The Risque Contracts Series(29)

I’d joined a couple business ventures in the city, but was bored out of my mind, so I decided to take her advice. Maybe finding the right house, complete with a doting wife and baby, would assuage my restlessness. The thought almost had me laughing hysterically. I’m not sure I knew who I was at that moment, but it wasn’t the Brysen Mariano I’d been a year ago.

After seeing the house on the website, I immediately contacted the realtor and booked an appointment to walk through it. I hadn’t met her yet, but it didn’t matter much who showed me the house, as long as they were able to handle the sale. Another car was sitting inside one of the bays of the four-car garage, so I assumed she was already there.

Before I reached the first step, the door swung open and the gorgeous woman who greeted me struck me speechless. Her long, satiny hair was almost black, flowing down her back in waves. A pair of black-rimmed glasses perched on a cute nose sprinkled with light freckles surrounded dark, expressive eyes. Her lips, rose-colored, wide and full, inspired me to think of endless creative uses for them. She smiled and held out her hand. “Elisa Young. You must be Brysen Mariano.” Her voice was low and husky, the perfect pitch to scream my name. At that moment, I was immensely grateful to be wearing a loose pair of jeans.

Still unable to speak, I nodded and forced a smile on my face before taking her hand. A sizzle at the touch of our skin had both our eyes widening in shock. Elisa snatched her hand back and I had to fight the instinct to keep it firmly gripped in mine.

Suddenly, that image from before became real. The house was in front of me, the wife now had a face, and the baby...well, I’d get to that as soon as I had a ring on her elegant finger. I quickly gained my equilibrium and put my game face on.

“It’s great to finally meet you, Elisa.” Her name rolled off my tongue like smooth silk and I suppressed a gleeful smile when her beautiful brown eyes darkened a shade. “Thank you for taking the time to meet with me.”

She inclined her head in acknowledgment and stepped back to allow me entrance. After closing the door, she led me into a circular reception area and living room, then down a hall to the kitchen. Her hips swayed seductively and I didn’t even try to pry my gaze away from her sweetly rounded ass. Maybe I’d ask for a second appointment so I’d have more time to enjoy the view.

She guided me through the entire house, pointing out amenities along the way, but I wasn’t really listening—I already knew this was the house we were going to live in, but I kept that little fact to myself for the time being. I did, however, take every opportunity to touch her, little brushes here and there, touching her hand to gain her attention, anything subtle. I was insanely jealous of the purple wrap dress she was wearing, wishing I were in its place.

When the tour ended and we were back in the kitchen, I could see she was rattled. Her cheeks flushed and she avoided meeting my gaze. The little devil inside me planning her downfall right into my arms grinned.

However, I was running out of time with her and as much as I wanted to bang her over the head and drag her back to my cave, I knew that wasn’t the smartest play. I needed another option, I needed—“I’m not quite sure this is the right house, do you have any similar properties you could show me?” High five to the little devil.

Elisa’s face didn’t hide her thoughts and I saw the surprise flit across it. Maddie must have told her I was pretty set on this property. Then her eyes crinkled at the corners, pleasure peeking out. She wanted to see more of me too. Perfect, because I wasn’t going to wait long to make her mine.



Over the next few weeks, Elisa showed me several properties. At each one, I found something that wasn’t quite right, which meant another appointment. I’d even managed to sneak in a lunch with her twice. She was genuine, honest, and open; things that were rare in the women I usually met. Except when I discreetly tried to learn about her relationship status. I was pretty sure she was single, though.

I graduated from small touches to placing my hand on her lower back as I guided her through the restaurant, kissing her cheek when we parted, and toying with her incredible hair whenever possible. It was thick and perfect for wrapping around my fist, pulling it back while I fucked her from behind. Images like that had me constantly adjusting myself when we were together.

One Thursday evening, I was in the midst of one of my fantasies, involving handcuffs and all manner of treats to lick off her body, when we were disturbed by the shrill ring of her cell phone. We’d just finished touring a home, so I encouraged her to take the call. I shamelessly eavesdropped and a plan began to formulate. There went that little devil again, his crafty grin spreading wide, knowing this was the opportunity I’d been looking for.