The Risqué Contracts Series
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Authors: Fiona Davenport
Tags: #dirty talking hero, #billionaire romance, #alpha male romance
The Risqué Contracts Series
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Fiona Davenport
© 2016 Fiona Davenport
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Edited by PREMA Editing
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used factiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons or living or dead, events or locales are entirely coincidental.
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Bonus Scene: A Return to Paris
Bonus Scene: Football Time With Daddy
Penalty Clause
Risqué Contracts 1
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Fiona Davenport
© 2016 Fiona Davenport
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Edited by PREMA Editing
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ll rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing. For permission requests, please send your email request to
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used factiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons or living or dead, events or locales are entirely coincidental.
The author acknowledges the trademark status and trademark owners of various products referenced in this work of fiction, which have been used without permission. The publication/ Use of these trademarks is not authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owner.
Risqué Contracts 1
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aleb Sterling has found the woman for him. He'll do whatever it takes to make her his... even if it means forcing her to spend time with him. He didn’t become a billionaire without learning how to leverage a contract to his advantage. Now that he’s gotten her to sign on the dotted line, he almost has Madeleine Connelly right where he wants her—in his bed and pregnant with his baby.
Madeleine seriously underestimated Caleb’s desire for her. She thought the notorious playboy would move onto his next conquest after he’d gotten what he wanted from her. When she accepted a business deal with his company, she didn’t realize it meant spending so much time with him. Now she has to decide if she wants to trigger the penalty clause in their contract so she can get away from him or succumb to the temptation that is Caleb Sterling.
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arning: This book has an obsessive alpha billionaire who falls hard and fast. It's a quick and dirty read, but don't worry, it'll leave you satisfied.
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his is the first novella in the Risqué Contracts series, but each story can be read as a standalone and features a different couple.
“It takes millions of people to complete the world, but it only takes you to complete mine."
- Anonymous
Caleb
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eaning back in my plush leather chair, I sipped at the scotch I held in one hand while staring at the picture of a gorgeous brunette clenched in the other. She was of average height, with glossy, dark hair and incredible green eyes. Even though her body was toned, her curves were the stuff of wet dreams. Since I first saw Madeleine Connelly, she had dominated my thoughts. When she crossed my path into the ballroom of a charity event six months ago, I knew I had to have her. She was going to be mine, and not just for a night—I would own her forever.
I never walked into a situation without knowing all the facts and having confidence in the way it would play out. I didn’t approach her that night. Instead, I spent the evening keeping her in my sights, observing and protecting what was mine. After finding out her name, I hired a private investigator to find out everything I could about her—favorites, dislikes, family history, childhood, friends, habits, and most importantly, if she was single. I’d never been one to poach another man’s territory. It wasn’t worth the bother when there were so many other available women out there, but with Madeleine, I wasn’t sure the presence of another man in her life would have stopped me. Methodically, I set a plan in motion, leaving her no choice but to submit to me or risk losing everything.
In the photo, her face was pinched with stress, her body coiled tight, and the “fuck off” vibe she carried like a shield translated clearly through the camera. I couldn’t wait to fuck the tension out of her and paint a look of bliss on her features. Just thinking about all the ways I would take her had me shifting uncomfortably in the chair, my dick already begging to sink into her pussy.
Putting the picture down and forcing myself to concentrate on anything other than ache between my legs, I began reading over the contract I had drawn up, even though I knew practically every word.
Madeleine was exceptionally intelligent, and had graduated from Harvard business school at twenty-one, a little over a year ago. Not long after, her father had a heart attack, thrusting her into the role of CEO of her family’s publishing company. Somehow, he’d been able to keep the fact that the business was almost bankrupt from everybody, including the board. When the truth was revealed, Madeleine struggled to bring their heads above water again.
I was a self-made billionaire, having built the biggest publishing house in the country, quite often by taking over companies like Madeleine’s. When I wanted something, I took it—both in business and my private life. With her, it was more complicated. I didn’t want to fuck her and leave. I wanted to tie her to me, and my ability to rescue her company gave me the perfect opportunity.
