Penalty Clause Risque Contract - Fiona Davenport

Penalty Clause Risqué Contracts 1

Fiona Davenport

Copyright © 2016 Fiona Davenport All rights reserved. Edited by Monica Black All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing. For permission requests, please send your email request to [email protected]. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used factiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons or living or dead, events or locales are entirely coincidental. The author acknowledges the trademark status and trademark owners of various

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Table of Contents Title Page Copyright Page Penalty Clause Dedication Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Epilogue Contingency Plan About the Author

Penalty Clause Risque Contracts 1 Caleb Sterling has found the woman for him. He'll do whatever it takes to make her his... even if it means forcing her to spend time with him. He didn’t become a billionaire without learning how to leverage a contract to his advantage. Now that he’s gotten her to sign on the dotted line, he almost has Madeleine Connelly right where he wants her—in his bed and pregnant with his baby. Madeleine seriously underestimated Caleb’s desire for her. She thought the notorious playboy would move onto his next conquest after he’d gotten what he wanted from her. When she accepted a business deal

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with his company, she didn’t realize it meant spending so much time with him. Now she has to decide if she wants to trigger the penalty clause in their contract so she can get away from him or succumb to the temptation that is Caleb Sterling.

Warning: This book has an obsessive alpha billionaire who falls hard and fast. It's a quick and dirty read, but don't worry, it'll leave you satisfied.

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

Dedication “It takes millions of people to complete the world, but it only takes you to complete mine." - Anonymous

Chapter 1 Caleb Leaning back in my plush leather chair, I sipped at the scotch I held in one hand while staring at the picture of a gorgeous brunette clenched in the other. She was of average height, with glossy, dark hair and incredible green eyes. Even though her body was toned, her curves were the stuff of wet dreams. Since I first saw Madeleine Connelly, she had dominated my thoughts. When she crossed my path into the ballroom of a charity event six months ago, I knew I had to have her. She was going to be mine, and not just for a night—I would own her forever.

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I never walked into a situation without knowing all the facts and having confidence in the way it would play out. I didn’t approach her that night. Instead, I spent the evening keeping her in my sights, observing and protecting what was mine. After finding out her name, I hired a private investigator to find out everything I could about her—favorites, dislikes, family history, childhood, friends, habits, and most importantly, if she was single. I’d never been one to poach another man’s territory. It wasn’t worth the bother when there were so many other available women out there, but with Madeleine, I wasn’t sure the presence of another man in her life would have stopped me. Methodically, I set a plan in motion, leaving her no choice but to submit to me or risk losing everything. In the photo, her face was pinched with stress, her body coiled tight, and the “fuck off” vibe she carried like a shield translated

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clearly through the camera. I couldn’t wait to fuck the tension out of her and paint a look of bliss on her features. Just thinking about all the ways I would take her had me shifting uncomfortably in the chair, my dick already begging to sink into her pussy. Putting the picture down and forcing myself to concentrate on anything other than ache between my legs, I began reading over the contract I had drawn up, even though I knew practically every word. Madeleine was exceptionally intelligent, and had graduated from Harvard business school at twenty-one, a little over a year ago. Not long after, her father had a heart attack, thrusting her into the role of CEO of her family’s publishing company. Somehow, he’d been able to keep the fact that the business was almost bankrupt from everybody, including the board. When the truth was revealed, Madeleine struggled to bring their heads above water again.

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I was a self-made billionaire, having built the biggest publishing house in the country, quite often by taking over companies like Madeleine’s. When I wanted something, I took it—both in business and my private life. With her, it was more complicated. I didn’t want to fuck her and leave. I wanted to tie her to me, and my ability to rescue her company gave me the perfect opportunity. Or, at least, it was perfect now that I had discreetly, preemptively closed every path to a possible solution, except the one leading straight to me. With the wall she always kept up, I made the decision not to go to her with a proposal right away, eliminating the possibility for rejection. Instead, I exerted my influence through coercion and threats, convincing every other company to decline her offers. I even persuaded the banks to turn down any loan attempts. When they were holding on by their very last thread, I swooped in and met with the

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board, offering them the lifeline the company so desperately sought. They were so relieved, they didn’t even blink at the unorthodox stipulations I laid out for their CEO in the contract. They barely read it before signing on the dotted line and setting up a meeting with Madeleine to finalize the deal, though she didn’t have much of a choice. The term of the contract was one year, during which, if our agreement was in good standing, her company would come under the umbrella of my corporation, and she would have access to my resources and protection. As the majority stockholder, she would retain her position as CEO; however, she was obligated to work alongside me, not only looping me in on all her business decisions, but also setting her up as...an intern of sorts. She would be required to shadow me, learn from my business techniques. Even better, this meant accompanying me on any trips I might need to take. My mind

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wandered to the hotel rooms we would visit and how she would look spread out on white, silk sheets. Her pale, creamy skin standing out from the flush of arousal visible everywhere on her lush, naked body. Her hair splayed across the pillow while she writhed beneath me, pleas for me to fuck her falling from her pink lips. Damn it! I was severely irritated at my loss of control, the feeling being entirely foreign to me. I pulled out my gold Patek Caliber 89 pocket watch and checked the time, like I’d been doing obsessively all day. My meeting started in less than an hour, which gave me time to look over the penalty cause once more. I didn’t want to come at her so strongly that I sent her running in the opposite direction. I gave her an out, with conditions, of course. At any time, she could use the penalty clause to end our association. However, to do so, she was given two options: forfeit

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her company to me or spend one night in bed with me, capitulating to my demands and giving me her complete surrender. My lawyers assured me they were able to word it in such a way that I would not be open to a lawsuit. How they did it, I didn’t know. Frankly, I didn’t give a fuck. Madeleine was going to end up in my bed one way or another. And once I had her, I wasn’t going to let her go. A knock on my door pulled me from my thoughts, and, let’s be honest, rescued me from drowning in a rapidly thickening haze of lust. “Come in,” I called. My executive assistant, Julie, opened the door and approached my desk with a handful of papers. “These require your signature.” Accepting the stack, I quickly scrawled my name on each one and handed them back. I looked up to find her standing directly beside my chair, a hip propped on the

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desk. Julie was a beautiful woman; model thin with long, blonde hair and ice blue eyes. She was exactly the kind of woman I usually preferred. In fact, I’d been toying with the idea of a night with her before I met Madeleine. Julie had subtly let me know she would be open to spending time with me in bed, but she never pushed it. If I hadn’t met Madeleine, I probably would have gone there, but one look at my girl was all it took for my cock to go limp around every other woman. It had been a long, dry, six months. “Are you sure you don’t want me to stay until your last appointment leaves?” She cocked her head and smiled, a clear invitation in her posture and tone. “I’m all prepped. You can go on home.” The last thing I needed was the woman who wanted to sleep with me greeting Madeleine at my first meeting with her. I didn’t want her to pick up on my assistant’s flirtations until I had her firmly installed in my bed,

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and my life. Then, if it became a problem, I’d handle it accordingly. Julie took the dismissal gracefully, leaving with the sheaf of papers and a nod. Checking the time again, I saw it was five minutes to eight. My wait was about to be over. I breathed a sigh of relief, finally. Rising from my chair, I walked to the sideboard on the left wall of my large office and poured another tumbler of scotch. I set the two crystal glasses on the coffee table situated in the middle of a relaxed conversation area made up of three couches. Then, my phone rang and I swiftly walked back over to my desk. “Sterling,” I answered gruffly. “There is a Madeleine Connelly here for you, sir,” said the night security manager for the building. “Send her up, Peter.” Anticipation rolled through me and I fought to keep myself calm, when all I wanted was to haul her into

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my office and fuck her. Show her who held the power in our relationship, who she belonged to. Knowing she would not have my secretary to escort her in, I walked to the door. Opening it, I watched her exit the elevator. When she looked up and her jade eyes met mine, I was unable to keep the predatory smile off my face.

Chapter 2 Madeleine The chemistry sizzling between Caleb Sterling and I was powerful. I’d never actually met him, but it had been like this from the first moment I laid eyes on him during a charity event several months ago, and I’d been resisting his pull anytime I’d seen him since. Straightening my spine, I dug deep in an effort to wrap myself in my ice princess persona. It had been my defense against guys ever since I’d suddenly developed boobs back in my freshman year of high school. It was like a second skin to me after all these years, but staying cool around Caleb wasn’t easy.

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He fit his playboy billionaire image perfectly, with his starkly good looks and forceful personality. I was sure there weren’t many women who wouldn’t want to be on his arm and end up in his bed by the end of the night. I wanted to be one of the unaffected, but my fingers twitched with the desire to tousle his light brown hair. I wanted to see his crystal blue eyes lit with passion for me, with or without the glasses, which only made him look sexier. I dreamed of pressing my body against his muscular frame, to feel his arms wrapped around me. And his lips, they were so damn sensuous, I wanted to nip at the bottom one to punish him for making me lose my calm the way only he managed. Thinking about how he would taste, I licked my lips as I exited the elevator and walked toward his office. He was waiting for me, standing in the doorway. My gaze drifted to his mouth and stalled at the confident smirk I found there. It took all the strength I

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had to follow him further into the room instead of running from him like my instincts were shouting for me to do. He had the look of a hunter tonight, and I was starting to feel like his prey. “Mr. Sterling.” My greeting held none of the graciousness my parents had instilled in me. “Madeleine.” I should have found his reply mocking, but his tone held too much heat. Then, I was too distracted by him shutting and locking the door behind me to worry about anything other than being utterly alone with him. When he ushered me toward one of the couches, I moved forward blindly. My neck tingled when I felt his breath on my skin, just below my ear. “My name is Caleb, Madeleine,” he purred in a deep voice. As soon as I was seated, he pressed a glass of amber liquid into my hand and urged me to

