Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Without giving me time to feel awkward about being completely naked in the bright morning light shining through the high windows, he settled me into the tub and brushed his mouth against mine. “Take your time, baby. I’ll have food ready and waiting for you when you’re done.”
I couldn’t remember the last time anyone had pampered me. It felt amazing to be able to lean back and enjoy the warm water swirling around my body and easing the aches our lovemaking had created. After I climbed out of the tub and padded back into the bedroom, I found my suitcase in the entryway of the walk-in closet.
A big grin spread across my face when I found my things hanging opposite his. I didn’t have much, but I got a little thrill from seeing my clothes sharing space with his. It somehow made this whole thing seem more real.
My good mood got even better when I made my way down to the kitchen and found Dempsey sliding an omelet onto a plate. “Perfect timing. Breakfast is ready.”
“If that omelet tastes as good as it looks, you’re not going to get any complaints from me when you want to take over kitchen duty.” I beamed a smile at him. “And there aren’t many people I’d say that to.”
“I’m honored, baby.”
He slid the plate across the counter toward me and dished a second omelet up for himself while I poured myself a glass of fresh-squeezed orange juice. The eggs were pretty good, although I would’ve added some fresh herbs if I’d been the one cooking. But I couldn’t complain since I was eating better than I had in a long time. Which was proven by how quickly I wolfed down the entire thing, even though he’d probably used three eggs in mine.
Patting my stomach, I hummed, “Mmm, delicious.”
“Remind me to set the alarm an extra hour early tomorrow,” he muttered as he gathered the plates to rinse them off before putting them into the dishwasher.
Tilting my head to the side, I asked, “Why?”
“Because watching you enjoy your food like that gave me a hard-on that’s gonna be a killer if it doesn’t go down before I get on the field.” He adjusted himself in his shorts, making me giggle. “If I had more time, I could actually do something about it before we left. But if we don’t leave now, I’m gonna be late, and Coach will ream my ass.”
“Well, we can’t have that. Your butt is too nice to let anything happen to it,” I teased.
Wrapping his fingers around my wrist to lead me toward the door, he wagged his brows. “You like my ass, huh?”
“Now you’re just fishing for compliments.” I giggled and shook my head as we boarded the elevator to head down to the parking garage.
Our conversation during the ride to the stadium flowed easily, but as soon as we left the vehicle and headed inside, I got nervous. Almost as though he could see inside my head, Dempsey pulled me against his side and murmured, “Don’t worry, baby. Everyone is going to love you.”
“I should’ve baked something. Like protein muffins since you’re all athletes.”
He came to an abrupt stop to turn and stare at me, and I would have fallen if he hadn’t caught me as I stumbled forward a step. “What kind of protein muffins?”
“Any flavor you want,” I boasted. “You married a budding chef, remember?”
“Married?” The security guard manning the player entrance echoed, his eyes going wide.
“Now that Charlie knows I have a wife, I don’t have to worry about how long it’ll take to let everyone else know. He’s the biggest gossip around here,” Dempsey warned with a satisfied smirk. “But just remember…your muffins are all mine, baby. And I don’t like to share.”
9
Dempsey
If the past three weeks were any indication of how the rest of my life would be, I was the luckiest son of a bitch on the fucking planet.
Skye amazed me more every day. She was dedicated to her craft, independent, smart, funny, and drop-dead gorgeous. And a hidden tigress had begun to emerge in the bedroom. My little wife could be insatiable, and I loved every fucking minute—pun intended.
“Are you about ready to go, baby?”
“Yes, just give me five minutes,” Skye responded, then leaned into the mirror to put color on her lips. She didn’t need a speck of makeup to be the most beautiful woman in the world, but that didn’t mean I didn't appreciate the way she enhanced her features when she dolled herself up. I loved her…all of her.
I’d admitted how I felt to myself after the last football game when she’d thrown herself into my arms with a scream of excitement because we’d won. Naomi, Prentice’s wife, had chuckled and mumbled something about newlyweds in love before shooting me a wink.