The Risqué Contracts Series (9 page)

“This isn’t the problem.” I waved the papers at him.

“Then what is the problem, baby? I can’t fix it if you don’t tell me what’s bothering you.”

He was right. It was unfair for me to expect him to read my mind, to understand what was bothering me if I didn’t tell him. For the last two weeks, I’d been hoping and praying he’d say the words I needed to hear—a confession of his love. I’d wanted it to come from his need to tell me how he felt for me, not because I’d asked him for them. It felt too much like begging for his affection. But the moment never happened and now I found myself considering a lifetime with him when I didn’t know if he felt the same. I was left with no choice.

“Why do you want to marry me, Caleb?”

His eyes widened and his head tilted in confusion. “Why do you think I want to marry you, Madeleine?”

“Do you love me?” I was horrified when my voice cracked at the end of my question as tears streamed down my face.

“Oh, baby,” he sighed, dropping to his knees on the floor in front of me and moving between my legs. There was no mistaking the depth of emotion shining in his eyes as he looked up at me. “Love isn’t a strong enough word for what I feel for you. From the first moment I saw you, I knew you were mine. The woman I was meant to marry. The mother of my children. The only person I’ve ever wanted to spend the rest of my life with. As impossible as it sounds, I think my love for you started then, and it’s grown each day since.”

“Really?” I gasped.

“Yes, Madeleine. I’m absolutely, irrevocably in love with you.” He reached for the blue jewelry box and flipped the lid open to display the oval diamond micromelee split shank ring nestled inside. My breath caught in my throat as he placed it on the tip of my finger. “Marry me.”

It wasn’t a question exactly, more of a statement of fact, but I still felt compelled to answer him. “Yes!”

“Damn straight,” he sighed, sliding the ring onto my finger before rising up to kiss me senseless.

In our enthusiasm, we’d knocked the papers off the table and I bent over to pick them up. It occurred to me I hadn’t seen any stipulations for divorce.

“Caleb, where is the penalty clause?” I asked, skimming through the legal jargon.

He lifted my chin so I was gazing into his endless blue eyes. “There isn’t one,” he stated firmly. “There is no getting out of this contract, Madeleine. This is forever.”

It wasn’t until I’d managed to catch my breath again while sitting on his lap that I remembered the other item on the table.

“What’s in that one?” I asked, pointing to the red leather box.

I was enchanted by the slight blush that stained his cheeks at my question. “I hope you don’t mind, but I took the liberty of picking out my own wedding band.” His fingers traced the gold and diamond bangle on my wrist. “I wanted a ring like your bracelet. One you’d be able to lock onto my finger because I never plan to take it off. Ever.”

“I don’t mind at all.” It was an understatement; I actually loved the idea. With his ring on my finger, his baby in my belly, his words of love ringing in my ears, and his bracelet locked onto my wrist, I looked forward to the moment when I would lock his wedding band onto his finger. Knowing Caleb, I figured I wouldn’t have long to wait.

“I
s she asleep?” Madeleine asked in a hushed voice, her head poking around the corner of the door to the pink and white nursery.

Nodding, I slowly stood from the chair where I’d rocked our four-month-old daughter to sleep. I placed a kiss on the feathery, caramel curls of my beautiful baby girl and laid her down in her crib, covering her with a soft blanket.

I flipped on the monitor before leaving the room and quietly shutting the door. Madeleine was halfway down the hall toward our bedroom and I stopped for a moment to admire the view. Damn, my wife had a great ass.

After giving birth to Sadie, her body had become a little curvier and it was sexy as hell. That didn’t mean I wasn’t panting after her during her whole pregnancy, though. Something about seeing her full with my baby was a complete turn on, and I was anxious to get her that way again.

Once I got to the bedroom, I saw her standing at the sink in the master bath, getting ready for bed. The little silk nightgown she was wearing had my cock growing hard and tenting my pajama pants. I walked up behind her, my erection cuddling against her ass, encircled her waist, my hands resting on her tummy and I kissed her neck. When a shiver ran down her body and I smiled into her hair, loving how responsive she was to me.

“I love you,” I mumbled against her skin, then licked and sucked the sensitive area, leaving goose bumps in my wake.