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lift it to my lips. I swallowed a mouthful and coughed at the burn as it went down. “Scotch?” I wheezed. “You could have warned me. I don’t usually drink anything so strong.” “You’re going to need it for the conversation we’re about to have.” The hint of threat in his voice sent shivers along my spine. “Why would I need scotch to handle a simple business meeting with you?” I couldn’t stop myself from watching his ass as he walked over to the desk and grabbed a stack of papers. He tossed them onto the coffee table before sitting next to me so close, I could feel the heat radiating from his thigh. “Your board held an emergency meeting today.” “Without me?” I gasped. “But I’m the CEO.” “Desperate times call for desperate measures, Madeleine. And we both know your company is well past the point of

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desperation. Something the board is also well aware of. It’s why they accepted my offer and agreed to let me be the one to get your signature on the dotted line.” My hand trembled as I reached for the papers. I’d done my best to avoid meeting him. Now, it appeared the mess my dad left me to clean up had put me in a position where I couldn’t evade him any longer—not if we were going to work together to save my company. The contract seemed straightforward enough, until I hit the language pertaining to the amount of interaction I would have with Caleb. “This basically puts me at your beck and call.” “That’s a fair assessment, but I’m offering you an opportunity most up-and-coming executives would jump at. Not only am I sinking a lot of my own money into this project, but you’ll have the chance to learn how I run my company on a daily basis.” He paused

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and his blue eyes seemed to burn right through me. “There are many things you can learn from me.” We were talking about business, but he’d managed to make that last sentence sound dirty. I struggled to keep my focus on the contract as I read the last page. When I reached the final clause, my pulse jumped as my heart beat faster. I reread it several times, expecting the words to change, thinking I must have read it wrong, but they remained the same each time. “What the hell?” I managed to keep my voice level, though I was shrieking on the inside. “There’s no way this contract is enforceable in a court of law,” I argued. “Not if it requires me to sleep with you.” “Do you really want to gamble everything to find out when you damn well know I’ve got the best lawyers in the country on retainer?” he asked.

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I sucked in a quick breath, enraged at being cornered and knowing I was out of options. “It looks like you’ve given me three impossible choices from which to choose.” “Only if you want to see it that way. Personally, I think two of them are damn good options for you.” I knew he wasn’t referring to the one that required me to walk away from the company I’d been fighting hard to save. His arrogance was astounding. “Spending a night in your bed, under your complete control, isn’t an option I’m willing to consider.” “What if it was more nights and we took turns being in control?” He trailed his finger along my thigh and I jumped from the couch, storming toward the door. “Unlock it now.” I’d meant for it to sound like a command, but my voice trailed off as Caleb came up behind me and pressed me against the cool surface, his dick hot and

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hard against my back. And so damn big. I’d heard the rumors about him, circulated amongst all the socialites, but I’d assumed they were all hype. “I’m not doing this with you.” “Why won’t you admit the truth?” he asked, pressing his hand between me and the door to cup my pussy. “Even through your clothes, I can feel how hot and wet you are for me.” Shocked by his behavior, I started to pull away, but he wouldn’t let me move. “Caleb, no,” I whimpered as he shoved his hand down my skirt and inside my panties. His finger grazed my clit before sliding lower, and I shuddered. There was no hiding how wet I was for him. “Shhh, baby,” he soothed. “It’s okay. I’ve wanted to fuck you since the moment I saw you from across the room. I’ve dreamed about your tight little pussy more times than

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I can count. Plotted and planned so I could have you under me.” I forced myself to think about every single reason I needed to tell him to stop. Focused on what would happen after he got what he wanted from me and walked away. On what it would feel like to be part of the revolving door that was his sex life. Picturing all the women who came before me, and the ones who were sure to come after, was enough to cool my desire. Gripping his wrist, I dragged his hand from my skirt and smoothed the fabric down. He reached around me and unlocked the door. “I’ve made a more than fair offer of assistance. As much as I’d love to have you under my control for a night, I want more from you. I’m hoping you decide to work with me over the next year.” He was letting me walk away now, but I knew I wouldn’t have long to enjoy my freedom. Not when he was forcing me to spend

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time with him after my body just betrayed me and told Caleb how much I wanted him.

Chapter 3 Caleb Unlocking that door was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. Her body heat was pulsing, her heart racing, and when I lifted my fingers from her drenched pussy and tasted her...fuck. “Mmm, you taste incredible.” Desperate to fuck her, I barely contained myself as she shivered. I took a deep breath and reluctantly stepped back, giving her the opportunity to escape—for the moment. I was going to have her, in one way or another, but I wanted her to make the choice. She reached for the door handle and twisted it, the click a deafening sound in the

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tense silence. Her shoulders fell in defeat before she quickly straightened, becoming rigid and lifting her chin. “I’ll work with you, Mr. Sterling. But don’t expect anything beyond a professional relationship.” Hearing her call me “Mr. Sterling” had my already erect cock hardening to the point of pain. I clenched my fists, determined not to break. “I’m pleased you’ve accepted my offer to be business partners. As for the other...we’re inevitable, Madeleine. The sooner you accept that, the easier this will be on you.” She slowly turned to face me, her green eyes frigid, her expression resolute. “Don’t bet on it. You’ll lose.” Then, she spun around and marched from the office. My lips curled up into a feral smile. There was little I loved more than a challenge. ***

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Madeleine’s scent clung to me and when I got to my house later that night, I didn’t want to wash it away. Unfortunately, a freezing cold shower was the only remedy for the hard-on I was still sporting from our meeting since jacking off wasn’t going to be enough. The glass-enclosed, marble-tiled shower was big enough to fit four of me. As I stepped inside, I pictured holding Madeleine up against the wall while thrusting into her sweet pussy, or her riding me while I sat on the large bench. Turning the water temperature to the coldest setting, I waited until my cock finally went limp, then grabbed a black, fluffy towel, and dried off. Naked, I padded to my oversized bed, crawled under the covers, and stared at the empty spot next to me, confident it wouldn’t be long without an occupant. The following morning, I called for an afternoon staff meeting. My first order of business was to get my and Madeleine’s staff

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acquainted. In preparation for this merger, I’d cleared two floors in the building to move her company within walls I owned. Naturally, Madeleine’s office sat next to mine. As our employees filed into the room, I watched the door closely. When Madeleine entered, I relaxed and felt comfort wash over me. She was wearing a sexy red dress suit that hit her just above the knees, but still showcased her long legs—legs made to circle my hips while I tugged on the soft, caramel curls flowing down her back. I grew hard and discreetly adjusted myself. Madeleine headed for the chair at the opposite end of the table, the customary spot for the person just below me in rank. I was having none of that. “Ms. Connelly, you will sit beside me,” I commanded. She hesitated and my eyes narrowed in warning. With a quick glance around, she obviously decided to avoid a scene and made

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her way to the chair designated for her. She stiffly lowered herself next to me and primly folded her hands on the table, avoiding further eye contact. I placed my hand firmly on her thigh, my pinky and ring finger sliding beneath her skirt and resting near her center. She jumped and tried to move her leg away, but I gripped it tight, forcing her to stay put. I started the conference, explaining what had transpired and been agreed upon by our companies while leaving out a few details. Throughout my speech, I kept ahold of Madeleine’s leg, my fingers absently brushing her sensitive inner skin. A sweet blush had swept across her cheeks and from time to time, she squirmed, likely trying to relieve the building ache I was causing. My eyes caught hers, finding them filled with equal parts murderous intent and lust. When the meeting ended, Madeleine tried to pry my hand from her warm flesh in

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an effort to make a quick escape. Instead of removing it, my hand traveled higher up her thigh, my grip holding her in place. “Madeleine, please stay,” I said, deadpan. “I’d like a word with you.” My finger brushed across the fabric covering her pussy, finding it soaked through. I couldn’t resist sliding my pinky beneath the seam and dipping it into her wetness. A tiny moan escaped her perfectly kissable lips and I held back a growl of satisfaction. As the last person left, I asked them to shut the door behind them. Alone, I let go and sucked my finger clean. Madeleine sprung from her chair, quaking with anger and desire. “Mr. Sterling, that was entirely inappropriate and unprofessional.” I stood and grasped her around the waist, cutting off any further sounds, except a squeak of surprise when I pressed her against my body and slammed my mouth

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down over hers. She fought it for half a second before melting into me. Her mouth was even better than I could have imagined. I growled my approval as my hands journeyed down to her ass. Squeezing the toned globes, I lifted her and spun to set her on the table. Her legs immediately encircled my waist, hooking at the ankle. Digging my fingers in, I brought her pussy flush with my raging erection. She panted at the contact and I took the opportunity to sweep my tongue into her mouth, tangling it with hers and swallowing a low moan. After worshipping her lips until they were red and swollen from my kiss, I was finally able to tear my mouth away. Placing wet, open-mouthed kisses along the column of her throat, I whispered, “Fuck, baby. Your body was made for mine. Your hot little pussy is cradling my cock, a perfect fit. It’s going to glove me just right, sucking me into

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you, begging for the hardest orgasm you’ve ever had.” My fingers nimbly undid the little red buttons on her jacket and I grunted when I felt her silky flesh. There was nothing but her lacy, red bra covering round, plump tits. “I-I,” she stuttered, “Yes—oh!” She gasped as I lightly pinched her nipple before tugging the fabric down and latching onto one pink, distended bud. She tasted like jasmine and honey, everywhere. One hand massaged her opposite breast and toyed with the tip while the other continued to hold her bottom, keeping her plastered against my hard length as I rocked into her. Moving my attention to her other tit, I sucked deep, feeling her pounding pulse in my mouth. She began to cry out with each rub of my cock as I thrust my hips with more intensity. I worked her into a frenzy until she was on the edge, then bit her nipple and roughly pinched the other as I ground into

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her pussy. She exploded, my name flying from her lips in a scream. It was a damn good thing those walls were soundproof, because I had no desire to quiet her. I lifted my head and watched her come with fascination. She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. I did everything I could to resist orgasming along with her. The first time I came with her, I’d be buried inside her, fucking that sweet pussy until I branded her as mine.

