“By being the best friend, lover, husband and father.”
Deep emotion moves through his eyes and he swallows a couple of times. “Is our little monster still asleep?”
I smile and glance at the closed door. “I’m sure Dylan will be up in time to cheer for his daddy, but for now, yep, he’s still out like a light.”
“Hmm. Good.” His tone is filled with fierce intent and I whimper when he toys with my nipples. “Then I can have my wicked way with his mommy.” He thrusts two fingers inside me.
I shudder in delight. “Oh Brock, that feels so good.”
“You know what I’m going to be picturing when I’m down there, shouting tactics at my players?” he growls in my ear as he peels off the trench coat and lets it drop, leaving me in just my four-inch heels.
Delicious sensation moves through me. “W-what?” I stammer, watching as he lowers his zipper and frees his hard, thick cock.
The tip is already leaking, and I moan, dying to dip my head and lick it.
When I do, Brock gives a thick, desperate groan.
“You, with your legs spread out like this, receiving Daddy’s cock like the good little girl you are. Your beautiful rump spank-red.”
“But…my ass isn’t red…ooh!”
The slap of his hand on my ass sends me onto my tiptoes. A few more sharp slaps follow. “It is now, isn’t it? Cherry red and gloriously beautiful.”
“W-what was that for?” I gasp as he thrusts deep and bottoms out inside me.
“That was for daring to walk around in nothing but heels and a fucking trench coat. Did the thought of revealing yourself to me like this make you hot? Did those pretty nipples get hard and needy?”
“God, yes!”
“Show me how much you love it. How much you want Daddy’s load.”
As if his own words turn him on almost as much as they fire me up, he thrusts harder, deeper. Until we’re both gasping and moaning.
“Yes, yes, yes!” I cry as my orgasm slams through me.
He grips my waist and hammers home, his control gone as he thickens inside me, in preparation to fill me to the brim. “God, I fucking love you, Goldie! So damn much.”
“I love you, too, Daddy. Oh God! It feels so good.”
“It’s what you deserve, my sweet, gorgeous girl. Brace yourself, honey. Daddy’s gonna come so hard for you right now.”
His release prolongs mine and I’m delirious as I take everything he has to give.
Half an hour later, I’m dressed in the clothes I brought with me—because I’m daring but not spend-an-afternoon-with-a-bunch-of-VIPs-while-wearing-just-a-trench-coat daring—and the first of the spectators trickle into the stadium.
Brock’s walkie’s been beeping for a minute now, but he won’t stop kissing me. Running his hands over my body. Whispering how much he loves me.
I lap it all up, deliriously happy. I’m loved and cherished by the best husband in the world.
“It’s time to go,” I urge him reluctantly when another series of beeps sounds.
He brushes a kiss over my lips, and murmurs, “One more minute. Need to tell you one more time how much I love you. How happy you make me.”
I take his hand and kiss the championship ring on his middle finger before I look into his eyes. “I’m so glad you barged into my life that morning, Brock. You make me insanely happy too. Now, go win the game for me, Daddy. Then take me home and make your little girl scream.”
His smile widens, then he steps back and devours me with his eyes one last time.
“Your wish is my command, honey.”
The End