covered bed. Six times, by my last count.

With the bright light of day shining through the bedroom window and Brysen’s arm flung over my stomach, it was hard to ignore the craziness of the situation I found myself in. He had been my client for three weeks, my fake boyfriend for one day, and my fake fiancé for a night. Or maybe he was my real fiancé now. He’d swept me off my feet so quickly, I wasn’t certain which way was up or where exactly I stood with him. The only things I knew for sure were I responded to him like I’d never done with any other man—physically, mentally, and maybe even emotionally—and I wanted the chance to explore where this was going.

As I twisted in his arms and took in the masculine beauty spread out next to me, I knew I’d have to be insane to consider walking away from Brysen. For some crazy reason, he’d set his sights on me. For this weekend at least, I intended to take full advantage of the opportunity. Including a thorough exploration of his naked body—with my tongue. He’d raved about how much he enjoyed my taste, now was my chance to return the favor.

Moving slowly, not wanting to wake him quite yet, I slid out from under his arm and trailed my fingers delicately over his collarbone before drifting down to his nipples. The puckered flesh called to me and I bent my head to blow on them gently. Brysen shifted on the bed with a low moan and I held my breath. When his eyes remained closed, I gave each of his nipples a quick lick and then continued down his body, licking and sucking along the way. I lightly swirled my tongue around his belly button, stopping when I felt the muscles tighten. I peeked up his body again, and this time, I found his eyes open and his gaze on me.

“Morning, baby,” he rasped.

“Morning,” I murmured against his skin, licking a path downward as I kept my eyes locked with his.

When I reached his quickly hardening dick, I sucked the tip into my mouth and wrapped my tongue around the crown while I twisted my head side to side. His eyes darkening with desire, Brysen reached down and gathered my hair into his hands on either side of my head. Then he wrapped it around his fists, like a naughty set of pigtails while he watched me suck him off. His hips pumped in time with my movements and he groaned loudly each time he left my mouth.

“Can you take me deeper?”

I garbled a yes around his dick and he must have understood because his hold on my hair tightened as he took control of my motions. His erection grew bigger in my mouth at my sign of submission. I sucked harder as he thrust into my mouth until he bumped against the back of my throat and I swallowed reflexively. Brysen shuddered and his ass cheeks clenched under my fingertips. Holding him in place, I desperately wanted to drive him crazy. When I hummed around his hard flesh, the vibrations made him jerk against me.

“Fuck,” he hissed. “I need to pull out. I’m so close, baby.”

I tightened my hold on his ass and increased the suction on his cock. I wanted him to finish inside me—to taste his orgasm the same way he’d tasted mine. I bobbed up and down, pushing against his hold on my hair. It only took a few more strokes and then I got exactly what I wanted. His cock twitched as jets of come exploded into my mouth. I swallowed, sucked, and licked until he was done.

“Now that’s a wake-up call.” Pure satisfaction replaced the sleepy look he’d woken up with.

I yelped when he curled up and hauled me onto his lap. “A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.”

“You make it sound like you had to wrestle me to the ground so I’d let you give me a blow job. You’re more than welcome to wrap those pretty lips around my cock whenever you want.”

“That’s what you say now, but once you get those firm lips of yours on me,” I ran a fingertip over his bottom lip, “it’s impossible to have anything else on my mind except the orgasms I know you’re going to give me. It might be incredibly selfish of me, but I’m already addicted to the pleasure you give me.”

He nipped at my finger, making me giggle. “You aren’t selfish, baby. You’re perfect, and I want you addicted to me. Just like I am to you.”

“Yeah, right.” I tried to laugh it off, figuring it was just a line.

When he cupped my face in his hands and stared deeply into my eyes, it was impossible to ignore the sincerity with which he spoke. “I’m serious, baby. I knew it from the moment we first met. Why else do you think I had this ring in my pocket?”

My gaze dropped to where he was rubbing the engagement ring he’d slipped onto my finger last night. “It really wasn’t a backup plan? Not just a case of you being a guy and knowing it might take a bold statement to make Zach back off?”

“This wasn’t me calling an audible, Elisa. It was my Hail Mary pass, hoping for a touchdown.”

“Audible? Hail Mary?” It was as though he was speaking another language and I needed a translator. Although I enjoyed watching the Giants because it reminded me of my dad, I’d never really learned anything about the game.

“Football speak,” he mumbled. “We’re going to have to work on that. My wife needs to understand football. How else is she going to help me teach our kids?”

“Help,” I squeaked. “I’m still a little lost over here.”

“How about I make it crystal clear for you, baby?” He scooped me up and set me on the edge of the mattress. When he dropped down to his knees between my legs, it dawned on me what he was about to do. My heart raced when he lifted my hand off my lap. Tears filled my eyes as I felt the touch of his fingertip when he traced the gold and diamond ring. He didn’t pull it off like I expected him to, though. Instead, he nudged it further onto my finger and held it in place. “I’ve always been the guy who strikes hard and fast when there’s something he wants. It’s how I made it as far in the NFL as I did. Once I have a goal in mind, I’ll fight to make it there. Only lately, I haven’t had anything to fight for. Not since I fucked up my shoulder and walked away from football.”

“And now,” I whispered.

“All of that changed the moment I stepped out of my Lamborghini and the sight of my ideal woman standing in front of my perfect house struck me speechless. I wanted them both.”

“I thought you didn’t like the house,” I protested, confused. “Why would we go look at so many others if you found the one you wanted to buy that day?”

“I needed time with you, baby.” His answer blew me away.

I thought back on all the houses we’d toured, the lunches we’d eaten, and his offer to help me this weekend. “You did it all for me?”

“Don’t you get it, Elisa? I want this.” He waved between us. “You and me together, my ring on your finger—a symbol showing the world you belong to me. Don’t take that away from me, baby. Tell me you want it, too.”

It was crazy. The height of insanity. I hadn’t even known him a month, but in my heart, I knew what my answer needed to be. “Yes,” I whispered, throwing caution to the wind. It wasn’t like we were going to run off and get married tomorrow. We still had time to get to know each other before we said our
I do’s
.