Chapter 4 Madeleine I’d had more orgasms over the last four weeks than I’d ever had in my life—and not a single one was between bed sheets, self-induced, or even shared with a naked man. Ever since Caleb made me come after that first morning meeting, he’d been relentless in his pursuit of me. He took advantage of every opportunity to touch me, and he made sure he had plenty of them. It was impossible to avoid him, not when I was forced to spend so much time with him each day. I didn’t know why he bothered giving me my own office since he rarely let me spend any time in it by myself. He’d managed to monopolize all

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my waking hours, firmly wedging himself into my life. The worst thing was how my body was betraying me. I couldn’t even escape him when I was asleep. I dreamed of him every night—dirty erotic dreams where I imagined what it would be like to have him take me in countless ways. Night after night, I woke with my hand down my panties and my heart racing. But no matter how hard I tried, I never managed to find release at my own hand. It was like he’d trained my pussy to respond to his touch only. I wouldn’t put it past him to find a way, not with how territorial he acted anytime another man paid the slightest attention to me. It was the strangest thing since Caleb wasn’t known for being jealous. In fact, many of his former women had tried to trap him into wanting more by flaunting other men in his face and he hadn’t responded in any way. He couldn’t have cared less and it showed. His

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possessiveness with me was the opposite of how he’d treated any other woman, and it was starting to get to me. It was becoming difficult not to consider the possibility of him wanting more from me than a fling of some kind. There I was with a rare half hour alone in my office, and I was wasting it mooning over him. The ringing of my phone was a welcome distraction and I hastily reached for it to answer the call. “Madeleine Connelly speaking.” “What’s this I’ve heard about you and Caleb Sterling, Maddiekins? Have you fallen prey to a notorious playboy?” The teasing voice belonged to none other than Brysen Mariano, the boy next door who’d been my closest friend growing up. Besides my mother, he was the only person alive who ever dared to use her childhood nickname for me. “You’re one to talk.”

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“Exactly my point! If you wanted a playboy in your life, you should have called me.” “Ewww. Now you’re just being disgusting.” The very thought of doing anything remotely sexual with him made me want to vomit. Brysen was the closest thing I had to family besides my parents. He was the brother I’d always wanted. “Have I ruined your appetite, then? Because I was thinking we could meet for lunch.” A quick glance at my schedule confirmed what I already knew to be true. I was booked for a lunch meeting with Caleb, just like I was every day for the last month. Today he was going to have to fend for himself, though. I needed to get away from him, if only for a little while. Maybe lunch with Brysen would help me build my shields back up again.

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“You’re buying and I’m ordering the most expensive item on the menu as payback for using that wretched nickname.” The sound of his laughter in my ear was soothing. “Like I’d ever let you pick up the tab anyway. And since I knew how much it would irritate you when I said it, I’ll take you to your favorite restaurant to make it up to you.” “You have a deal,” I agreed. “As long as you can meet me in fifteen minutes.” “I’ll be there,” he replied before hanging up. Tossing my cell into my purse, I rushed out the door of my office and breathed a sigh of relief when I saw Caleb’s door was still shut. I approached his assistant’s desk and cringed at the scathing look Julie gave me. She had taken an instant dislike to me, one I knew was based on her less than a professional interest in her boss.

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“When Caleb is done with his meeting, please let him know something’s come up and I’m unavailable for lunch today.” Her expression brightened, most likely because she figured this information was going to piss Caleb off. She delighted in causing friction between us whenever she could. I didn’t bother waiting for her response. Every additional minute I was in the office, I risked the chance of Caleb opening that door. I’d never make it out of here if he knew I was trying to leave for lunch. By the time I arrived at the restaurant, Brysen was waiting for me. At six-foot-three and all solid muscle, he was impossible to miss. Even though his inky black hair was covered by a hat with his football team’s logo on it and his chocolate brown eyes were hidden by sunglasses, his disguise didn’t fool me. I’d recognize him anywhere. The hostess looked crestfallen when he turned to greet me, sweeping me into a big

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hug and giving me a quick kiss on the cheek. “I’m glad you could make it.” “It’s good to see you, Bry.” I really meant it, too. More than half a year had passed since we’d last seen each other. We’d talked on the phone several times, but he’d been in the middle of a season with his team on another coast and I’d been busy trying to save my family’s company. The hostess led us to a secluded table in the back corner of the restaurant and I giggled at the glare she sent my way before leaving us. “I think you have an admirer,” I teased. “She’s harmless, but from what I’ve heard, the same can’t be said for your not-sosecret admirer.” The concern in his voice had me struggling for the right words to explain my situation with Caleb, but I couldn’t come up with anything that wouldn’t also require me to

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convince Brysen not to go after Caleb. “It’s complicated.” “That’s a bullshit response,” he hissed as the waiter approached to take our drink orders. “I’d like to order our lunches now,” I requested before he could walk away. Brysen and I had been here together many times before, and we always ordered the same things. My delaying tactic didn’t take long and before I was ready, the waiter was gone, leaving us alone once more. “Seriously, Maddie. What the hell is going on with you and Caleb Sterling?” “A better question would be what the hell business is it of yours and why the fuck is my woman having lunch in a secluded booth with you when she’s supposed to be with me?” The question was growled by a deep voice I’d come to know well over the last month. Caleb was here. He’d hunted me down and was now forcing his way into the

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booth next to me, his arm flung over my shoulder as he signaled the waiter over again. “There will be three for lunch. Add another place setting. Now.” The waiter ran to do his bidding. “Brysen Mariano,” my closest friend said as he leaned forward, extending his hand to Caleb. “I know,” he replied darkly, shaking his hand. “Caleb Sterling.” “So I assumed.” Brysen’s gaze was considering as he looked at the two of us sitting side by side. “How do you know my Madeleine?” The possessiveness in Caleb’s tone was blatant. “Maddie and I grew up together.” Caleb’s attention moved from Brysen to me. “You ditched our lunch plans to meet an ex-boyfriend?” “Not an ex-anything. Brysen is one of my oldest and closest friends,” I said, not liking the accusing look in his eyes.

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I felt the muscles in his arm relax as he took a deep breath. “You should have told me you needed to see a friend for lunch today. I would have understood.” “Would you really?” I questioned softly. “I’m sorry for all the fuss, but it turns out, it will be two for lunch,” Brysen apologized when the waiter returned again. “You’re leaving?” I gasped, stunned that he was abandoning me with Caleb. “I am,” he confirmed. “You two obviously have a lot to discuss, and I was operating under some wrong information. I’ve already learned what I needed to know just by seeing the two of you together.” “Wrong information?” I repeated, but it didn’t do any good. Brysen was already on his feet, ready to leave me alone with Caleb at a romantic table for two. “I don’t need to worry about having to kick Caleb’s ass for hurting you like all the

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gossip is saying will happen because he’s not going to do that. Right, Caleb?” “If I do, you have my permission to kick my ass. It will be the least I deserve.” Caleb’s response, on the heels of this strange turn of events, left me stunned. He’d turned my life upside down and I didn’t even know which way was up anymore.

Chapter 5 Caleb I glared at Madeleine and crowded her into the corner of the booth. She shrank back, then seemed to recognize her retreat and sat forward, her face inches from mine. Damn, I loved her feistiness. I figured all that fire would be explosive in bed. I felt myself thickening, growing from the semi-erect hard-on I was always sporting around her to a fucking rod of steel between my legs. I’d done my best to be patient, to woo her, albeit aggressively, and I was done with that shit. If I didn’t fuck her soon, I was going to lose my mind. I needed to bind her to

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me, and I would do whatever it took to make that happen. I’d been picturing our life together for almost a year—the house, kids, even the fucking dog. I had never intended to wait long before working toward that goal. In fact, I’d made sure the investigator had been thorough, so I knew she had a birth control capsule in her arm. I’d checked her calendar, and, as luck would have it, she’d been due to have it replaced shortly after we started working together. I may have been a little underhanded and rescheduled her appointment out three months. She apparently didn’t notice the date had been changed, utterly dependent on her calendar to remind her of the appointment. I had intended to use condoms and wait until she had accepted our relationship before making every effort to get her pregnant, but now, I was considering getting a jumpstart on the future I wanted for us.

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“Your woman? What the hell, Caleb?” Madeleine’s attempt at indignation was adorable. “Yes, baby. My woman,” I clarified. “And, my woman doesn’t spend time alone with another man, friend or otherwise. Got it?” She started to sputter, but I gripped her arms and pulled her forward to give her a hard kiss. A throat cleared behind us and I released her lips, looking to see the waiter had arrived with the meals Madeleine and Brysen had ordered. After he had left, I motioned for her to eat and continued speaking, avoiding any arguments. “I received a call from my office in Paris this morning,” I lied. “We need to take a last minute trip out there to deal with a few problems that have arisen.” I was going to take my girl to Europe, fuck her relentlessly, and fill her with every drop of come I had, until she was good and pregnant.

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“I can’t simply drop everything and go to Paris!” Madeleine insisted. “We’ll leave straight from here,” I continued, ignoring her protest. *** We’d been in the air for an hour and I’d allowed Madeleine to sulk for those sixty minutes. When we’d first boarded my private jet, she couldn’t contain her wonder and excitement at the opulent atmosphere. Once seated, she masked her delight behind a severe frown and studiously ignored me. For the most part, I let her indulge in her temper, but that didn’t stop me from constantly reminding her of my presence. Over the last month, I had come to know Madeleine’s body, though not as well as I would have liked, and I was about to rectify that situation. She was particularly sensitive on the soft skin of her inner thigh, close to the

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underside of her knee. I kept my hand resting firmly on top of her leg, but at an angle where my fingers could graze that area. Little goose bumps followed my touch and my impatience grew until I finally had enough. My hand traveled up her thigh and when it breached the hem, her head whipped around. It was easy to see her mind wanted to protest, but her body reacted to me like always. Her breathing escalated and I knew she was already wet. My fingers reached her panties and brushed over the soaked fabric. I couldn’t wait to sink my cock into the tight, silky heat I’d only felt with my fingers. For the moment, I’d settle for tasting her sweet pussy. I buried my hand in her caramel tresses, palming her neck and applying pressure to bring her lips to mine. The contact elicited a moan from both of us as electricity sparked between us and started to burn.

