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figured all that fire would be explosive in bed. I felt myself thickening, growing from the semi-erect hard-on I was always sporting around her to a fucking rod of steel between my legs.
    I’d done my best to be patient, to woo her, albeit aggressively, and I was done with that shit. If I didn’t fuck her soon, I was going to lose my mind. I needed to bind her to me, and I would do whatever it took to make that happen.
    I’d been picturing our life together for almost a year—the house, kids, even the fucking dog. I had never intended to wait long before working toward that goal. In fact, I’d made sure the investigator had been thorough, so I knew she had a birth control capsule in her arm. I’d checked her calendar, and, as luck would have it, she’d been due to have it replaced shortly after we started working together. I may have been a little underhanded and rescheduled her appointment out three months. She apparently didn’t notice the date had been changed, utterly dependent on her calendar to remind her of the appointment.
    I had intended to use condoms and wait until she had accepted our relationship before making every effort to get her pregnant, but now, I was considering getting a jump-start on the future I wanted for us.
    “ Your woman? What the hell, Caleb?” Madeleine’s attempt at indignation was adorable.
    “Yes, baby. My woman,” I clarified. “And, my woman doesn’t spend time alone with another man, friend or otherwise. Got it?”
    She started to sputter, but I gripped her arms and pulled her forward to give her a hard kiss. A throat cleared behind us and I released her lips, looking to see the waiter had arrived with the meals Madeleine and Brysen had ordered. After he had left, I motioned for her to eat and continued speaking, avoiding any arguments.
    “I received a call from my office in Paris this morning,” I lied. “We need to take a last minute trip out there to deal with a few problems that have arisen.”
    I was going to take my girl to Europe, fuck her relentlessly, and fill her with every drop of come I had, until she was good and pregnant.
    “I can’t simply drop everything and go to Paris!” Madeleine insisted.
    “We’ll leave straight from here,” I continued, ignoring her protest.
    ***
    W e’d been in the air for an hour and I’d allowed Madeleine to sulk for those sixty minutes. When we’d first boarded my private jet, she couldn’t contain her wonder and excitement at the opulent atmosphere. Once seated, she masked her delight behind a severe frown and studiously ignored me.
    For the most part, I let her indulge in her temper, but that didn’t stop me from constantly reminding her of my presence. Over the last month, I had come to know Madeleine’s body, though not as well as I would have liked, and I was about to rectify that situation.
    She was particularly sensitive on the soft skin of her inner thigh, close to the underside of her knee. I kept my hand resting firmly on top of her leg, but at an angle where my fingers could graze that area. Little goose bumps followed my touch and my impatience grew until I finally had enough. My hand traveled up her thigh and when it breached the hem, her head whipped around. It was easy to see her mind wanted to protest, but her body reacted to me like always. Her breathing escalated and I knew she was already wet.
    My fingers reached her panties and brushed over the soaked fabric. I couldn’t wait to sink my cock into the tight, silky heat I’d only felt with my fingers. For the moment, I’d settle for tasting her sweet pussy. I buried my hand in her caramel tresses, palming her neck and applying pressure to bring her lips to mine. The contact elicited a moan from both of us as electricity sparked between us and started to burn.
    Her mouth slightly parted, she breathed out a sound of passion. I took full advantage, licking her lips and plunging my tongue inside. She melted, but the armrest between our seats kept her