Page 128 of Dangerous Contract: Part 1

His dad chuckled. “Are you becoming a househusband?”

Raz smiled. “I like the sound of that. I’ll be the househusband. She’ll be the housewife.”

“I don’t think that’s how it works. Who’s going to go out and make money, son?”

“I have enough money.”

“You can never have enough money or power. Never forget that.”

“Yes, sir,” Raz said, not wanting to debate the issue with his dad. His father’s words were part of the reason Raz was glad he’d met Monique.

Though his father was wealthy, he was still chasing money because he had nothing else to do. He had no one to care for at home. Raz now had a reason to slow down and enjoy life. He now knew that money wasn’t everything.

“I didn’t call to talk about this,” Raz informed his dad as the smell of coffee permeated the kitchen. “I want to meet this morning to discuss Bethany Tatum and her dad.”

“I’ve cleared my entire day for this. I even called and woke Cas up to fill him in.”

“What did he say?”

“He was upset that Mr. Tatum wouldn’t just take the money and fuck off. He was pissed because the bastard wants to connect our families.”

“Did you tell him that would never happen?”

“Of course. He said he’d be over after breakfast. I presume I can expect you then also.”

“Yes,” Orazio told his dad. “I’ll be there after breakfast.”

After ending the call with his dad, he prepared two cups of coffee, then returned to the bedroom, setting one cup on his nightstand and one on Monique’s. She stirred as he bent over and kissed her cheek, trying to wake her.

Her movements caused the sheet to slide down her body, revealing her naked curves to his hungry gaze. Yet, her eyes remained closed. Unable to help himself, Orazio trailed his fingers over her hip, sliding them up her side, along her ribcage, until she blinked open her eyes.

“Raz?” she murmured, her voice raspy with sleep. She tilted her head to meet his gaze, a slow smile curving her full lips. “Good morning,” she whispered, stretching into his touch.

Who needed the sun when a smile like hers existed? Lowering his head, he brushed his mouth over hers, his hand sliding higher, teasing the underside of her breast. Monique’s breath hitched when he rolled her nipple between his fingers.

Not to be outdone, she surprised him when she placed her hand against his abs. His gasp caressed her lips as her hand slid lower until her fingers were wrapped around his already hard cock.

A groan escaped him when her thumb trailed over his tip, causing his cock to jerk. He claimed her lips in a deep, hungry kiss, arousal spiking as she pumped his cock. Danger and desire warred within him, darkness and light, but Monique’s touch chased away the shadows that loomed.

In this moment, there was only warmth, pleasure, and the woman he was addicted to. The woman who had him very close to coming. Raising his lips from hers, he removed her hand from his cock before she had him coming all over her fingers and the side of the bed.

“I wasn’t done,” she groaned.

“Neither am I,” he told her, climbing onto the bed and nudging her thighs apart with his knee.

He slid his hand between her legs. She was already hot and wet for him, her eyes heavy-lidded with lust.

“I want you,” she whispered.

Her words sent arousal surging through him. She smiled, slow and sinful, and reached down to wrap her fingers around him again. He held himself completely still, watching her as she guided him into her soft, slick heat.

Orazio groaned, sinking deep with a single thrust. Monique cried out, her nails biting into his shoulders as he began to move in a hard, steady rhythm they both craved. The Tatums and their threats faded from his mind, eclipsed by the woman in his arms.

In this moment, she was his entire world. He fucked her fiercely until they were both crying out in pleasure, bodies shaking against each other. He fucked her until her orgasm tore through her, pulling him down with her, forcing him to release violently.

He shuddered on top of her, sweat beading his skin, breaths ragged. When they were finally able to move, the first thing she did was reach for her coffee. Raz climbed out of bed.

“Thank you for the coffee and the sex,” she said, smiling.

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