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The Risque Contracts Series(5)

By:Fiona Davenport

When the meeting ended, Madeleine tried to pry my hand from her warm flesh in 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 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 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 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


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 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 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.