Contractual Obligation: The Contract (6 page)

Work called him away for the next few days, and dinner was pushed off. Maybe it was for the best. It gave him time to think, to clear his head. Did he want to get involved with her, did he want to marry her for his career, or did he want to be free to make his own choices?

The conversation they shared, the moments while he was away faded once he was back home. Work kept him busy, and he wasn’t as lonely with a full plate. He’d know when he saw her – know if he was still drawn to her in the same way.

Arranging to have dinner on the weekend, Michael decided to trust his gut, and see how he felt on seeing her. His thoughts were clouded with too many variables.

Natalie didn’t know what she wanted anymore. She wanted to spend time with Michael, but not as his wife, but simply as his girlfriend. This arrangement, this contract felt off. They kept trying to connect, but having that hanging over their heads was weird.

Yes, she’d signed the contract, yes, she’d follow through and take the job, but she wanted something real. She hadn’t felt this kind of chemistry in ages – and what if that stupid contract ruined things? It forced her hand, and the pressure of knowing they’d be locked into this overwhelmed her.

It was great if things worked out between them, but what happens if the chemistry fizzles, or they can’t stand to be around each other. He made it clear that monogamy wasn’t part of the deal, and the thought of getting involved with somebody with that sitting on the back burner turned her off.

She couldn’t get involved with others, she needed to look the part, and that meant looking like an adoring wife. Being seen with other people wouldn’t do, not that she had anybody in mind. She wanted this to work if she’d be stuck in the marriage – five years felt like forever.

On seeing him, she’d know – she’d have to trust her gut. It was all she could do at this point.

Natalie chose a short black skirt with sexy heels and a black camisole, layered by a lace sleeveless shirt. She’d give it one last shot tonight, and see how it went. If nothing happened, she’d take it as a sign that she needed to keep things platonic.

Michael dressed for their date, slipping on jeans and a white button-down. They’d decided to go to a small corner tavern that was known for their amazing fondue. He needed to make a decision, because this back and forth wasn’t working for him. They’d either move forward as a couple, or he’d keep things platonic.

Calling for a car, he went to pick up Natalie. On seeing her, his jaw dropped. She looked insanely hot, not that she didn’t always. She’d played up her sex appeal, and it more than made an impact.

“Wow, you look incredible,” he said, barely able to take his eyes off of her.

Natalie blushed, “Thank you,” she didn’t need to tell him what was on her mind, her outfit more than spoke for itself. She wanted a reaction, and she got it.

Michael stood unmoving. “There’s a car downstairs, and the fondue at Manny’s Pub is top notc
h, but I’m not sure I’m ready to leave.”

Natalie smiled, “You don’t want to show me off?” She teased, spinning for him.

“What I want to do is strip your clothes off and…”

Her grin told him what he needed.

“One second,” he said, dialing. “I won’t need the car to wait.” Hanging up, he turned to the girl before him.

One look, it took one look, and he couldn’t help himself. “I can’t wait any longer.”

Natalie swallowed hard, and then nodded.

Michael pulled her into his arms, unable to control his urges. His large hands rested on her lower back, and then slid lower
. Their mouths came together in a heated kiss. The scent of his cologne aroused her as the spiced cinnamon teased her.

Natalie felt safe in his strong arms and loved how powerful he was, his hands gripping her, knowing exactly what he wanted. One of his hands slid down the length of her short skirt, and played with the edge of the material, before sliding beneath it and resting on her bottom.
A finger crept along the elastic of her panties, and slipping below, Michael squeezed her bare flesh.

Natalie’s heart raced with excitement, her body tingling with electricity. His kisses were full of desire and need. His mouth moved from her lips to her neck. Tipping her head to the side, she let him have full access. Moving her hair aside, he traced kisses along the length of her neck, and then milked her skin,
pulling soft moans out of her.

His hands worked diligently as he kissed her, and were shifting the material of her skirt up over her hips. Natalie pulled back, looking at Michael, and started to unbutton his shirt, her gaze locked on his.

Each button undone revealed more of his muscular chest. She wanted to run her hands over his hard body, feel his shoulders, his arms, and that wall of muscle on his chest.

Michael’s hands were taking liberties, as they worked the elastic of her panties, and let them slip down to her ankles. Natalie stepped out of them, and kicked off her heels. She wouldn’t need them tonight.

“Your shirt,” he whispered. “Take it off.”

Natalie’s eyes never left Michael as she lifted the layered cami
sole and lace top up over her head. A satin black bra covered her breasts. Slipping her hands up behind her, Natalie unhooked it, letting it sag on her shoulders. Leaning forward, she dropped it off.

Lust and desire rushed through her body, as his eyes took her in, drinking her beauty.

Reaching down, he unzipped his jeans and slid out of them after stepping out of his shoes, standing in only his boxer briefs and socks. Peeling them off, he stood naked before her, his arousal obvious.

“Take me to bed,” she whispered.

Scooping her up, he carried her a few paces to the bed and laid her down gently. Climbing beside Natalie, Michael needed to taste her body, every bit of it. His lips led a trail of kisses from her collarbone to her breasts. He stopped only long enough to play with a nipple. It was pert and erect, and as he wrapped his lips around her, she arched her body, as small sighs escaped her.