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Her mouth slightly parted, she breathed out a sound of passion. I took full advantage, licking her lips and plunging my tongue inside. She melted, but the armrest between our seats kept her from molding her body to mine. Unacceptable. I removed our seatbelts and lifted the barrier without breaking our kiss. With the obstruction gone, her arms went around my shoulders and I felt her hardened nipples as she pressed her chest against mine. It still wasn’t enough. Grasping her hips with both hands, I lifted, intent on moving her onto my lap. Her leg immediately swung out, settling on my other side until she was straddling me. Our groins met and even through our layers of clothes, I could feel how wet she was. Fuck, I needed to taste her. With my hand now on her perfect ass, I held her tight and shoved to my feet, moving toward the back of the plane. Her legs encircled my

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waist, keeping the connection at our center. My mouth descended, gliding along her jaw and down her neck. Licking and sucking, leaving little love bites, marking her. “Caleb,” she breathed, her voice full of yearning. I vaguely worried my cock was going to tear through my pants, desperate to be inside her. Honestly, I couldn’t blame the poor bastard. Reaching my destination, I pivoted and backed through the door, utterly relieved to lower us onto the big bed a few steps from the entrance. Settling snugly between her thighs, I intended to explore every inch of her body. I returned to her mouth while my fingers deftly undid the buttons of her pink jacket. She wore these sexy little suits every day and they plagued me with thoughts of what was underneath. When the last button was released, I lifted back a little and groaned at the sight of a sheer, white camisole. I could see right

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through it, her magnificent tits practically overflowing from her white, lacey bra. “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

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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!”

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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

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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

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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.

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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.

Chapter 6 Madeleine 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

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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.”

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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.

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“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.

Chapter 7 Caleb The 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

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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

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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?” “As I said, there is no need. Madeleine is with me. Do we understand each other?” Unless it was confidential business information, telling Julie anything was like sending a companywide text. By morning, everyone who hadn’t figured it out would know Madeleine was mine. I was confident she wouldn’t be happy about it, but that was too

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damn bad. This was the next best thing to having my ring on her finger. “Yes, sir.” Julie’s voice carried an undertone of bitterness that grated on my nerves. It was time to start thinking about replacing her. However, all my focus was on Madeleine at the moment, and I was done with this conversation. “Get it done,” I barked before hanging up. “Caleb? What’s going on?” The sound of Madeleine’s husky voice drew my attention and I turned to see her standing at the bedroom door. She was wearing my shirt from earlier, looking sleepy and adorably mussed. Instantly hard, I tossed my phone on the couch before striding over to her and gathering her into my arms. “Nothing, baby. Just work shit,” I said, softly placing my lips on the top of her head. She leaned back, eying me speculatively, but I distracted her with a consuming kiss. My

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cock was wide awake, so I hauled her back to bed to tire him out again. The next time I was dragged from sleep, it was due to a blaring alarm. Madeleine stirred and reached out to slam her hand down on the clock beside the bed, shutting off the jarring noise. Reluctant to release her, I followed the movement of her body and saw it was seven thirty. I groaned and pulled her back in tight as I rolled onto my back. Her body wiggled against me and my morning wood became a morning baseball bat. I cracked open one eye when I felt her trying to extricate herself from my arms. Yawning, I attempted to shift her body on top of mine. “You keep squirming like that, Madeleine, and you’ll find yourself fucked so hard, you’ll be walking funny for the rest of the day.” “We need to get up,” she insisted, pinching the underside of my arm. I yelped, giving her the opportunity to slip out of bed. Before

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she could get her feet on the floor, I hooked an arm around her waist and had her flat on her back with my body covering hers in seconds. “We don’t have to be anywhere, Madeleine,” I mumbled, planting soft kisses down her neck to her tits, and taking one hard, pink nipple into my mouth. “We have to get to work,” she gasped, and I let the nipple go with a pop. “Baby, relax. We have the day off.” She frowned. “You said it was an emergency.” “It was. The client I needed to meet with got stuck while traveling,” I lied, focusing back on the sweet taste of her skin, “and he won’t be able to get here until tomorrow.” “But, don’t—” I growled and sealed my mouth firmly over hers, swallowing her protests and avoiding any further questions. After thoroughly ravaging her mouth, I lifted my head, smiling at the glow of her

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flushed skin and the dazed look in her beautiful green eyes. “We don’t have to work, but I do have plans for the day.” I grinned. With a quick kiss on the tip of her nose, I jumped off the bed and dragged her up with me. “Come shower with me.” I tossed her over my shoulder and slapped her bare ass when she wouldn’t stop trying to get down. After a scorching hot, and very satisfying, shower, we dressed and left the hotel. I had a day laid out that was sure to wow her and I couldn’t wait to see her reactions. When we stepped into the hall, I realized I’d forgotten my wallet. Madeleine waited while I ran into the bedroom. I grabbed my keys and wallet from a side table, stopping short when I spied a pack of condoms in the slightly open drawer. Glancing around, I made sure I was alone before taking them, and then dug out the few I kept in my suitcase.

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The sight of the little foil packets reminded me she hadn’t brought up our lack of protection. I didn’t know whether she hadn’t noticed, which put a cocky smile on my face, or she wasn’t worried because she believed her birth control was still effective. I disposed of the offending contraceptives in the suite’s kitchen before heading out the door. Housekeeping would empty the trash while we were gone. We left the hotel and I led her to a small, out-of-the-way café I had discovered on one of my numerous trips here. Watching Madeleine enjoy French pastries and coffee was one of the most erotic experiences of my life. I was sorely tempted to take her back to our room and spend the day fucking her until there was no way my seed hadn’t taken root inside her. But as tempting as the idea was, I’d been looking forward to our day together, so I gritted my teeth while watching those

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blissful smiles and listening to her little mewls of pleasure. I was jealous of her fucking breakfast. When she was finally finished, I blew out a relieved breath. Any longer and I’d have dragged her to the ground so those looks and moans were the result of my cock buried in her pussy. I shook my head a little to clear it. I needed to get a fucking grip and rein in my thoughts. From the investigative work I’d had done and her comments over the last month, I learned many things about my girl. She’d always wanted to come to Paris—it was a literary lover’s dream—but she’d never admit to the hopeless romantic hiding beneath the calm and collected business woman. The first place I took her was Shakespeare & Company, one of the most famous bookstores in the world. Her face lit up and excitement thrummed through her as she wandered through the shelves.

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Eventually, I dragged her away and we made stops at the homes of several authors I’d heard her speak of or seen her read—Victor Hugo’s home, now museum, Ernest Hemmingway’s apartment, and Gertrude Stein and Alice B. Toklas' home. With every new place we visited, she beamed and glowed with excitement, talking non-stop. It was charming. As much of a turn on as it was to see her like this, a stronger set of emotions burned in my chest. I’d fallen for Madeleine the moment I’d first laid eyes on her, but I fell deeper and harder than I had expected. I vowed to fill her life with the things that put such expressions of joy on her face. As the day turned to evening, I took her to a small, simple Italian café, La Campanina. The restaurant faced broad steps leading up to the majestic, Saint-Étienne-du-Mont. By the time we were finished eating, the sun had completely set and the moon reflected

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off the round cobblestones of the street. I stopped her in front of the building and waited, watching as she contemplated the view. When recognition settled over her features, her hands flew to her mouth and she began to bounce on her toes. She looked up at me, her eyes bright with excitement, and I couldn’t help but grin at her in response. “That’s—that’s the steps!” I nodded and laughed when she bounded toward them. The large, stone stairs were the shooting location of her favorite movie, Midnight in Paris. Owen Wilson sat on these steps each night, waiting for the vintage Peugeot to whisk him back to the lost generation of writers' era. Joining her, she almost knocked me down when she threw herself into my arms and locked our lips together. I was holding on by a thread and my mind started cataloging a list of places where I could discreetly

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fuck her on the way to our last stop; I wasn’t sure I’d be able to wait until we reached the hotel. Madeleine was the first to pull back and end the kiss. She touched her fingers to her swollen lips and studied me, confusion clouding her eyes. “I don’t know why I did that. Sorry.” Her apology pissed me off. I grasped her arms and slammed her body up against mine. “Because you’re mine, Madeleine. And even though you’re fighting it as hard as you can, we both know it’s true.” I dropped my hands quickly and stepped back, knowing I was right on the edge. If I kept touching her, I’d drag her to the nearest dark corner and prove it. She shook her head a little and stepped back further, her walls slowly building up again. I decided to let it go for the moment, but I’d be saying and doing a lot about the subject when we returned to our hotel. We still had one more stop to make, so I silently held

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my hand out. She looked between my outstretched hand and my face a few times, searching for who the fuck knows what. Eventually, she placed her palm atop mine and I laced our fingers together. I hailed a cab and gave him our destination in flawless French, wanting to surprise her. He drove us up to the riverfront and dropped us at the mouth of a bridge crossing over the Seine. Guiding her to the center of the structure, we stopped to take in our surroundings. It was then Madeleine noticed the lattice, wrought iron railings. They were covered by thin sheets of transparent plexiglass, but still recognizable. “This is in the movie, too,” she whispered with awe. “It’s a ‘lovelock’ bridge. They used to be covered in a multicolored sea of padlocks.”

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“Yes,” I agreed. “The locks were placed by sweethearts, the keys thrown away to symbolize an unbreakable bond.” Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out the Cartier box I’d held onto all evening. I flicked open the lid so Madeleine could see the white gold and diamond bracelet inside. Nestled in the box next to it was a white gold screwdriver, which would let me lock the bracelet in place on her wrist. It wasn’t the most expensive piece of jewelry I planned to buy her, but I couldn’t resist the idea of a piece that was under my control. She reared back suddenly and dropped my hand, her gaze darting around wildly, as though looking for an escape. “Madeleine, come here,” I demanded. She shook her head again, backing up a few more steps. “An unbreakable love, Caleb. Those locks represented an unbreakable love.”

Chapter 8 Madeleine Caleb took one step toward me and I held my hands up to ward him off. I shook my head as I tried to understand what he could possibly have been thinking to bring me here, of all places. There was no way a playboy like him could understand the depth of meaning behind those locks—the level of commitment they represented to the couples who had placed them on the bridge for years. So many couples, the city had to finally remove the locks and cover the wrought iron crisscrossing the bridge because it couldn’t handle the weight of them all.

