Free The Risqué Contracts Series by Fiona Davenport

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 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 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. “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.”
    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 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