Or, at least, it was perfect now that I had discreetly, preemptively closed every path to a possible solution, except the one leading straight to me. With the wall she always kept up, I made the decision not to go to her with a proposal right away, eliminating the possibility for rejection. Instead, I exerted my influence through coercion and threats, convincing every other company to decline her offers. I even persuaded the banks to turn down any loan attempts.
When they were holding on by their very last thread, I swooped in and met with the board, offering them the lifeline the company so desperately sought. They were so relieved, they didn’t even blink at the unorthodox stipulations I laid out for their CEO in the contract. They barely read it before signing on the dotted line and setting up a meeting with Madeleine to finalize the deal, though she didn’t have much of a choice.
The term of the contract was one year, during which, if our agreement was in good standing, her company would come under the umbrella of my corporation, and she would have access to my resources and protection. As the majority stockholder, she would retain her position as CEO; however, she was obligated to work alongside me, not only looping me in on all her business decisions, but also setting her up as...an intern of sorts. She would be required to shadow me, learn from my business techniques. Even better, this meant accompanying me on any trips I might need to take. My mind wandered to the hotel rooms we would visit and how she would look spread out on white, silk sheets. Her pale, creamy skin standing out from the flush of arousal visible everywhere on her lush, naked body. Her hair splayed across the pillow while she writhed beneath me, pleas for me to fuck her falling from her pink lips.
Damn it!
I was severely irritated at my loss of control, the feeling being entirely foreign to me. I pulled out my gold Patek Caliber 89 pocket watch and checked the time, like I’d been doing obsessively all day. My meeting started in less than an hour, which gave me time to look over the penalty cause once more.
I didn’t want to come at her so strongly that I sent her running in the opposite direction. I gave her an out, with conditions, of course. At any time, she could use the penalty clause to end our association. However, to do so, she was given two options: forfeit her company to me or spend one night in bed with me, capitulating to my demands and giving me her complete surrender. My lawyers assured me they were able to word it in such a way that I would not be open to a lawsuit. How they did it, I didn’t know. Frankly, I didn’t give a fuck. Madeleine was going to end up in my bed one way or another. And once I had her, I wasn’t going to let her go.
A knock on my door pulled me from my thoughts, and, let’s be honest, rescued me from drowning in a rapidly thickening haze of lust.
“Come in,” I called. My executive assistant, Julie, opened the door and approached my desk with a handful of papers.
“These require your signature.”
Accepting the stack, I quickly scrawled my name on each one and handed them back. I looked up to find her standing directly beside my chair, a hip propped on the desk. Julie was a beautiful woman; model thin with long, blonde hair and ice blue eyes. She was exactly the kind of woman I usually preferred. In fact, I’d been toying with the idea of a night with her before I met Madeleine. Julie had subtly let me know she would be open to spending time with me in bed, but she never pushed it. If I hadn’t met Madeleine, I probably would have gone there, but one look at my girl was all it took for my cock to go limp around every other woman. It had been a long, dry, six months.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to stay until your last appointment leaves?” She cocked her head and smiled, a clear invitation in her posture and tone.
“I’m all prepped. You can go on home.” The last thing I needed was the woman who wanted to sleep with me greeting Madeleine at my first meeting with her. I didn’t want her to pick up on my assistant’s flirtations until I had her firmly installed in my bed, and my life. Then, if it became a problem, I’d handle it accordingly.
Julie took the dismissal gracefully, leaving with the sheaf of papers and a nod. Checking the time again, I saw it was five minutes to eight. My wait was about to be over. I breathed a sigh of relief, finally. Rising from my chair, I walked to the sideboard on the left wall of my large office and poured another tumbler of scotch. I set the two crystal glasses on the coffee table situated in the middle of a relaxed conversation area made up of three couches. Then, my phone rang and I swiftly walked back over to my desk.
“Sterling,” I answered gruffly.
“There is a Madeleine Connelly here for you, sir,” said the night security manager for the building.
“Send her up, Peter.” Anticipation rolled through me and I fought to keep myself calm, when all I wanted was to haul her into my office and fuck her. Show her who held the power in our relationship, who she belonged to.
Knowing she would not have my secretary to escort her in, I walked to the door. Opening it, I watched her exit the elevator. When she looked up and her jade eyes met mine, I was unable to keep the predatory smile off my face.