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This wasn’t some mere imaginary place from the movies I loved to watch. It was real. As true as the emotions the men and women who’d stood here before us had felt for each other. As pure as the love my parents still felt for each other. The same connection they’d felt when they visited Paris and placed a lock of their own onto this very same bridge years ago. The same love I saw every day between the two of them and wanted for myself. The reason I was fighting so hard to save the business my father had almost killed himself to keep afloat. Unlike the day I’d spent with Caleb, wearing rose-colored glasses as he showed me the most romantic spots in the city I’d dreamed of visiting. Today wasn’t real. It couldn’t be. Not when it was the stuff of my fantasies. I’d spent it doing all the things I’d imagined and it had been better than I’d expected because I’d been with Caleb—with the man who held the fate of my father’s

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business in his hands. He wasn’t just the man who’d fucked me senseless after sweeping me onto his plane. I needed to remember he was a ruthless businessman and notorious playboy. It was beyond belief to expect he would view our day together the same way I did. For all I knew, today’s trip was one he’d done many times before as he romanced whichever woman he found himself with while in Paris. A day that ended with a token of his appreciation like the gorgeous bracelet he was holding. The thought of him spending days like this with his past lovers and doing so again with other women in the future almost brought me to my knees. My head swiveled and I caught sight of a cab at the end of the bridge, a couple exiting it hand in hand. I didn’t give myself time to reconsider as I turned on my heel and raced for the cab. “Madeleine!” Caleb roared behind me.

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I heard the sound of his footsteps getting closer as his longer stride began to eat up the distance between us. The woman who’d just left the cab turned at the sound of Caleb’s yell. Her eyes locked with mine before jerking to look over my shoulder. She muttered something to the man standing with her and he stepped to the side as she held the door open, her head dipped low as she spoke to the cab driver. When I dove into the back seat, the door slammed behind me and the cab raced off. Through the rear window, I saw the stranger holding Caleb back. Tears tracked down my cheeks as I watched until I could no longer see him in the distance. I heard the cab driver’s voice and realized he was asking me a question. I’d never learned more than a few passing phrases in French and couldn’t understand what he was saying. “Parlez-vous Anglais?”

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“Yes, English,” he replied, and I breathed a sigh of relief. “Where would you like to go?” “The airport, please,” I whispered, and then dug into my purse to make sure Caleb had returned my passport. My fingers clenched around it when I found it. “How long will it take to get there?” “If traffic is light, less than an hour.” I pulled my cell phone from my purse, turning off the ringer as it started to chime. Caleb’s name flashed on the screen and a part of me was tempted to take the call and listen to whatever explanation he would give, but I ruthlessly reached for the colder side of my personality and jabbed the red button to decline the call. I needed time to think and I couldn’t do that anywhere near Caleb. Being around him made me lose my mind and act completely out of character. I couldn’t afford to do that right now. Not when my father’s company was on the line...and my heart. If I

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were one hundred percent honest with myself, I wasn’t sure which I was more scared of losing. *** By the time I’d arrived at the airport, I was already booked on a flight. The power of technology, since I’d been able to book it on my phone during the drive. It was a good thing, too. It had been departing in a little more than an hour and I’d only managed to make the plane because I’d pled a family emergency. My lack of luggage and a short time in the country had supported my claim. One of the security guards had called for a cart to take me to the gate. French men were so gallant. If I’d been in the states, I would have never made the flight because nobody would have offered to help. I didn’t wait for takeoff to ask the flight attendant for a glass of champagne. She wasn’t supposed to serve me yet, but being in

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first class had its perks. That, and the sympathetic look in her eye, which told me I looked like I’d been through the mill. And I had—an emotional one. Three hours and a bottle later, we were over the middle of the Atlantic Ocean and all the other first class passengers were sound asleep. “Can I get you anything?” the flight attendant asked. “Maybe some water or coffee?” “How about a lobotomy? Or a time machine?” I quipped. “Or maybe you can talk the pilot into turning the plane around?” She glanced around the cabin and then sat down in the seat next to me. “That bad, huh?” “Epically awful,” I sighed. She patted my hand gently. “The way you were gulping down champagne while crying, I figured it wasn’t good. Man trouble?” “How’d you guess?” I asked, eyeing her blearily.

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“What other kind of trouble is there? What did he do to make you go running from Paris?” I chuckled darkly before a sob erupted from my chest. “He gave me the best sex of my entire life before taking me sightseeing to all the places I’ve ever wanted to see. And then he tried to give me a Cartier bracelet.” “Yeah, I hate when that happens.” Sarcasm was thick in her tone. “Did I forget to mention he’s a gorgeous billionaire who saved my family’s company? And that he flew me to Paris on his private jet?” “You skipped a part, right? Is he horribly abusive? Stinks to high heaven? Wants you to suck his toes?” she asked. “Because the guy you just described sounds like every woman’s dream man. Hell, now I want to ask the pilot to turn the plane around so I can go find him and mend his broken heart.”

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“Broken heart,” I repeated, mumbling under my breath. I placed my hand on my chest, feeling my heart race, and suddenly, I knew exactly why I’d run from Caleb. “I left him because I was afraid he was going to break my heart. Because, somehow, the unthinkable has happened and I’m in love with him. And I didn’t realize it until just now. God, for a Harvard grad, I’m so incredibly stupid.” “The good news is you’ve figured it out. That’s the first step. And lucky for you, our airline allows cell phone usage in flight. It’s somewhat expensive, but you’ve got a billionaire boyfriend, so I think you can afford to dial his number.” “You’re a genius,” I breathed, leaning down to grab my purse and search for my cell. When I powered it on, it took a moment for me to connect to the plane’s service. Then, the notifications started. Twenty missed calls—all from Caleb. Ten text

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messages ranging from Where did you go? Are you okay? to You can’t run from me. There is nowhere you can hide that I won’t come for you, Madeleine. For the next four hours, I dialed Caleb’s number every thirty minutes. He never answered, and I couldn’t bring myself to leave him a voicemail. I didn’t know what to say. By the time we landed, I was a bundle of nerves. I didn’t want to go home. The silence would drive me crazy. After I made it through customs and grabbed a cab, I headed straight to work. It felt surreal walking into my office, knowing Caleb was in another country. Since he’d moved my company into his offices, not a single workday had gone by where I’d been here without him. Thinking back, there also hadn’t been a weekend where I hadn’t seen him. In a short time, Caleb had managed to force his way into all parts of my life. I didn’t know what I would do if he walked away,

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even though I’d given him every reason to do so by leaving him in Paris the way I had. And he wasn’t answering my phone calls or texts, which was only fair since I hadn’t answered any of his before I got on the plane last night. I’d tossed my coat over a chair and dropped my purse onto the corner of my desk when I heard a soft tap at the door. “Come in,” I called without turning to see who it was. Something I quickly regretted when I heard Julie’s voice. “I thought you were in Paris with Caleb.” Sitting down in my chair, I swiveled around and looked up at her, catching the satisfied gleam in her eyes before she hid it. “I was. Now I’m back.” “Only you? Caleb didn’t return as well?” “Yes, Julie,” I sighed. “I traveled home without Caleb.” “If Caleb asked you to leave Paris, then maybe you should listen to the message he was trying to send you.” Julie’s tone was

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snarky. “Some women are so ignorant when it comes to men. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had to assure a scorned lover their relationship with Caleb was over.” “I thought I told you to call me Mr. Sterling,” Caleb growled from the doorway. I wasn’t sure how long he’d been standing there, but the death glare he was sending Julie’s way indicated it had been long enough for him to hear most of what she’d said. Julie took a step toward him, a sickeningly sweet smile on her face. “I’m so sorry—” “You know what?” he interrupted her. “Never mind. It doesn’t matter. You’re fired. I wanted to wait until I found a replacement, but there’s no way in hell I’m going to allow you to disrespect Madeleine like this. Not after I’ve already warned you about it. And especially not when she could be carrying my child.”

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“Child?” Julie gasped, which was more than I could say. My shock at his statement kept me silent. “Pack your stuff and get the hell out of here. I’ll call human resources to let them know you’ve been let go for insubordination, without a letter of recommendation.” “But,” she whispered. Caleb wasn’t having any of it. He strode forward, wrapped his hand around her upper arm, and moved her out of the office before slamming the door shut. When he turned to face me, the force of his glare knocked me out of my stupor. After what had happened over the last couple days, there were a million questions I wanted to ask, so much we needed to discuss, but there was only one I could think of at the moment. “Why in the world would you tell her I could be pregnant?” I asked while standing up to face him on a more even level.

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Caleb practically growled his response. “Because I’ve fucked you bare about a dozen times in the last two days, filling you with as much of my come as I possibly could in hopes that you would be.” My knees weakened and I fell back into my chair. We’d never even had a discussion about being clean, and I’d been in such a sensual fog, I hadn’t thought about insisting he wore a condom. But never in a million years would I have considered he was doing it on purpose in the hopes of knocking me up, something that wasn’t even possible. As stupid as I’d been behaving around him, I wasn’t that much of an idiot. “Caleb, there’s no way I’m pregnant. I’m on birth control.”