Treasuring every
bit of her, Michael layered her skin with kisses and tender caresses. He was a generous lover, wanting to make sure her needs were met. His lips moved lower, and as he slipped between her legs, Natalie Cooper’s polite sighs turned to passionate moans.

Wrapping her legs around him, she couldn’t stop the wave of pleasure that rushed through her. “Oh, Michael,” she cried out.

He was desperate to enter her, to feel her, to be with her. He was more than ready. Climbing out of bed for just a moment, he grabbed a condom from his wallet.

“Let me,” she said, watching him. He was massive and hard for her, and tearing the foil packet, he stood before her, watching her roll the sheath on him.

Leaning back onto the bed, Michael entered her. Groaning at the warm sensation, the couple made love. Slipping his hands under her back, he rolled with her, pulling her on top. “I want to look at you,” he growled, as she moved with him.

He ache
d deep inside, and as the feeling built up, he knew he couldn’t hold back much longer. Looking up at Natalie, her body moving on him, her breasts swaying with each movement, her long hair framing her gorgeous face… before he could stop himself, the orgasm gripped him.

Michael moaned loudly, pleasure rushing through him at warp speed. He knew they weren’t done here – he’d need to make love to her again.

Collapsing onto him, Natalie pressed her body to his, as he regained his composure. “You’ve got an amazing body,” she smiled, her fingers tracing the curve of his bicep.

“
And you’re deliciously sexy,” he said.

S
he pressed her ear to his chest, listening to his heartbeat, “Thank-you.”

Michael wrapped his arms up and over the woman above him, holding her tight.

Rolling over, the couple made love again. Michael drove hard and fast, needing to get deeper and more intimate, wanting to capture the essence of Natalie letting go. He knew he should have broken free, grabbed another condom out of his wallet, but all he could think about was being inside of her. As she called out into the night, Natalie’s orgasm ricocheted through her body. Her hips arched, as her thighs clasped tightly around her lover. Michael’s own release followed closely behind Natalie’s.

The couple snuggled in, pressed together.
Everything felt right, and she knew that they’d be fine. This was meant to happen, there was magic between them.

After lingering in bed, she finally climbed out, going to get
a drink. Pulling his shirt on, she padded to the refrigerator. Pulling out two bottles of water, she returned to Michael’s side.

“I’ve seem to have worked up an appetite,” he smiled. Thanking her for the water, he stood up and started to dress. Pulling on his jeans, he looked at Natalie. “Maybe we could just order pizza. I don’t think I’m ready to leave yet. Come sit with me,” he said, pulling her back to him. “You look sexy in my shir
t.” His kisses said he was ready for more.

The night was one long session of kisses and orgasms, and as the couple collapsed into each other’s arms, exhausted and worn, Natalie’s heart was full. They spent the moments between talking and sharing, growing closer with each passing hour.

When the morning arrived, Michael needed to head to work. Grabbing a quick shower, he left for the office. Natalie was all he could think about.

She was a nice girl – he truly liked her, and wanted to spend time with her, but did she deserve to be tied into some silly contract?
Maybe they could create a real relationship, do things the traditional way…he hadn’t felt this way for a woman before, there was something there, something genuine.

He should set her free, void the contract, and let her live her life. If she chose to stay, so be it, and if she chose to leave, he’d know she was only playing a part.

Only, the thought of letting her go was too painful. He selfishly wanted more time with her, and keeping her in the contract guaranteed she’d be nearby. Besides, what if she ends up pregnant, they forgot to use a condom the second time. He couldn’t let her go until he knew there wasn’t a child involved. It was really the right thing to do, keep her tied into the contract; at least until he knew they were in the clear. He should have grabbed a condom the second time, but maybe it was for the best. Tied together, a signed piece of paper would keep her close. He wasn’t ready to let go just yet.

Natalie wrapped the sheet around her, grinning and thinking of her night with Michael. Maybe they could work this out, maybe it could be something special. She couldn’t deny her attraction any longer. And then it hit her…they’d forgotten a condom the second time. She should have insisted, but he felt so good inside of her. Shit, she wasn’t ready to be a mother, and that wasn’t part of the deal. She’d need to be more careful – it was so careless of her. She’d insist from now on, because let’s face it, a child was not part of the bargain, and she was in no way ready to start a family with a man she was only getting to know. She just wanted to get through the five years, she’d figure out the rest later.

Michael smiled thinking of Natalie. He’d keep her close, and quite frankly the idea of a child didn’t horrify him. He wasn’t ready yet, but maybe one day. She did sign, it was ironclad, and she’d be his for the next five years. Michael Davidson decided to keep it that way. They’d be getting engaged soon, and marriage wouldn’t be far behind. It was part of the deal after all, she would be his.
He liked being in charge
.

The End

Be sure to watch for parts two and three, coming in 2013.

Contractual Obligation: The Contract (Book 1)

Contractual Obligation: Closing the Deal
(Book 2)

Contractual Obligation: High Risk
(Book 3)

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