The Risqué Contracts Series (4 page)

“You are so fucking beautiful, baby,” I whispered with a bit of awe. My mouth watered and I decided I couldn’t wait. I clutched the top of the shirt and tore it down the middle, popping the front clasp of her bra on the way, thinking I should thank whoever invented that later. Her breasts spilled from the fabric as it fell away and I wasted no time taking one rosy bud into my mouth. Swirling my tongue around it and sucking, she squirmed and moaned with desire.

I could spend all day feasting on her round, creamy globes with their sweet, pink tips, but I was hungry for something else. While giving her other tit the same attention, I rocked my aching dick into her center—priming her, making her wetter, getting her ready for me.

She cried out and gripped my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin. It felt fucking fantastic, the bite of pain mixed with pleasure. I removed her panties as I kissed and licked my way to settle my head at the apex of her thighs. I pushed them wide, opened the lips of her pussy with my thumbs, and stared at the pink perfection on display, the hard little bundle of nerves begging for my attention.

“Your pussy is gorgeous, baby. Soaking wet and so needy. I can’t fucking wait to feel you fall apart on my tongue.”

The first long lick from bottom to top had her flavor exploding on my tongue. It was even sweeter than it had been on my fingers. I was instantly addicted and dove in to eat her with vigor. Nibbling, sucking, and a bite here and there—I worked her, listening to her cries, until she was begging me to let her come.

“Caleb, stop fucking around. I can’t take any—oh! Oh, fuck!”

Deciding I’d teased her enough, I thrust my tongue into her tight little hole, feeling the walls clench, her body shaking with need.

“Yes! Yes! Caleb, I’m—oh, fuck!

I replaced my tongue with two fingers, curling them up as I wrapped my lips around her clit and sucked. Her body arched as she flew over the edge, screaming my name.

I’d had every intention of stopping there, waiting until I’d romanced her in our hotel and worshiped her body, but her cries of ecstasy blew those plans straight to hell. I couldn’t wait.  

Before she completely came down from the high of her orgasm, I had all our clothes removed. “You’re mine, Madeleine. This pussy will only ever feel my cock inside it from now on, only my tongue devouring its nectar, and only deliver my babies.” I left the condoms in the drawer and drove into her, bottoming out on that first thrust.
Fucking hell
. She cried out as I entered her and I ran my eyes over her face to make sure it wasn’t in pain. Her pools of jade were wide with shock, but glazed over with lust.

I was large to begin with, but her pussy was so tight, it clamped down, squeezing my dick, still pulsing with the aftershocks of her orgasm. It took all of my control not to come like a fucking teenager with no stamina. I stilled for a moment, letting her get used to me and gathering my strength, but I didn’t give her long to shake it off, to think this through.

Her juices were coating my cock, allowing me to slide in and out despite the suction from her pussy. I couldn’t hold on to my rhythm, though. Finally being inside her, officially making her mine, and about to fill her with my come—it caused me to burst into a frenzy. I slammed my cock into her, our skin slapping together, mingling with her cries and my groans. I lifted her hips, wrapping her legs around my waist and grasped the headboard behind her. With the support, I whipped my hips into her, pounding with every ounce of my strength.

Her cries had escalated to screams and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. “That’s right, baby. Squeeze the fuck out of my cock. I need you to let go, Madeleine. Let go so you can take everything I have for you. I’m going to bury myself so deep inside you, plant a piece of me, and make sure you belong to me forever.” She was so caught up in the torrent of sensations, she didn’t respond to my words.

I watched her come once again, fascinated by the beauty of her falling apart. I crashed into her one last time and groaned as I felt myself reach all the way to her cervix while exploding inside her, jets of hot semen coating her, hopefully embedding deep. It was the strongest orgasm I’d ever experienced; I kept coming, releasing so much into her, I wondered if I’d have anything left.

Once emptied, I collapsed on top of her, spent and incredibly satisfied. I wasn’t sure how I’d ever let her out of bed. From my research, it had become clear Madeleine’s experience was very limited. There were so many things I wanted to do to her—new ways of fucking to introduce her to. Just thinking about ropes and reddened skin on her ass had my cock twitching.