Chapter 9 Caleb On some level, I knew I should have felt guilty, but I didn’t. I couldn’t find it in myself to regret doing everything in my power to keep Madeleine, to start our family, to begin living our forever. As if that wasn’t enough, there wasn’t room for guilt because anger consumed me. We would get around to discussing what happened in Paris, but first, I was going to lay my cards on the table and be honest about trying to get her pregnant. There wasn’t anything she could do to get me off that path. I rounded Madeleine’s desk and leaned down to place my palms on the armrests,

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caging her in. My face was inches from hers, forcing her to tilt her head back, unable to avoid meeting my hard gaze. “No, Madeleine, you’re not,” I gritted out. “You missed your doctor’s appointment. Your body is ripe and ready for me to plant our kid inside you. Make no mistake, baby, if I haven’t already, I will have you pregnant as soon as humanly possible. And,” my voice hardened, along with my cock as I imagine her naked body with a rounded belly, “you can expect to stay that way for a while.” Madeleine’s eyes widened in shock as I spoke, but at that last statement, they narrowed and lit with fire. She braced her hands on my chest and shoved with all of her strength, but I didn’t budge. Not even an inch. “I can’t believe you!” she yelled. “Get the hell away from me, Caleb.” “That’s never going to happen, Madeleine.” I removed my hands from the

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sides of the chair and slowly slid them up her arms to cradle her face. I craved her with everything I was, and my body was aching with need, my cock desperate to be inside her. “When are you going to stop fighting? You know you belong to me.” I stared into her deep green eyes and watched the play of emotions, ranging from longing and sadness to fear and anger. Then, she shuttered them, her face becoming a blank mask. “Let me up, Caleb,” she demanded, poking me in the shoulder. I sighed and stood, backing away slightly and giving her room to follow. Once on her feet, she took a deep breath, drawing my eyes to her tits as they rose and fell. Fuck, I was hanging on by a thread, an inch away from bending her over the desk and making her scream my name. “Caleb,” her voice drew my eyes back up to her face, “I want out.”

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“Excuse me?” My tone was deadly, a warning. “The—the clause,” she stuttered. “I want to use the penalty clause. Spend a night with you.” Her words brought a rush of desire so intense, I nearly lost my balance as images of her under my complete control danced in my vision. She wanted to use the penalty clause? Perfect. She obviously wasn’t ready for me to convince her with words of love. She wasn’t ready to admit she was wearing deliberate blinders when it came to examining her feelings for me. She had no idea what she agreed to—no idea she was about to be laid bare before me, literally and figuratively. What I had planned required the ultimate trust, and for Madeleine, that kind of faith was built on love. A small part of me—okay, not that small—was going to make her pay for running from me.

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“Go home. Get some rest and meet me at my house tomorrow night. Eight p.m.,” I said tersely as I walked out of her office. Just across the threshold, I turned back, grunting, “Don’t be late.” Her arms were wrapped around her body and her eyes tightly closed as silent tears streaked down her face. I wanted to cross back and take her in my arms, to comfort her and care for her, but I needed to stay my course. If this didn’t work, I was going to kidnap her ass, take her to a deserted island, and keep her all to myself. The thought was intriguing...let’s call that plan B. *** At seven fifty-eight, the doorman rang to tell me Madeleine had arrived. I’d collected all of the items for tonight, put them in a duffle bag so they wouldn’t overwhelm her all at once, and tossed it into my bedroom on my way to the front door.

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Madeleine stood on the other side, her head held high, back straight, but her eyes were filled with trepidation. I loved her strength; it was one of the sexiest things about her. However, it was the thought of her submission that had my body practically vibrating with desire. I’d changed into a pair of low-hanging, silk lounge pants, foregoing a shirt and shoes. Biting back a smile, I didn’t miss her head to toe perusal of my body, or the hitch in her breath when she got to the V of my abs and the visible erection beneath. I swept my hand in, encouraging her to enter. She marched past me and my eyes glued themselves to her sinful ass. I shut and locked the door, then followed to find her standing in the open living room of my penthouse apartment. She stood rigid, her arms straight and hands fisted at her side. Walking up behind her, I gently grasped her shoulders and pulled her back against

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my chest. “Baby, relax,” I whispered, burying my face in her thick curls. “You have to trust me. You should know I will never hurt you.” Her muscles released a small amount of tension and I placed a soft kiss just below her ear, encouraged by her shivering response. “Beyond your limits,” I clarified softly. Letting go of her shoulders, I didn’t wait for a response. Instead, I led her to an area in front of a large fireplace where flames burned brightly. I’d left a glass of wine on the low, glossy wood table. I reached for it and handed it to her. “Drink,” I instructed. She gave me a stubborn look and I raised an eyebrow, silently reminding her who was in charge. She huffed, but brought the wine to her lips. The long line of her throat as she swallowed and the press of her lips on the crystal captivated me. I stifled a groan, anxious to have those plump lips wrapped around my cock, swallowing—no, there would be no swallowing

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until she was pregnant. I wasn’t about to waste a single drop. When the glass was empty, she looked around, presumably for where she should put it. “Leave it,” I said. She set the glass down and when I held my hand out, she took it without a word. I loved the sound of her voice, but her silence meant she would listen, which was vital. She needed to follow my directions very closely tonight. The bedroom beckoned and I guided her to it. The room was dominated by a kingsized bed, specifically bared, with the exception of soft, Egyptian cotton sheets. We stopped beside it and I turned her to face me, lifting her chin with a finger. “I’m in charge tonight.” I phrased it as a statement, but waited for her to nod her agreement. “It’s crucial that you do as I say. I said I’d never hurt you beyond your limits, but I’m going to push those limits.” Fear began to

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cloud her eyes, so I quickly added, “I will always stop if you ask me to.” Again, she nodded. “You will not speak unless I give you permission, with one exception. I need you to choose a word, if you say that word, I will stop.” Madeleine’s jade pools bored into me with a captivating intensity. “Paris,” she mumbled. Her choice curved my lips up in a soft smile and I pulled her into my arms, laying my forehead against hers. “Paris?” I confirmed. She leaned her head back and lifted a challenging eyebrow. I sighed. “Don’t play games, Madeleine. I asked a question, answer it,” I said, following my mandate with a swat on her ass. “Yes,” she snapped, “Paris.” “Good girl.” Dropping my arms, I backed away from her and crossed them over my chest. “Undress.”

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She did as she was told and with every bared inch of creamy, peach skin, my excitement grew. This night was inevitable. Whether she’d used the clause or not, we would have ended up here eventually, but watching her strip and knowing what was coming, I found myself glad I didn’t have to wait. Once she was naked, I retrieved my bag from the floor and set it on the bed. There were several coils of soft, cotton rope and I removed them, leaving the rest of the contents for later. Her attention focused on the cord in my hands and she bit her bottom lip, betraying her nerves. “Madeleine,” I waited for her to lock our gazes, “eyes on me. I need to see your face. Do you understand?” She nodded and I swiftly gripped her chin, squeezing just enough to assert my control. “When I ask you a question, you will answer with words.”

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“Yes, I understand.” “Good. I promise to explain everything as we go.” For the first time that night, I brushed my lips across hers. “I will take care of you. I’ll always take care of you.” I’d spent a lot of years working my way through the beautiful women of Manhattan and experimenting with different methods of sex and pleasure. I’d eventually discovered Kinbaku, a specialty rope bondage also referred to as Shibari. The intricacies of the knots and level of control held by the rigger fascinated me and I’d taken classes to become a rope master. I started with breast bondage, tying a rope around Madeleine’s mouthwatering tits in an intricate and decorative pattern, leaving the globes bare. I spoke as I worked, detailing what I was doing and checking her comfort level while running my fingers underneath the wrap of rope to even the tension and adjust. I wasn’t surprised to see

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growing interest in her expression as I worked, the chemistry between us burning hotter than ever before. Next, I fashioned a crotch rope. Careful to avoid pressure on her stomach, I wrapped the rope around her hips, tied it in front, and then fed it between her legs, making sure it rested snugly between the lips of her pussy. My fingers came away wet and I knew I’d been correct in my belief that Madeleine would be aroused by my fetish. Securing her elbows and wrists behind her, I looped the rope from between her thighs and fed it into a slipknot at her wrists. Inspecting the tensions, I tugged on it, knowing the threads would rub her clit, and was rewarded with a gasp. Checking to make sure she was immobile, I increased the pressure until she was panting heavily, then stopped. She released a small whimper in protest, but didn’t speak. I stood behind her and slid my hands around

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her waist and up her chest, until each palm was overflowing with one of her tits. I clutched each mound tightly, soaking in her little mewls of pleasure. Her nipples were already hard and they scraped along my skin as I dragged my hands away. Then I started toying with each pink peak. I worked them into diamond-hard points, twisting and plucking, and groaned when Madeleine’s quivering body pressed back into mine, her ass cradling my thick arousal. Satisfied her tits were sufficiently primed, I reached into the duffel and grabbed a silver chain with a clover shaped clasp at each end. I walked around to her front and kissed both sweet little buds before placing a clamp over each one. She hissed at the initial pain and I hesitated, waiting to see her reaction before continuing. Curiosity seemed to get the better of her because she stayed silent.

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I stood back a moment and admired her gorgeous body, a masterpiece of skin and intricate knots, all intended for pleasure. Licking my lips, I contemplated where to start. I dipped a finger underneath the chain of the nipple clamps and claimed her mouth in a deep kiss. A tug tightened the tension on the clamps and she cried out, her parted lips giving me the opportunity to plunge my tongue inside. I lost myself in her kisses for a few moments before pulling back. “Kneel on the bed,” I instructed. I helped her climb up and quickly rid myself of my clothing before taking position behind her. One of my hands slid into her unbound hair and I tugged on it as the other used the rope to stimulate her clit. Her loud moan mixed with the beauty of her submissive positioning and my ropes binding her had my cock standing straight up, hard and pulsing. With every cry, I had to work not to come, to

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hold back for when I was ready to sink into her soaking wet pussy. I worked her with the rope, my hands on her skin, the nipple clamps, and firm tugs on her hair. Her moans became screams and I knew she was getting close, so I softened my movements, until her writhing became a quiver. “Don’t stop!” she yelled. I’d been holding off for the right moment. I spanked one tight ass cheek, causing a ripple through her skin and stimulating the whole area. “Did I tell you to speak?” I asked gruffly. She shook her head frantically. Another slap, this one leaving a red handprint on her lily white cheek. The sight had pre-come dripping steadily from my dick. “Apologize,” I demanded with another harsh slap on the opposite cheek. “Fuck! I’m sorry!” I soothed the stinging skin with gentle rubs, but not for long. I began to work her

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again, bringing her to the brink of orgasm over and over, but never letting her peak. Tears of frustration started to leak from her eyes, yet she still screamed with passion. Dipping my head into the crook of her neck, I bit her earlobe on the way down, and whispered, “You shouldn’t have fucking run from me, baby.” I licked and sucked her neck, coiling the end of the rope and putting constant pressure on her clit. Her heart was beating so hard, I could feel it where my lips pressed to her skin. “Say you’re sorry, baby.” She whimpered an apology and I tightened the rope a little more. “Are you going to run from me again?” I growled, adding three hard spanks to her ass. Her head whipped from side to side without a sound. Smack! “Words!” Smack! “Are you going to run?”

