The Risque Contracts Series(71)

When I couldn’t take anymore, I brought my hand down on her ass four times, tugging her hair with each slap. “Come for me, Charlotte!” I bellowed and with one last drive deep, I pulled her hair hard and reached around to slap her pussy, setting us both skyrocketing into oblivion.

I’d never come so hard and long in my entire life. I wouldn’t be surprised if that amount of come and the force with which it was shooting into her, made her birth control obsolete. Particularly with the way I felt Charlotte’s body taking every last drop. It was that fucking good.





Chapter 12


Charlotte


Gabe woke me a few hours later and made love to me gently. It had none of the frenzied urgency of the night before but left me just as satisfied. He was careful with me as he stroked into me lazily, like he had all the time in the world. And I guessed he did since I’d agreed to become his wife. After we’d both come, he’d drawn me a bath, carrying me into the bathroom and sitting in the tub with me while I let the hot water soothe the aches I still felt from my introduction into the rougher side of sex. When I started to drift off in his lap, he lifted me out of the tub, dried us both off and carried me back to bed, where we’d spent the rest of the night wrapped around each other as we slept.

I woke again in the morning to the sound of Gabe’s voice. ‘Wake up, sleepy head.”

“Too early.” My voice was muffled by the pillow I buried my face into. I didn’t have another final until tomorrow and I had no desire to wake up until after noon. I needed to make up all the sleep I’d lost the last two nights. A loss that was well worth the pleasure I’d received, but one which needed to be at least partially caught up on soon or else I’d become a cranky bitch. No amount of orgasms would stop it from happening. I was a person who needed her sleep. If I was going to marry Gabe, it was a lesson he needed to learn sooner rather than later. Wait a second.

I turned my head to the left and lifted my hand into my line of sight. There it was. The antique diamond ring Gabe had slid onto my finger last night. An engagement ring. I’d told Gabe I would marry him.

“We’re engaged.”

He rubbed the underside of my finger along the gold encircling it. “Your future hubby refuses to leave home without a goodbye kiss.”

My freak out stopped in its tracks while he claimed my lips. As always, I lost myself in his kiss and all thoughts flew out of my brain. But then they came rushing back in as soon as he walked out of the bedroom and I heard the front door close behind him. In the cold light of day, without Gabe around to fog my mind, my decision to accept his proposal seemed insane.

I needed advice, and there was only one person I went to when I wanted input into my decisions. I groped at the nightstand for my cell phone to call my sister.

“Morning,” she chirped. “How are finals going?”

“Easy peasy so far.” My voice cracked as tears filled my eyes.

“Then why do you sound like it’s the end of the world?”

“A lot has happened since I last saw you,” I sniffled.

“Today is Wednesday, Charlotte. I saw you on Sunday. How much could have happened in three days? Is this about the professor you were telling me about?” Her pitch got higher with each question. “Did he hurt you? Do I need to send Brysen over?”

“Not unless he wants to see my engagement ring before you do.”

Dead silence met my flippant remark. I could practically picture the stunned look on her face. “I’m sending a car for you.”

“I can drive over, you know.”

“Nope,” she shot back. “No way. No how. This calls for alcohol and you’re drinking with me.”

I glanced down at the screen of my phone. “It’s only nine o’clock in the morning and I have my last final tomorrow.”

“Too bad, so sad,” she sighed. “’Cause you’re coming over and you’re drinking bloody marys or mimosas with me. Depending on how the conversation goes, we may move on to the harder stuff at lunch. And don’t even try to tell me you’re going to study today because we both know you’ve been ready for your exams for weeks.”

I couldn’t really argue with her. Not when she was right. “Whatever. Give me an hour to get ready.”

“Just so long as you don’t fall back asleep, or else I’m going to come over and pull you out of your bed,” she threatened.

“Fine,” I grumbled, tossing the blankets off my body and apparently talking to myself as I heard three beeps letting me know the call had ended. Odds were good that Elisa was already on the phone with a car service. I climbed out of bed and headed into the bathroom to get ready because I didn’t have any time to waste. It was a good thing, too, because there was a call from the doorman to my cell phone fifty minutes later to let me know my car was here. When we pulled up in front of my sister’s home, she was waiting for me on the steps with a drink in each hand.