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“I told you I could make you forgive me,” he teased. His words were husky and his eyes held little humor. They were too filled with lust for anything else. He lined his hard cock up with my entrance and slammed into me with one hard thrust. “And if you weren’t already pregnant, I’ll do my best to get you that way this morning.”

“I love you.” I was swamped with emotion, and the words spilled from my lips. His eyes lit up as he thrust in and out. Over and over again until another climax started to build for me.

“I’m gonna come again,” I whimpered.

“Come for me,” he commanded. “Now! I don’t think I can hold on much longer.”

I tightened my legs around his waist. It only took a few more thrusts before I was going over the edge again, clenching against his cock and taking him with me. Both of us gasping for breath, he dropped onto the mattress beside me and pulled me into his arms. “You’ve made me so fucking happy, baby.”

“It’s only fair since you’ve done the same for me.”





Contingency Plan

Risqué Contracts 2

Fiona Davenport





Copyright


© 2016 Fiona Davenport

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Edited by Monica Black

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Contingency Plan


Risqué Contracts 2


A career-ending shoulder 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.

Warning: This book has a former football star who's ready to score a wife off the field. It's a quick and dirty read with a trip to snow-tipped mountains, but don't worry, it'll heat up your Kindle.

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





Dedication


This book is dedicated to readers who enjoy insta-love in smutty books as much as I do.





Chapter 1


Brysen


My life had always been about adrenaline, the high of winning, of being a champion. The women, the parties, the fame—I lived a fantasy. So what the hell was I doing looking at a house in a suburb of upstate New York?

Climbing out of my Lamborghini, the one thing I’d kept from my old life, I winced at the twinge in my shoulder and remembered the answer to my question. I’d severely injured it during the final game of the playoffs, thus ending my career in professional football. I sighed and ignored the ache as I approached the modern structure in front of me. The house was exactly what I was looking for: eight thousand square feet with five bedrooms, six baths, an indoor pool, gym, and over two acres of land. It had everything, and for the four million dollar price tag, it fucking should.

After I’d been injured, I’d called up my best friend, Maddie, who had moved to this neighborhood about a year ago when her husband, Caleb, had surprised her with a house after he’d knocked her up but before he proposed. She’d given me the information for her realtor and told me to move out of my condo in the city, buy a house, and “settle my ass down”. I’d never been one to wallow in what could have been. I was already focused on the future, but my vision didn’t include being tied down with a wife and kids. However, the few times I’d seen Maddie and Caleb with their daughter, Sadie, I’d felt a thread of envy.