Realizing I was probably crushing her, I rolled to my side and tucked her against me, my arm banded around her waist. She’d always been mine, but now, I’d made it abundantly clear to her. And, if luck was with me, I’d be doing this again in a year, keeping her full with my babies for a long time.

I sighed at the future before me, utterly content.

I
wasn’t sure how it happened, but I fell asleep in bed with Caleb. He must have fucked me senseless; it was the only explanation for why I spent the remainder of our flight tucked in his arms instead of freaking out about what had just happened between us. But I made up for lost time when he ushered me off the plane and into a waiting limo.

I was completely absorbed in my own thoughts, I barely noticed anything during the ride to the posh hotel where Caleb had booked us a suite. It was my first time in Paris, but my encounter with Caleb left me staring blindly out the window. Two thoughts kept repeating over and over again in my head in an endless loop:

I just had toe-curling, mind-blowing sex with Caleb on his private jet.

Now that he’d gotten me into his bed, how long would he want to keep me there?

Once we were settled into the suite, I finally started to come out of my dazed state. When I stepped onto the terrace and saw the lights on the Eiffel Tower, it finally dawned on me that we really were in Paris.

“What about customs?” I asked Caleb as he pressed me against the railing, his arms caging me in.

“They checked our passports before I woke you up.”

I turned in his arms, surprised by his answer. “How did they get my passport?”

He dipped his head lower, his answer a whisper against my lips. “I took it from your purse.”

I should have been irritated by his admission, but considering his dick had just been inside me, I couldn’t find it within myself to be pissed. “Didn’t they need to see me to confirm my identity?”

“It was what they preferred, but I wanted you to get as much sleep as possible. You won’t get much rest while we’re here.” His words held a heated promise, and I knew he wasn’t referring to the business we’d come to handle.

“So, what you’re saying is, you could have kidnapped me, flown me to another country, and nobody would have stopped you, or even been aware I was there against my will?”

His eyes flared with satisfaction. “Now that you mention it...yes. Thanks for pointing it out to me. You never know when the idea might come in handy in the future. But I didn’t need to kidnap you. We both know you want to be here with me. The way you begged to come on my fingers and then squeezed the hell out of my cock when you climaxed again is proof of how much you want me.”

He didn’t give me a chance to respond before he took my mouth in a brutal kiss, plundering the depths and claiming every inch his tongue encountered. His fingers tangled in my hair and clenched tightly as he pulled my head back, holding me in place. The slight sting of pain at my scalp sent shivers down my spine. But it was from pleasure, not pain, which was an unfamiliar feeling for me. None of my former lovers had ever been as aggressive as Caleb. I’d always been handled gently in the past and thought it was how I preferred my sex, but I’d never come as hard as I had with Caleb today, and he’d been the furthest thing from gentle.

My heart was racing by the time he ended the kiss. I could barely stand up, my legs were shaking so much. It didn’t matter, though. Caleb swept me into his arms and carried me into the bedroom. He dropped me onto the king sized mattress and quickly followed me down.

I pressed my hands against his chest, slowing his progress. “Aren’t we here to handle problems that require your urgent attention?”

“It’s the middle of the night,” he murmured as his fingers toyed with the hem of my skirt.

“Like that’s ever stopped you before.” I’d seen firsthand how hard of a taskmaster he could be with his employees.

“Right now, I have a bigger issue to deal with. The images your kidnapping comment evoked in my imagination have caused an obstacle I need your help with.”

He moved one of my hands down his chest until it cupped the bulge in his pants. My fingers clenched instinctively on his hardness, the visible proof of how much he wanted me. I felt a rush of sensual power in my veins, knowing I affected him so much. The squeeze of my fingers must have sent him over the edge because he hiked my skirt up and ripped my panties from my body. Pinning me to the bed, he ran his hands along my sides until they wrapped under my thighs and then tugged me down until my butt was at the edge of the mattress, my legs hanging over the side.

