Page 40 of Dangerous Contract: Part 1

He shouted her name. She screamed his. Their bodies jerked as his seed spilled into her, and she creamed all over his dick. It was a long time before they caught their breaths. Heart racing, he pressed her against the shower wall with her breasts to the wall and his chest against her back.

With his cock seated against her ass, he sprinkled kisses across her shoulder as he waited for them both to catch their breaths.

He trailed kisses up her neck, then gently bit her earlobe before whispering, “You’re mine, Monique Rose.”

Eyes closed, she didn’t say anything. But there was a satisfied smile on her face. A smile he’d put there. They didn’t leave the shower until the water turned cold. They washed quickly again before exiting.

Raz took his time drying her off. And she returned the favor. While she relaxed in his bed, he contacted security and had one of the guards make a gift shop run for him. They didn’t have theexact items Monique needed, but she did choose a lotion, a gray head scarf, and a black and gray maxi dress.

At least, that was what she called it. Not knowing what she needed, he’d given the phone to her and allowed her to instruct security. After the items were delivered to the room, she retreated to the bathroom to lotion up and wrap her hair.

Clad in black boxers, Raz relaxed in bed, waiting for her to return. Color tinted the sky, peeking through the blinds. Soon, the sun would be in full view. Soon, they’d have to have the talk, and he’d have to tell her about the contract.

Monique returned to the room looking good enough to eat, again. Smiling, she modeled her black and gray dress for him.

“This is actually kind of cute,” she said. “And it has pockets.” She shoved her hands into the front pockets of the dress.

“It looks good on you,” he told her before patting the space on the bed next to him. “Now take it off and come to bed.”

Her gaze darted to the blinds. “But it’s morn...”

His forced yawn drowned out her words. “Let’s get some sleep,” he told her, trying to sound exhausted. Yawning was truly contagious. One escaped her.

“I guess I can take a nap,” she said.

More comfortable being naked around him now, she shrugged out of the dress and draped it over a chair, then returned to bed. She scooted closer to him. And when he wrapped his arm around her, she rested her head against his chest. It was a simple act, yet it made him feel warm inside. Either he had acid reflux, or he was falling hard for his Rose.

“Goodnight, Orazio,” she whispered.

“Goodnight, Rosa.”

She fell asleep almost instantly. Her light snores filled the room, bringing a smile to his face. However, it was a long while before he was able to doze off. He had too much on his mind.As he watched her sleep, he thought of how she’d react in the morning when she found out he wasn’t letting her go.

Would she still smile at him? Orazio sighed. Maybe she wouldn’t. But eventually, she’d smile for him again. He was sure of it. Another yawn escaped him as he closed his eyes. He didn’t even remember falling asleep.

But when he opened his eyes again, the room was full of light, and the woman he’d been dreaming about was exiting the bathroom, fully dressed. Panicking, Orazio slowly sat up, eyes never straying from her.

“You look beautiful, Rose.”

His compliment brought a smile to her face.

“You too,” she told him. “Even with your bed hair.”

Raz chuckled. Rubbing a hand through his tousled hair, he told her, “I don’t think anyone has ever called me beautiful before.”

“I’ll be the first,” she said, striding over to him.

She pressed a kiss to his forehead. His heart clenched.

She leaned back to stare into his eyes. “You’re beautiful, Orazio Cattaneo.”

Raz swallowed. His voice was low and heavy with emotion when he responded with, “Thank you, Monique Rose.”

“You’re welcome. Since I’m the first person to tell you that, you should definitely remember me after we part ways.”

His heart stopped. “Part ways?” he asked.

She nodded. “Yeah. You know, after I leave.”

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