“Ready to open the doors?” he asks.
“It's a little early,” I say, looking at the clock.
“We're ready to go, why keep them waiting?” he says.
He has a point. Why keep the people waiting? It's been so long since I've seen this many people in my store that it will be a nice sight. As nerves flutter in my stomach, I nod, and Skyler flips the sign to “Open” and unlocks the door.
Crowds of people stream in, filling the bookstore, and my eyes fill with tears. It's been years since the place has been filled with this many people. I pause for a moment and listen to the loud chatter of voices as customers move about the store, sending a big, fat tear rolling down my cheek.
“Thank you,” I whisper to Liam.
He kisses the top of my head and says, “No, thank you, Paige.”
“What for?” I ask.
“Just for being you,” he says. “You came into my life at the right time. You're exactly what I needed, but you're more than I deserve.”
I shake my head. “No, I think we're exactly what each other needs,” I say. “And exactly what each other deserves.”
THE END
Hot Daddy
Alright, alright, alright.
Women say I sound just like Matthew McConaughey.
And owning half of Texas, life can't get any better.
Until my inheritance is threatened by Tiffany, my b*tch of a half-sister.
Well sugar, that sh*t ain't happenin'!
The only way to stop her is to get married.
It's in my parents' will.
Fortunately, I know just the candidate - Amanda.
She lights me up as bright as the Dallas sky.
All I can think of is her riding me cowgirl while wearing my Stetson.
But there's more to it.
She's actually making my playboy @ss consider settling down.
I'll do everything in my power to win her over.
Including something I have never done before, introduce her to my son.
This is our chance, for our happily ever after.
But Tiffany has other plans, one that doesn't involve my inheritance or Amanda...
Chapter One
Brady
“I've never done it in a skybox before,” she purred.
“Looks like you can check it off your bucket list then, sugar,” I reply.
She gives me a seductive little smile. “Anybody ever say you sound just like Matthew McConaughey when you talk?”
I look at her and smile. “Is that a good thing?”
“It's definitely a good thing,” she says. “It's sexy.”
I flash her a devilish little grin. “Well, alright, alright, alright.”
She giggles and goes back to giving me a mind-blowingly amazing blowjob. I look at the packed stadium outside the windows of my skybox and smile. I love football – almost as much as I love a good blowjob. But football is the thing I'm most passionate about in life. I've loved it since I was a kid, when my dad used to take me to the games. That love affair only grew stronger when my dad, founder of the Keating Technologies empire, bought an NFL team – the San Antonio Copperheads. Which, automatically became my favorite team.
I remember going to the games with him when I was a kid. Dreamed of wearing the black and copper colored uniforms, of making big plays on Sundays. I remember sitting in the big luxury box above the field and taking it all in, thinking it was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. I remember going down onto the sidelines and into the locker room to meet some of the players – some of my idols growing up.
Of course, back then, I never imagined taking in the games the way I currently was – sitting in my luxury box in a stadium packed to the rafters with screaming fans – and having a gorgeous little blonde face down in my lap working my cock like she had something to prove.
I tangle my hands in her hair, giving it a firm pull as she works her mouth and hand in unison on my thick, hard shaft. She looks up at me with a flirty little smile and a sexy little gleam in her eyes as she traces the tip of her tongue around the head of my cock, stroking me at the same time.
The crowd outside the luxury box roars, making me smile down at her.
“Damn, darlin', you're so good, you can get a stadium of sixty-five thousand people on their feet,” I say, knowing full well that nobody can see through the smoked glass tinting of the windows.
“Shut up,” she giggles. “I would kill you if anybody could see us. What would my momma think?”
“Honey, I gotta believe she'd think she raised a damn fine young woman.”
She smacks my thigh playfully and then squeezes the base of my cock nice and hard before taking all of it back into her mouth. She tightens her mouth around me, moving her head up and down, licking and sucking hard and fast. I lean my head back on the chair and moan, my eyes rolling back in my head.
“You locked the door behind you when you came in, didn't you, sweetheart?” I ask.
She nods and mumbles – it's probably a little difficult for her to talk with her mouth full. She keeps moving her head up and down though, cupping my balls and giving them a firm squeeze, making my breath catch in my throat. This girl has the whole sweet, Catholic, girl-next-door look about her, but there is nothin' innocent about this one – which I'm very happy about. Obviously.
I look at the door again, hoping she actually had locked it. The last thing I want is for somebody to walk in on us during our little tryst. Not that it would be the first time I'd been caught screwing one of the hospitality girls in my skybox. I'm not big on putting on shows for people though. Believe it or not, but I do have some morals – a few, anyway.
I glance at the clock and realize halftime is coming to an end soon. I need to speed things up so I don't miss any of the game. Or the meeting I have scheduled that I'm already dreading.
I pull the girl to her feet and then stand up. She giggles and licks her lips seductively. She is a gorgeous little thing – no more than twenty-two or twenty-three-years-old, five foot three, a hundred and fifteen pounds soaking wet, with blonde hair, deep green eyes, and a luscious, curvy, deliciously tight little body. A body I can most definitely get used to banging.
And if she behaves herself, maybe we'll just have to have an encore performance at next week's game.
Leaning down, I kiss her hard, cupping her breasts through her tight white uniform shirt. She wraps her legs around my waist when I pick her up and carry her over to the bar, sitting her down on top of it. I kiss her neck as I work at the buttons on her shirt, finally getting it undone.
I drop her shirt on the bar, her bra quickly following. She gasps when I gave her stiff nipples a nice, hard pinch. Leaning down I take one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking and nibbling on it as I squeeze and knead her other breast in my hand.
She reaches her hand down and takes hold of my cock, giving it a nice, hard tug. I moan and look her in the eye, enjoying the sensation of her small, smooth hand sliding up and down my stiff cock.
“I don't have much time,” she says, her sweet Texas accent dripping like honey. “I need to get back to work soon.”
“Don't worry,” I reply. “I'll write you a note if you're late. I'm the boss, so what can they do?”
Sliding my hand up her skirt, I grab hold of her panties and slide them down, tossing them on the pile with her shirt and bra. She bites her bottom lip and gives me a seductive little smile. Damn, this girl is sexy.
She parts her thighs as I step forward, positioning myself between them. Kissing her, I slide my hands up her thighs, relishing the feel of her smooth, silky stockings. She reaches over and picks up my black Stetson, putting on top of her head and gives me a flirty little look – and I have to admit, it's kind of sexy.
“Giddyap, cowboy,” she purrs.
“Yes, ma'am,” I say.
I quickly slip on a condom as she wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me forward. Locking her hands behind my neck, she looks me in the eye and kisses me hard, our tongues swirling together in her mouth hard and fast. She pulls back, a little breathless.