My hands clenched the silky sheets as I watched him unbuckle his belt before unzipping his pants. He didn’t bother taking them off, just pushed his boxers down enough so his cock was freed from its confines. With one hand guiding him, he rubbed his hard length between my lips and gently tapped my clit before sliding down again.

“You’re so wet for me already, baby. I can’t wait to be inside you again.”

He swiveled his hips and his hard length rubbed me in all the right places. “Feels so good,” I panted, my legs circling his hips instinctively even though I should be slamming them shut since I was still sore from earlier.

“I can do better than good,” he rasped before pulling his hips back, pressing the tip of his cock to my entrance, and thrusting inside. “Much better.”

“Yes,” I gasped.

“Because what I give you is the best. Isn’t it, Madeleine?” he asked as he pulled back and slammed into me again. When I didn’t answer fast enough, he held back and growled at me. “Isn’t it?”

My body tensed, waiting for the next thrust, but it didn’t come. As my eyes met Caleb’s, his determination to force my admission was clear. Between the steadfast gleam and the muscle clenching in his jaw, I was compelled to answer.

“Yes, Caleb.” My reply was soft, barely a whisper, but it was enough for him. Caleb drove his cock in and out of me at the perfect pace, his hips pistoning in a hard rhythm between my thighs. Unable to hold my head up any longer, it fell back against the mattress as I pushed my hips forward in a desperate search for relief. The feel of his lips wrapped around one of my nipples sent me over the edge, but he increased his pace, fucking me relentlessly before planting himself deep inside and dropping down onto me. The combination of his weight pinning me to the mattress and his hips grinding against me as his cock twitched was enough to make my walls clench harder, another orgasm crashing through my body.

Once we’d both managed to catch our breath, Caleb settled on the pillows, cradling me in his arms. The sound of his heartbeat was steady in my ear. I savored the feeling of our closeness for a brief moment and then forced myself to pull away from his warmth.

“Where do you think you’re going?” His hand whipped out to grasp my arm.

“To shower and change. Maybe check my email. I don’t want to fall behind while we’re here.”

He yanked me against him again, shifting to kneel between my legs. “I can think of more interesting things to do than catching up on your correspondence.”

“But we’re here to work,” I protested weakly.

His response was muffled as he kissed his way up my thigh, but it sounded like he’d said something along the lines of ‘that’s what you think’. Whatever he meant was the last thing on my mind when his tongue circled my clit before he climbed up my body to whisper a few of the interesting things he thought were better than email into my ear. By the time he was done demonstrating a couple of them, I was in complete agreement.

T
he buzzing of my phone vibrating on the nightstand woke me up. I reluctantly released Madeleine and snatched it up, clicking the button to silence it before it could disturb her. When I saw the number flashing across the screen, I cursed and eased out of bed, quietly making my way to the living room while softly shutting the door behind me.

“What the hell do want, Julie? It’s five o’clock in the morning,” I snapped. “And why are you at the office so late?”

“I’m sorry, Caleb,” she said, though her tone implied otherwise, “I assumed you would be awake due to jetlag. I stayed late to get you the files you asked for.”

I sighed. “I need the files ready when I return, Julie, not immediately. And, it’s Mr. Sterling.”

“Excuse me?” Hurt infused her voice, but I didn’t give a shit. I’d fucked Madeleine until I’d worn her out so we would be able to get some sleep and quickly acclimate to the time difference. We’d both passed out around four and I was none too happy about being woken up only an hour later. And I was even more irritated this pointless phone call forced me to leave the warmth of Madeleine’s naked body.

“You’re my employee, Julie. You call me Mr. Sterling.”

“But Madeleine—”

“
Ms. Connelly
can call me whatever she wants. You have not been given permission to address me so informally,” I said, cutting her off. I was about to hang up when I figured it wouldn’t hurt to make it appear as though I was going to get some work done. “Actually, before you leave, fax me the plans for the expansion of Madeleine’s branch of the company.”

“I can send Ms. Connelly copies as well.”

“No need. Madeleine is here with me.”

There was a long pause and my impatience elevated to an all-time high. “Is there anything else?”

“Would you like me to have the hotel make a copy and deliver them to her room as well?”