She smiled and turned her head for a kiss. “I love you, too.”

“Thank you,” I said as my lips lifted from hers.

“For what?”

“For loving me, marrying me, and giving me the most precious little baby girl.” I meant every word, but I was well aware of the effect they would have on her. As planned, she practically melted, her body going lax and snuggling into mine.

I’d been trying to convince her to have another baby for a few weeks and this time, I was determined to succeed. I figured it would be a good idea to gain her agreement before she ended up pregnant this time around. The woman never seemed to notice our lack of protection. I smirked to myself. I was just
that
good at what I did.

I rubbed her tummy. “I loved seeing this swollen with my baby.” My hands traveled up to cup her tits. “And seeing these full of milk.”

I dropped one hand down to cup her pussy. Oh, fuck—she wasn’t wearing underwear. Dipping a finger inside, I played with one of her nipples and groaned when I heard her breath catch.

I took my time, getting her hot and on the verge of begging to come. “I want to fill this pussy again, plant a baby, and see this gorgeous body grow from carrying our little one.”

Madeleine moaned, but then her eyes narrowed in suspicion, my words apparently penetrating the lustful fog.

“Sadie isn’t even six months old, Caleb,” she said, a stubborn glint in her eyes.

It was time to bring out the big guns. I slid to my knees, turned her so I could place little kisses on her stomach, and then rested my forehead there. “Please?” I pouted.

I looked up, and sure enough, I could see her determination wavering. I saved the “please” card and puppy dog eyes for rare occasions, and I followed them up by standing smoothly and sweeping her into a passionate kiss. Lifting her into my arms, I stalked to the bed and stripped us both before kissing, biting, and licking her body from head to toe. As I was about to bury myself inside her, I stopped. She mewled in protest, but I stared at her and asked one more time.

“I want to have another kid, baby. How about we make one?” I nudged her soaking wet pussy with the head of my cock and she whimpered with need.

“Yes,” she gasped, and I didn’t waste a moment. Thrusting into her, I fucked her until I was satisfied I’d accomplished my goal. We fell asleep tangled up together, with me still inside her.

Two weeks later, I woke to Madeleine sprinting out of bed and into the bathroom to empty her stomach.

I had a reputation for getting anything I went after. At that moment, I had it all.

“O
pen your eyes, baby,” I whispered in Madeleine’s ear. “We’re here.”

Her lids lifted slowly, fluttering a few times as the sleep cleared. She smiled sweetly at me and warmth exploded in my chest. Every day, I thought couldn’t possibly love her any more. Then the next morning would arrive, and I’d find I was wrong.

I was sitting next to her on the bed in the back bedroom of my private plane and I couldn’t help snaking a finger into the top of the sheet and tugging it down, baring her gorgeous tits. She stretched and purred like a satisfied cat, and even though I’d taken her twice before we fell asleep, my cock jumped to attention.

“Where is here?” Madeline asked through a yawn. I brushed her mussed up hair out of her face and leaned down to brush my lips across hers.

“Come and see.” I stood and walked to the door, throwing her a wink before exiting. After a few minutes, she emerged from the room dressed and groomed to perfection. She was always beautiful, but I really preferred the “freshly fucked” look. The door to the plane was already open and the stairs lowered, so I held out my hand and once she’d taken it, I guided her out onto the private airstrip.

Madeleine looked around and the moment she realized we were in Paris, her whole face lit up. Everything I’d ever done to get us to this point was absolutely worth it. She hurried down the steps and let go of my hand to throw herself into my arms.

“You brought me back to Paris?” she exclaimed, then sealed her lips over mine before I could respond.

Reluctantly, I tore my mouth from hers, a breath away from dragging her back to the bedroom. Unable to resist, I pecked her lips once more. “Let’s get to our hotel, baby. We have reservations for dinner.”

A limo was waiting for us and I helped her inside before sliding in next to her and dragging her up against my side. I immediately closed the privacy partition and attacked Madeleine’s mouth. We made out like teenagers until I heard the buzz of the intercom and the driver announced we’d reached our destination. I grinned as I looked her over—with the flush on her cheeks, kiss-swollen mouth, and glaze in her beautiful eyes—no one should have any doubt she was taken.

