Page 41 of Dangerous Contract: Part 1

“Leave?”

It was like she was speaking another language.

“Yes!” she said, smile fading. “I’m talking about after I go home. Which I’m getting ready to do.” She chuckled nervously. “What’s wrong with you? Are you still half asleep?”

Raz stood up. “Monique, we need to talk.”

“About what?” she asked, staring up at him with those big, innocent eyes.

“About... breakfast. I’d planned to treat you to breakfast in bed.”

The smile she gifted him was more powerful than the sun.

“I’d love breakfast in bed,” she told him.

Raz let out a sigh of relief. He’d gained himself another hour of her smiles. After breakfast, he’d show her the contract and lay down the terms for her. After breakfast, he’d tell her that she belonged to him.

And he had the receipt to prove it.

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MONIQUE

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Orazio insisted that she was overdressed for breakfast in bed.

After hearing those words, she hadn’t hesitated to shimmy out of her dress and hang it up in his closet. It was such a cute dress. From now on, whenever she wore it, she would think of him and their amazing night together.

With the morning light drifting into the room, Monique walked over to Orazio in nothing but her undergarments. Hours ago, she would’ve been too self-conscious to allow him to see herundressed with the lights on. Now, she took pride in the fact that she could make him almost spill orange juice on himself as he watched her walk.

“You missed your mouth,” she told him, unable to help herself.

She then winked at him as he wiped juice off his chin. His chuckle was sexy. Every damn thing about this man was sexy. She hated they had to part ways this morning.

“You do that to me, Rosa,” he told her as he sat his glass of OJ on the nightstand.

His deep voice, paired with the way he called her Rosa, sent a shiver across her body that traveled all the way to her clit. Never had a man had this much power over her flesh. All he had to do was look at her with those piercing eyes, and goosebumps popped up on her arms. Getting wet for her ex had been a chore. She was getting wet for Orazio right now, and all he’d done was call her Rosa.

“You ready to eat?” he asked.

Monique nodded and tried not to focus on his lips. She stared away from him to the two trays of food on the bed. Room service had delivered breakfast a few minutes ago. She climbed into bed beside him and stared at her pancakes, sausage, and scrambled eggs.

Normally, she’d cut her sausage up, mix it with her eggs, and then spread it across her pancake. Then she’d roll her pancake up like a fruit roll up and eat it that way. She had no intention of doing that in front of him.

So, she ate her food the way normal people did. She sighed after forking a bite of fluffy syrup-covered pancake into her mouth. It was delicious. Almost as delicious as the man beside her.

“It’s good, right?” he asked.

Not wanting to speak with her mouth full, she simply nodded. He stared down at his plate and then back at her.

“How can I return to eating regular food after tasting your sweet pussy?” he asked.

Monique stopped chewing. Had he just said what she thought he’d just said?

He sighed. “I think your pussy has ruined me. Now, all I want to taste is you. This breakfast doesn’t appeal to me at all.”

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