Contingency Plan
amazing,” I murmured.
    “Yeah.”
    I laughed softly at her simple response.
    Turning her around, I finished removing our clothes before sweeping her into my arms and walking toward the bedroom. A glowing fireplace lit the room. Scattered rose petals rested on the bed and floor, and a bottle of champagne chilled in a silver ice bucket.
    “Wow,” she breathed. “It’s beautiful.”
    Turned out, I didn’t need all the trappings to seduce her, but I still would have done it. I would do anything for her.

Chapter 8
Elisa
    W hen I woke up the next morning, my head felt fuzzy, like I’d had too much to drink. Only, I’d barely touched my scotch the night before and had stuck with water after that. I’d been over-served all right, but not by the bartender. I had Brysen to thank for the aches, pains, and bleary eyes. This wasn’t a hangover, it was an orgasmover—one I’d fully earned as an eager participant in Brysen’s seduction. All. Night. Long. What he’d started against the cold, hard glass of the living room windows, he’d finished in the soft, rose petal covered bed. Six times, by my last count.
    With the bright light of day shining through the bedroom window and Brysen’s arm flung over my stomach, it was hard to ignore the craziness of the situation I found myself in. He had been my client for three weeks, my fake boyfriend for one day, and my fake fiancé for a night. Or maybe he was my real fiancé now. He’d swept me off my feet so quickly, I wasn’t certain which way was up or where exactly I stood with him. The only things I knew for sure were I responded to him like I’d never done with any other man—physically, mentally, and maybe even emotionally—and I wanted the chance to explore where this was going.
    As I twisted in his arms and took in the masculine beauty spread out next to me, I knew I’d have to be insane to consider walking away from Brysen. For some crazy reason, he’d set his sights on me. For this weekend at least, I intended to take full advantage of the opportunity. Including a thorough exploration of his naked body—with my tongue. He’d raved about how much he enjoyed my taste, now was my chance to return the favor.
    Moving slowly, not wanting to wake him quite yet, I slid out from under his arm and trailed my fingers delicately over his collarbone before drifting down to his nipples. The puckered flesh called to me and I bent my head to blow on them gently. Brysen shifted on the bed with a low moan and I held my breath. When his eyes remained closed, I gave each of his nipples a quick lick and then continued down his body, licking and sucking along the way. I lightly swirled my tongue around his belly button, stopping when I felt the muscles tighten. I peeked up his body again, and this time, I found his eyes open and his gaze on me.
    “Morning, baby,” he rasped.
    “Morning,” I murmured against his skin, licking a path downward as I kept my eyes locked with his.
    When I reached his quickly hardening dick, I sucked the tip into my mouth and wrapped my tongue around the crown while I twisted my head side to side. His eyes darkening with desire, Brysen reached down and gathered my hair into his hands on either side of my head. Then he wrapped it around his fists, like a naughty set of pigtails while he watched me suck him off. His hips pumped in time with my movements and he groaned loudly each time he left my mouth.
    “Can you take me deeper?”
    I garbled a yes around his dick and he must have understood because his hold on my hair tightened as he took control of my motions. His erection grew bigger in my mouth at my sign of submission. I sucked harder as he thrust into my mouth until he bumped against the back of my throat and I swallowed reflexively. Brysen shuddered and his ass cheeks clenched under my fingertips. Holding him in place, I desperately wanted to drive him crazy. When I hummed around his hard flesh, the vibrations made him jerk against me.
    “Fuck,”

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