“Let’s go, baby,” I murmured, stepping out of the car. Waving away the chauffeur, I assisted my wife as she climbed out. The side slit in her skirt widened when her long leg extended out, and I frowned. I hadn’t noticed how high it was before. The driver’s gaze was glued to the sight as well, and I growled, glaring at him until he flushed and turned away. Once Madeleine alighted from the vehicle, I tucked her under my arm and walked to the entrance of the hotel. Turning my head, I scolded her softly, “Nobody gets to see what’s mine, Madeleine.  I’m throwing your skirt in the trash as soon as we reach our room.”

She looked up at me in surprise, then glanced down at her skirt and rolled her eyes. “You’ll do no such thing,” she scoffed. My eyes narrowed in warning, but I let it drop, for the moment.

I checked us into the penthouse, the room where I’d officially made Madeleine mine. Swiping the elevator key, I pulled her inside and into my arms. As the doors whooshed shut, I slammed my mouth down over hers, the memories assaulting me and igniting my fever for her. I barely registered the ding and the doors opening to reveal a small foyer and two large, French doors leading to the suite. I shuffled her to the entrance and continued kissing her as I used the key card to open the door.

With single-minded purpose, I backed her up until she was pressed against a floor to ceiling window with a view of the Eiffel Tower. I didn’t care what I could see through the glass, I was much more interested in the view right in front of me. Running one hand up her silky leg, the other sliding down her chest, they met at the seam of the slit. Gripping both sides, I ripped it until the skirt pooled on the floor, split from bottom to top. Madeleine gasped in outrage and I swallowed the sound, my tongue invading her mouth, sweeping inside and tangling with her own until her sounds became moans.

Leaning back an inch, I stared deeply into her lust glazed eyes. “Don’t underestimate me when it comes to what’s mine.” My fingers dipped into the scooped neck of her blouse and in one swift move, I tore it down the center. “This body belongs to me and only me.” I filled my palms with her lace-covered tits and lifted them, bending my head to lick her hard nipples through the lace. She sucked in a breath, but couldn’t hold in an impassioned cry. “Mine,” I growled.

The front clasp of her bra gave way under my nimble fingers, and I slid the straps down, along with her torn shirt, letting them fall to the ground. She stood before me in a tiny, cream thong and stilettoes. It was sexy as fuck and I decided to forget about our reservation and have her for dinner instead. I returned my hands to her tits, squeezing them and licking each nipple once.

Pushing her further against the window, I ground my erection into her pussy, feeling the heat through the two layers of fabric. “Do you remember the first time we were here, baby?” I cooed. “You were so hot for me, so fucking wet.” She nodded, apparently having lost the ability to speak, which spread a smug grin across my face. “I’m betting you’re every bit as slick now.”  I moved a hand down and ran a fingertip through the lips of her pussy, then brought it away, covered in her juices, and sucked it into my mouth. “Your taste is even more delicious, baby. Especially with every baby you give me.”

Madeleine’s body had ripened with each pregnancy and she became even sexier, and more irresistible. I was surprised I was able to do anything besides fuck her any time we were alone. Then I thought about it for a second, ok, so maybe I did. She pressed against me restlessly and I groaned at the sensations shooting straight to my cock. I needed to feel her without any barriers, so I quickly shed my jacket and shirt, and when those sharp little peaks dug into my chest as her tits pillowed against me, I growled in need. She attacked the button and zipper of my pants, plunging her hand inside to wrap her fingers around my cock. A few pumps and I was done for. “Take it out, baby. I need to be inside you.”

She mewled and gripped me a little tighter, licking her lips as she stared at where her hand disappeared. “Now, Madeleine,” I commanded, my fingers pressing a little harder into her ass. She obeyed and I lifted her, grunting at the feel of her heels digging into my backside when her legs clamped around my waist. I pulled the center of her panties to the side and drove into her until I was fully seated and we both cried out. “You feel so fucking amazing.” My voice was husky and dark as I battled for control. “Tilt your pussy up, baby,” I demanded and sucked a nipple into my mouth. Her back arched against the window and her hips bucked up, angling to a position where I sank impossibly deeper. “Just like that. Keep it right there.”