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Smack! “No!” I pulled the rope tight and tugged hard on the clamps. “Who do you belong to, Madeleine?” “You! I belong to you!” I still wasn’t satisfied. “Who?” “Oh my—you, Caleb! I fucking belong to you!” Hearing her say my name brought a rush of desire that would have brought me to my knees, had I not already been kneeling. I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer, so I repeated the pull and tug while I sunk my teeth into the delicate skin of her neck. She splintered apart, screaming my name.

Chapter 10 Madeleine “Caleb!” I screamed, my voice raspy from overuse. Spasms racked my body as I was thrown over the cliff he’d been holding me from all night long. My vision grayed and I was lost in a sea of pleasure so intense, I didn’t know if I’d ever recover. Without Caleb holding onto the ropes binding me, I would have melted into a puddle on the mattress. “Breathe, baby.” Caleb’s reminder in my ear had me gasping for breath. He’d taken me so far beyond anything I’d experienced, I’d actually forgotten to breathe.

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When I started to relax again, Caleb lowered me onto the mattress. He tugged lightly on the chain running between my nipples and a deep moan crept up my throat. “This is going to sting a bit,” he warned as he wrapped his thumb and forefinger around one nipple. With his other hand, he gripped the top of the clamp and slowly squeezed until it loosened and he could lift it off. The sudden freedom was intense as my throbbing flesh expanded. “Argh,” I moaned, the bite of pain unexpected even with his warning. “I know it hurts, baby, but I need to get them off. As pretty as your nipples look clamped, they can’t stay on any longer.” I gritted my teeth as he worked his magic on the other side, breathing in sharply as the blood rushed into my nipple. Then his hands slowly unwound the ropes from my body, soothing my skin along the way. His mouth trailed after his hands, nibbling a path along

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my skin. Oddly enough, I missed the constriction of the rope as soon as it was loosened. Once every inch of my skin was bared to him again, he stepped back and watched me with a considering gaze. “My Madeleine likes my rope, doesn’t she?” “Yes,” I whisper, my voice quivering as I realized how much of an understatement it was. I didn’t just like what Caleb had done to my body, I loved it. “I’m going to have you bound and begging for me in a moment,” he promised as he bent over and grabbed a coil of red rope out of his duffel bag. “I’m changing to silk, because you won’t be able to stop yourself from pulling against the ropes. This one won’t slide against your skin quite as much.” He adjusted my body so I was lying in the middle of the bed. Once he had me settled to his satisfaction, he made quick work of tying my wrists to either side of the headboard,

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then ran his hands down the inside of my arms, over my chest, to my hips. “Spread your legs for me, baby.” I was completely under his spell and didn’t think twice. My legs fell open and his hand trailed down my inner thigh and calf until it was wrapped around my ankle. He dropped a kiss to my instep before winding the silken bond around my ankle and tying it to the footboard, then he moved to the other leg and did the same, leaving me vulnerable and exposed—entirely dependent on him. “You were beautiful before, but you’re fucking magnificent like this, Madeleine. The trust you’re showing me right now means more than you’ll ever know, baby. I’m going to reward you for that trust.” And he did reward me. With his lips and his hands. His teeth and his fingers. He didn’t leave an inch of my skin untouched. He nipped and sucked, leaving love marks all over my body. Then he kissed and licked,

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soothing each and every reddened spot. It was slow. Thorough. And incredibly arousing. Each time I strained against the ropes, I was reminded of who was in control here. Caleb. Not me. Him. For years, I’d held myself away from others, but there was no way to hold myself back from Caleb. He didn’t leave me anywhere to hide. I was his to do with as he pleased, and he laid me bare—physically and emotionally. When he finally lined his cock up to my entrance and slid inside, I was mindless with pleasure. My back arched from the bed as I jerked against the ropes with all my might, determined to bring him as deep as he could get. “Caleb,” I gasped. “Open your eyes and look at me, baby. Watch me as I take you.” My eyes jolted open at his command. I did as he asked, watching the play of his muscles as he hammered into me. His eyes

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were on me as he fucked me hard and rough, his hands clenched in the sheets on either side of me while his body covered mine. My body jerked with each of his thrusts, held immobile by the ropes as I took what he gave me and reveled in it. I felt my orgasm building inside me, enormous and powerful in its strength. “Come for me,” Caleb rasped, his fingers grazing my clit and sending me over the edge. I cried out as my pussy clenched around his dick. My eyes locked with his as he continued to pound inside me and I watched in fascination when his head snapped back and he growled low in his throat. Once. Twice. Three more thrusts and he planted himself deep, holding still while he came for me. Came inside me, unprotected—something I’d avoided thinking about since he told me he made sure I missed my doctor’s appointment. The anger I’d felt at that moment was

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what had prompted me to tell him I wanted to use the out he’d given me in the contract. But now that I had, now that I was here, like this, with him, I couldn’t find it within myself to stay angry. What he’d done was totally crazy, insane even. And yet, the thought of being pregnant with his baby filled my heart with hope. When Caleb slid his cock from my body, he moved lower and placed a kiss over my navel, like he knew the turn my thoughts had taken. His lips tilted in a confident smile before he rolled off the bed and strode into the bathroom. He came back with a warm washcloth and gently cleaned between my legs. Once done, he went back to the bathroom. When he returned this time, he untied me, silence looming between us. Not a word was said as he tossed pillows onto the bed. There was no sound as he repositioned my body, covered me with a sheet, slid in, and pulled

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me into his arms. I listened as his breath evened out, my heart racing frantically. “I love you.” The admission flew from my lips. I hadn’t intended to say the words, but now that I had, I didn’t regret them. Not even a little bit. “Finally,” he sighed. “I was beginning to think you’d never realize it, let alone tell me. Thought I might have to leave you tied to my bed forever so you couldn’t get away from me.” “Never? We’ve only been together a month, if I'm generous with the timeline. A few days, if we count by most people’s standards. Besides, I already realized I loved you on the plane from Paris.” “Seven months,” he murmured against the skin of my neck. “By my count, we’ve been together for seven months.” Startled, I turned in his arms to peer up at his face. “We haven’t even known each other that long.”

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“I knew you were meant to be mine from the moment I saw you across the crowded ballroom at the children’s hospital fundraiser.” I thought back to what I remembered from that night. Caleb had been impossible to miss. Whenever he was at an event, he was the center of attention. We hadn’t been introduced, but I knew who he was—who didn’t? And I’d noticed more about him than I’d been willing to admit to myself at the time. “Weren’t you there with some blonde model or actress?” “Do I detect a hint of jealousy?” His smug grin and clear satisfaction were enough to make me want to smack his arm. “Although I like seeing this side of you, that night didn’t end well for the lady in question. She was sent home, alone, while I kept my eye on you all night to make sure you left the same way.” I laughed softly at the idea of this incredible man shadowing me around a ballroom,

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me none the wiser. “So, what you’re telling me is you’ve stalked me, swooped in to save my business, kidnapped me to Paris, taken complete control of my body, and done your best to get me pregnant with your child?” “I know you were pissed yesterday when I told you, but it worked, didn’t it?” He dropped a kiss onto the tip of my nose. “Now I’m a happy man because I’ve got you right where I want you.” Even after all that had passed, I felt uncertain about what the future would hold for Caleb and me, how I would fit into his life. I desperately needed to hear those three little words back from him. “And where is that exactly?” My voice was whisper soft, the words slurred in my exhaustion. I struggled to keep my eyes open, but lost the battle. I drifted off to sleep without knowing if he heard my question.

Chapter 11 Caleb The following morning, I woke before Madeleine and took the opportunity to soak up the sight of her naked body next to mine. Her face was soft and peaceful in sleep, glowing with the after-effects of the night before. I was determined to wake up to that sight every day from that moment on. Careful not to jostle her, I turned to my other side and opened the drawer of the small table by the bed. The morning before, I’d placed the little red leather box in there. I opened it and removed the white gold and diamond bracelet. Madeleine’s arm was lying palm down on the sheet, a little off to her

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side. It made it easy for me to release the catch and reattach it around her slender wrist. With a few twists of the accompanying white gold screwdriver, the bracelet was secured, unable to be removed without the tool. Cartier had designed this “key” to be hung on a thin chain that would keep it lying on my chest, near my heart. In essence, I held the key to her love. I shifted until I blanketed her with my body, using my forearms as leverage to hold myself up so I wouldn’t crush her. My mouth brushed tenderly across her lips, cheeks, eyelids, and nose. She gradually came awake, blinking as her eyes focused and she became coherent and aware of her surroundings. “Good morning, baby.” I nuzzled my face into her neck and smiled when she sighed contentedly. “Good morning,” she echoed, stretching and causing my body to sizzle.

