Dad Bod (Under Construction 1)

She darts up from my lap, swipin’ tears from her cheeks, roarin’ and ready to go. This is the girl I fell in love with. This is my Jo. Before she can get too far out of reach, I stand and grab her wrist, pulling her back to me. My arm goes around her back, my hand palmin’ her ass. I capture her lips in mine and grind my hardened cock against her. Jordan moans into the kiss, and the sound is nearly my undoing. “For the record,” I tell her, my grip on her ass tightenin’, “I love your cute little ass as much as I love you, but I love it when you’re bossy with me.” I plant her ass on the ledge of the desk and pull her sports bra over her head.

“What are you—” Her mouth widens into a perfectly round O as her eyes roll back, my lips suckin’ her taut nipple into my mouth. “Oh G—”

“Just Mad, darlin’, but you go ahead and scream my name real fuckin’ loud so every-damn-body knows who you belong to.”

I lay her flat on the desk and pull her pants down over her knees. Her pussy is already glistenin’ with need, that cute little nub visibly throbbin’. I lick up her slit, the taste of her desire sweet on my tongue.

“Oh, Mad!” she begs as I bite down on her clit. I slide my gray sweats over my ass, grippin’ my cock and strokin’ it. “Fuck me, Mad, please?”

The hell? Did she just beg to be fucked? Jordan’s got a potty mouth I didn’t expect, and I’m about to shoot my fuckin’ load hearin’ her beg for my cock.

I wrap my hand around her hips and thrust her down on my cock, and the wild screech that falls from her mouth is all it takes for me to give her what she wants. I fuck Jo hard and fast, and as her pussy tightens around me, I crash my lips down on hers as I give her my release.

I don’t care that I fucked her raw. I claimed my girl with purpose. To prove that she’s mine and I’m hers, and nothin’ can come between that.

There’s a satisfied smirk on Jo’s face as she watches me dress, and I eat that shit up. This beautiful woman is in love with me, and it feels damn good to have that.

I clean Jo up with a napkin from her desk drawer, then I pull her up to her feet and help her dress. She wraps her arms around me and tips her head back to gaze up at me. I hold her chin and claim her lips, and she fuckin’ mewls.

“I love the taste of me on your lips, Madden.”

Damn. This woman is gonna be the death of me.

“I love you, darlin’. More than I can even put to words.”

Her smile is blinding, and her cheeks tinge pink. “I love you, Mad. Ready to help me burn those carrot cake cupcakes off my ass?”

“I thought I just did that.” I’m sure the smirk on my face is cocky, but I’m one happy fucker.

“Oh, honey, you did. But it’s your fault I gained three pounds.” She laughs as she pulls me out of her office and down the hallway.

“Oh my God, Jordan, could you at least have some respect for yourself?” Fuck. What the hell did I ever see in this uppity snoot?

Jordan shoots daggers in Gia’s direction, but I rub my thumb over the back of her hand to calm her.

“Jealous much, Gia?” I ask, surprisin’ the fuck out of Gia and Jordan too. I don’t even pause to hear her retort. Whatever she has to say is invalid.

*~*

Two weeks later

“Shoot fire, save matches, Unk, but when you’s gonna let me has some of that bird?” Belle begs with a pouty lip.

“When it’s done fryin’, kiddo, now watch out so you don’t get burned.” Carter ruffles her hair just to piss her off.

“You’s gonna pays for that, Unk!” Belle shakes her little fist at him before she turns and stomps off.

“Damn, I love that kid,” Carter says, watching Belle as she twists open the back door and goes inside, extra sass in every step. He shakes his head and looks away, a heaviness fallin’ over his features.

“You good, asshole?” I ask.

“Fuckin’ envy you, taint sucker.”

I laugh loudly. “You’ve dealt with that sassy little monster as much as I have. Believe me, it ain’t the simple life. Just wait till you have one of your own. Your days of chasin’ Laney through the house with your dick swingin’ will be over.”

Maverick busts out laughin’ and clinks his beer bottle against mine. “Which is the very reason my ass ain’t ever gettin’ married. Too many flavors I need to taste.”

“You got it all, Mad. The house, career, the kid, and you finally got the girl,” Carter continues. This is a side of Carter rarely seen. He’s tough as nails, but things between he and Laney have seemed strained here lately. In fact, Laney has been all out of sorts for a while now. Instead of the jovial smartass we all know and love, she’s been short-fused and hateful. Hell, I just chocked it up to bein’ shark week, but it don’t last this damn long.