Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
I grin and hit the microphone to send a voice message.
“I want to see you tonight.”
She hearts the message and then types back quickly.
Clara: On a scale of one to ten, how would you feel if I wore this?
My brows knit together as the dots turn into a photo.
Of Clara.
In only a bra and panties.
The stunning black lace number has her tits looking scrumptious. Her stomach is flat, but you can tell she likes sweets. She’s so sexy, and a barely there thong has my mouth going dry. I breathe in deeply through my nose and somehow type back.
Me: Just that?
Clara: I’ll have to wear a dress over it, for the drive over.
Me: Of course, but that’ll be under the dress?
Clara: It will if you want it to be, Daddy.
My cock turns to steel, heat burning deep in my stomach as I lick my lips.
Me: Keep on messing with me, baby girl.
Clara: You love it. Daddy.
A rumble of laughter escapes me as I scroll back up to the picture of her fine self. She is fucking perfect, I swear. All legs, a sweet ass, and tits I want in my hands and mouth. Before I start drooling, another message comes through.
Clara: Are you really going to cook, or do you plan on eating me for dinner? ’Cause I didn’t eat lunch, and I’m hungry. So, should I get food before I come?
I laugh at that.
Me: First, yes, I’m making you food. And second, I’ll be eating you too, after I punish that ass because you forgot to eat again.
Clara: In my defense, my life is hard.
Me: So is mine, and I still make sure both of us eat.
Clara: You ate me!
Me: Best meal of my day. Five stars, highly recommend. I’ll be a repeat customer.
Clara: My only customer?
My heart slams into my chest, begging for her. She’s flirting like the little minx she is, but I don’t think she realizes how important that question is to me.
Me: Only me.
Clara: Yes, Daddy.
I shake my head, grinning like a fool, until there is a knock at my door. I look up to find Dan Davenport coming in with a wave and a grin. He’s a big guy, light-brown hair, thick beard, and a potbelly from his beer and pretzel obsession. He’s a big personality and one of my favorite people. He hired me on a whim, believed in me before I even believed in myself. I turn my phone over as his voice fills the room. “Great road trip, Coach. Your boys are killing it.”
“Thanks, Dan.”
“No, thank you,” he says, leaning on the back of the chair in front of him. His weight makes the chair groan as he sets me with a look. “Ready to close this out?”
“Yes, sir. That’s the plan.”
“Good. I have the banners already ordered for the finals.”
I nod. “Good. We’ll need them.”
“I’m depending on you.”
“Yes, sir.”
We share a grin. “Alex was a good move,” he tells me, and I nod in agreement.
“As much as I hated to take him back from the Assassins, I knew we couldn’t win without him.”
“You were right. Even if the damn little shit knocked up my granddaughter.”
I press my lips together, hiding all emotion. “Congratulations?”
A soft chuckle leaves his lips. “Thanks. Though, she’s pissed at me. I tried to say she couldn’t work for us while being with him, but I didn’t mean it. I wouldn’t do that to her. I think I say that shit just to test them. Alex came to her defense real fast, and while I already like the guy, I think I’ll like him even more as the father of my grandchild.”
“Alex is a good dude. He loves Elliot deeply. He tells me all the time. Really annoying about it,” I joke, and then I pause.
When do I joke?
Dan nods. “I know, but being with a hockey player isn’t easy. All the traveling, the mental game. I don’t want that for my girls, but they’ve all ended up with one. Well, except my sweet Clara. I’m still holding out hope she’ll find herself a rich man whom I can get to invest.”
His laughter makes me sick. Clara’s name on his lips sets my teeth on edge, and I’m not sure why. He is her grandfather, not competition, yet he could keep her away from me. I also don’t like the idea of her with anyone else. I swallow past the lump in my throat as he asks, “How’s it going with her? She’s a good girl, right?”
Oh, you have no idea how good of a girl she is.
I school my features as I meet his gaze. “Gretzky and Gordie love her. She’s been great.”
He nods proudly, his eyes light. “That’s wonderful to hear. I have to say, these wins look good on you, Coach. I haven’t ever seen you smile this much.”