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Reluctantly, I forced myself to get up then bent over and scooped her into my arms. “What are you doing?” she squeaked with surprise. “Getting you in the shower.” “It’s Sunday, Caleb!” “I’m aware. We’ve got somewhere to be.” I ordered breakfast while waiting for the shower to heat up. Tugging her into the glass enclosure, I made sure she was very, very clean everywhere...twice. Breakfast was delivered shortly and after the calories we had burned the night before, we were famished. When we were finally ready to head out, I laced my fingers through hers and led her to the elevator. We rode down to the garage where my silver Maserati was waiting for us. I managed to keep my plans a secret by taking a page out of Socrates’ book and answering her inquiries with questions of my own. As we left the city, she became even

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more curious and I had to resort to slipping my hand between her legs and giving her multiple orgasms. By the time we reached our first destination, I was in desperate need of release. We pulled into the driveway of a large, red brick, colonial house. The garage was around back and as I parked, I noticed no one else had arrived yet. Frantically, I unsnapped my and Madeleine’s seat belts and dragged her into my lap, her legs on either side of me. She glanced around nervously. “No one can see us, baby,” I assured her before nibbling on her bottom lip until her mouth opened and I tangled my tongue with hers. I sent thanks above for tinted windows as I whipped out my cock, shoved her panties aside, and slammed into her slick pussy. I groaned in absolute ecstasy at the heat of her surrounding me. “You’re so tight, baby. You feel like silk. Fuck! I need to taste

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your beautiful tits,” I panted. “Lift your shirt.” I continued to pump into her as she complied with my request. I dragged down the cup of her bra with my teeth and then latched onto the exposed nipple, sucking before blowing across it, making her shiver. Tingles started at the base of my spine, spreading to my balls, my orgasm approaching. I brought my hand to her wet pussy and pressed on her clit, swallowing her screams as she let go. I swiftly followed with one last deep thrust before I stilled, my come bursting from my cock and coating her insides. “Caleb,” she breathed, “that was incredible.” Burying my face in her neck, I chuckled in agreement. At the purr of another engine approaching, Madeleine scrambled back into her seat, hastily trying to right herself. I laughed and she glared at me. “There’s a towel in my gym bag behind my seat,” I told her as I tucked my semi-hard

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cock back into my pants. She didn’t say anything as she reached back to retrieve the towel. While she cleaned herself up, I got out of the car and walked around to the passenger side, helping her out when she was ready. A slender, young woman with long, dark, almost black, hair emerged from the other car. She had the high cheekbones of a model, small, black-rimmed glasses perched on her nose, and was wearing a two-thousand-dollar suit. I greeted her while sliding an arm around Madeleine’s waist. I felt her move in closer to my body and glanced down to see her eyeing the realtor with a possessive gleam. Her little display of jealousy had a grin splitting my face. The woman approached us with a broad smile and introduced herself as Elisa. I shook her hand. “Caleb Sterling.” We’d spoken over the phone, but hadn’t yet met. I tucked Madeleine even closer to my side.

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“This is my Madeleine,” I said, and kissed the top of her head. She smiled and gave her a small wave, then tilted her head back to look up at me. “What are we doing here?” Elisa spoke up. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Sterling, I thought you knew. I’m your realtor. Mr. Sterling set up an appointment to walk through this home.” Madeleine looked a little shell-shocked. “I’m not M—” I squeezed her, hard, indicating she shouldn’t finish her sentence. She threw me a dirty look, which I responded to with a wink. “Are you thinking of moving out of the city?” she asked. “Yes,” I replied. “My apartment isn’t going to work for much longer. “Oh.” Disappointment colored Madeleine’s tone. “You’d be over thirty minutes away from me.”

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Elisa shuffled uncomfortably. “I’ll go unlock the door,” she said and took off in the direction of the house. I took Madeleine’s chin in my fingers and lifted her face so I could look directly into her eyes. “No, baby. We would be thirty minutes from the city.” “What?” Her voice became a little shrill with alarm. “My apartment is large, but it’s only one bedroom, and I’d like a yard for our kids to play in.” Madeleine’s eyebrows lifted, practically disappearing into her hair, her eyes wide as she shook her head and tried to back up. “We aren’t ready to move in together!” she exclaimed. “I can’t—that’s crazy. We can’t do that.” “The hell we can’t,” I growled. “You agreed that you’re mine, you’re most likely carrying my baby, and we will be moving in together. Soon.” I was already contemplating

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how to make that happen in the next few days. She tried to back away, but I tucked her under my arm once again. “Just look at the place with me, please?” Ah-ha. The ‘please’ softened all of her features and she mumbled an agreement. I’d been researching homes for a few months and I was positive this was the one. We walked to the back door where Elisa was waiting to give us a tour. I kept a close eye on Madeleine and despite her efforts to remain unaffected, her excitement bled through. I watched her fall in love with the house and couldn’t keep the cocky smirk off my face. I’d been right. I knew she wouldn’t be able to resist it. This was our home. With a quick kiss on her lips, I left Madeleine in a room decorated as a nursery with a dreamy look on her face and met Elisa in the kitchen to sign the rest of the forms. I’d bought the house a week ago, but held

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back on the final closing paperwork until I brought Madeleine to see it. Once we left and were headed back to the city, Madeleine sat quietly for a few minutes. “What did you think?” I asked, breaking the silence. She sighed. “It’s perfect, Caleb. I honestly hope we can find something just like it when we’re ready to take that step.” I rolled my eyes, but chose not to engage in the argument that would surely ensue if I responded. Besides, I still had an ace up my sleeve. *** Monday morning, I asked Madeleine to give me some time to draw up a new contract. She agreed without much convincing. In fact, at the reminder of our nullified contract, a shadow passed over her face and her posture slumped with an air of defeated acceptance.

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Over the next two weeks, I was barely present at work, my mind always on other things. I’d ordered another piece of jewelry from Cartier for Madeleine and a lovelock item for myself. I counted the days until she could take a pregnancy test and fucked her relentlessly in case she wasn’t already pregnant. I brought her to work every day and took her home with me every night. When she tried to protest, telling me she needed to go home for her things, I waved it off and assured her it wasn’t necessary. The first night, I’d sent her assistant to her apartment to bring her clothes and a few necessities. After that, I had her bring a little more each time, and while Madeleine huffed with irritation at my high-handedness, she didn’t tell me to stop. True to my word, I had a new contract drawn up, but I was sure it wasn’t what she’d be expecting.

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At last, the day I’d been waiting for arrived, and just in time. I was about to lose my ever-loving mind. I didn’t want there to be any question, no false results, so I dragged Madeleine straight to the doctor. When we arrived, Madeleine made a beeline for the bathroom and lost her breakfast. I barely controlled the impulse to pump my fist in the air and scream, “Victory!” An hour later, we walked to our car, loaded with pamphlets and vitamins. I couldn’t stop smiling, my chest puffed up with pride as the caveman inside congratulated me on getting my woman knocked up.

Chapter 12 Madeleine Barefoot and pregnant. I could barely wrap my head around it. I was literally standing barefoot in the kitchen of the house Caleb had shown me a couple hours after finding out he’d successfully knocked me up. A house, it turned out, we owned. Not him. We. Because apparently, both our names were on the deed—the same deed resting on the counter between us and dated the same day he’d first brought me here. The one that referred to me as Madeleine Sterling. Nobody could ever accuse Caleb of moving slowly. When he wanted something, he moved at lightning speed to acquire it—even

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when the something he wanted was me. Only now that he had me, I felt like he was skipping some important steps. Namely, a proposal and telling me he loved me. And I wasn’t about to make the name on the deed my legal one unless he loved me. Being pregnant wasn’t enough. I wanted everything. Caleb peeked at me around the open refrigerator door. “Go upstairs and change into something more comfortable while I grab you a snack.” “I don’t have any clothes here,” I reminded him. “Sure you do,” he countered. “I had most of our personal items moved from the penthouse while we were at the doctor’s office. The movers were on standby just in case the results came back positive.” I should have been surprised by his answer, but nothing he did could shock me anymore. One thing did bother me, though.

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“What if the test came back negative? What would you have done then?” He dropped the food he’d pulled from the fridge on the counter and walked toward me. “I wanted to have this conversation after you’d changed and eaten, but from the look in your eye, I have a feeling you’re not going to let it go, are you?” “No,” I whispered. “I don’t think I am.” It might have been akin to cutting off my nose to spite my face since I was uncomfortable and hungry, but this conversation couldn’t wait any longer. “If you insist,” he murmured. He led me into the living room, settled me on the couch, then went to the foyer and lifted his briefcase from the table near the door. Rifling through it, he withdrew three items and put them on the coffee table in front of me. A stack of papers eerily similar to the ones I’d signed the night he’d called me into his office at our first meeting.

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A red leather box almost identical to the one that had held the Cartier bracelet currently on my wrist, only slightly smaller in size. And another jewelry box. This one was the signature robin-egg blue known for making women’s hearts race around the world. Mine was no exception. My eyes were glued to the blue box when Caleb sat down next to me. To my disappointment, it wasn’t the box he reached for first. Instead, he picked up the papers and dropped them in my lap. “You fulfilled the requirements in the penalty clause, effectively ending our business association.” I shivered at the reminder of the night I’d completely surrendered myself to him—an experience I hoped would happen again in the future. “Although I’m compelled to honor the terms of that agreement, I’d like to propose a new arrangement.”

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An arrangement? He wanted an arrangement between us? My heart fell at how business-like he sounded. I didn’t want an arranged marriage with Caleb. I wanted to marry him because I loved him, and I needed him to want me as his wife for the same reason. My fingers trembled as I picked up the papers and began to read the words printed on the first page. Prenuptial Agreement jumped out at me right away and my nerves settled slightly. Caleb was a wealthy man. As much as it might hurt to know he felt the need to protect his money, it would have been crazy for him to enter into a marriage without a prenup. I scanned the document quickly, my heart skipping a beat when I realized it wasn’t to keep me from his money, but a promise to make sure I was always well taken care of. It outlined the deposits to be placed into an account in my name upon our marriage,

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each anniversary, and for the birth of any children we would have. Millions upon millions of dollars he wanted to settle on me when I became his wife, on top of the money he’d already spent to save my family’s business. It wasn’t what I wanted, though. His money wasn’t what I needed from him. There was only one thing that would convince me to marry him, and I wasn’t going to find it on the pages in front of me. “I can’t do this,” I sighed. “What needs to be changed so you’ll feel comfortable signing it? My lawyers can have a new copy to us within the hour,” he offered. “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.

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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

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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.

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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.

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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.

Epilogue Caleb “Is 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.

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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.

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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

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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.

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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.

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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.

Contingency Plan Risque Contracts 2 Releasing February 18, 2016 A career ending knee 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

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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.

About the Author Hello! My name is Fiona Davenport and I’m a smutoholic. I’ve been reading raunchy romance novels since... well, forever and a day ago it seems. And now I get to write sexy stories and share them with others who are like me and enjoy their books on the steamier side. Fiona Davenport is my super-secret alias, which is kind of awesome since I’ve always wanted one. For all the STEAMY news about my upcoming releases... sign up for my mailing list! You can also connect with me online on Facebook or Twitter.

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