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.”
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, 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. For the last two weeks, I’d been hoping and praying he’d say the words I needed to hear—a confession of his love. I’d wanted it to come from his need to tell me how he felt for me, not because I’d asked him for them. It felt too much like begging for his affection. But the moment never happened and now I found myself considering a lifetime with him when I didn’t know if he felt the same. I was left with no choice.
“Why do you want to marry me, Caleb?”
His eyes widened and his head tilted in confusion. “Why do you think I want to marry you, Madeleine?”
“Do you love me?” I was horrified when my voice cracked at the end of my question as tears streamed down my face.
“Oh, baby,” he sighed, dropping to his knees on the floor in front of me and moving between my legs. There was no mistaking the depth of emotion shining in his eyes as he looked up at me. “Love isn’t a strong enough word for what I feel for you. From the first moment I saw you, I knew you were mine. The woman I was meant to marry. The mother of my children. The only person I’ve ever wanted to spend the rest of my life with. As impossible as it sounds, I think my love for you started then, and it’s grown each day since.”
“Really?” I gasped.
“Yes, Madeleine. I’m absolutely, irrevocably in love with you.” He reached for the blue jewelry box and flipped the lid open to display the oval diamond micromelee split shank ring nestled inside. My breath caught in my throat as he placed it on the tip of my finger. “Marry me.”
It wasn’t a question exactly, more of a statement of fact, but I still felt compelled to answer him. “Yes!”
“Damn straight,” he sighed, sliding the ring onto my finger before rising up to kiss me senseless.
In our enthusiasm, we’d knocked the papers off the table and I bent over to pick them up. It occurred to me I hadn’t seen any stipulations for divorce.
“Caleb, where is the penalty clause?” I asked, skimming through the legal jargon.
He lifted my chin so I was gazing into his endless blue eyes. “There isn’t one,” he stated firmly. “There is no getting out of this contract, Madeleine. This is forever.”
It wasn’t until I’d managed to catch my breath again while sitting on his lap that I remembered the other item on the table.
“What’s in that one?” I asked, pointing to the red leather box.
I was enchanted by the slight blush that stained his cheeks at my question. “I hope you don’t mind, but I took the liberty of picking out my own wedding band.” His fingers traced the gold and diamond bangle on my wrist. “I wanted a ring like your bracelet. One you’d be able to lock onto my finger because I never plan to take it off. Ever.”
“I don’t mind at all.” It was an understatement; I actually loved the idea. With his ring on my finger, his baby in my belly, his words of love ringing in my ears, and his bracelet locked onto my wrist, I looked forward to the moment when I would lock his wedding band onto his finger. Knowing Caleb, I figured I wouldn’t have long to wait.
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.
After giving birth to Sadie, her body had become a little curvier and it was sexy as hell. That didn’t mean I wasn’t panting after her during her whole pregnancy, though. Something about seeing her full with my baby was a complete turn on, and I was anxious to get her that way again.
Once I got to the bedroom, I saw her standing at the sink in the master bath, getting ready for bed. The little silk nightgown she was wearing had my cock growing hard and tenting my pajama pants. I walked up behind her, my erection cuddling against her ass, encircled her waist, my hands resting on her tummy and I kissed her neck. When a shiver ran down her body and I smiled into her hair, loving how responsive she was to me.
“I love you,” I mumbled against her skin, then licked and sucked the sensitive area, leaving goose bumps in my wake.
She smiled and turned her head for a kiss. “I love you, too.”
“Thank you,” I said as my lips lifted from hers.
“For what?”
“For loving me, marrying me, and giving me the most precious little baby girl.” I meant every word, but I was well aware of the effect they would have on her. As planned, she practically melted, her body going lax and snuggling into mine.
I’d been trying to convince her to have another baby for a few weeks and this time, I was determined to succeed. I figured it would be a good idea to gain her agreement before she ended up pregnant this time around. The woman never seemed to notice our lack of protection. I smirked to myself. I was just that good at what I did.
I rubbed her tummy. “I loved seeing this swollen with my baby.” My hands traveled up to cup her tits. “And seeing these full of milk.”
I dropped one hand down to cup her pussy. Oh, fuck—she wasn’t wearing underwear. Dipping a finger inside, I played with one of her nipples and groaned when I heard her breath catch.
I took my time, getting her hot and on the verge of begging to come. “I want to fill this pussy again, plant a baby, and see this gorgeous body grow from carrying our little one.”
“Sadie isn’t even six months old, Caleb,” she said, a stubborn glint in her eyes.
It was time to bring out the big guns. I slid to my knees, turned her so I could place little kisses on her stomach, and then rested my forehead there. “Please?” I pouted.
I looked up, and sure enough, I could see her determination wavering. I saved the “please” card and puppy dog eyes for rare occasions, and I followed them up by standing smoothly and sweeping her into a passionate kiss. Lifting her into my arms, I stalked to the bed and stripped us both before kissing, biting, and licking her body from head to toe. As I was about to bury myself inside her, I stopped. She mewled in protest, but I stared at her and asked one more time.
“I want to have another kid, baby. How about we make one?” I nudged her soaking wet pussy with the head of my cock and she whimpered with need.
“Yes,” she gasped, and I didn’t waste a moment. Thrusting into her, I fucked her until I was satisfied I’d accomplished my goal. We fell asleep tangled up together, with me still inside her.
Two weeks later, I woke to Madeleine sprinting out of bed and into the bathroom to empty her stomach.
I had a reputation for getting anything I went after. At that moment, I had it all.
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 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.
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