Page 115 of Under Daddy's Spell

“It was five days, Tessa.”

“A business week, then, but it seemed like a year.”

Her hands which were flattened on his chest between them, fisted in his jacket as he pulled her up on her toes for a kiss. It wasn’t the welcome home celebration he’d dreamed of, but that would have to wait for privacy, which wasn’t to be had in the doorway of her bookstore.

“Big plans on your day off, boss?” Angie called as she emerged from the center aisle, her arms filled with a stack of to-go cups, lids, and a huge box of coffee.

“I’m going to my first ever NFL game, remember?” Tessa replied. “I’m sure I told you.”

Her new manager laughed. “I’m kidding. It’s all you’ve been talking about.” Her gaze moved to him, and she greeted him like everyone else in New Orleans. “Hey, Coop.”

“Angie,” he replied.

“Where are your seats?”

“Sidelines,” Tessa answered for him.

Angie’s jaw dropped while Jordan chuckled. He had sideline access and passes for the owner’s skybox down from the press box. He was slated to do a few halftime interviews but nothing else today. They had a full crew for home games, which was why his contract was for away games and playoffs, if they made it that far, which this year seemed likely. He had a few investors coming by today who were eager to help him take The Body Shop national. He’d told them this wasn’t a work event but knew business would come up. He’d also invited a few of his college football buddies and their wives, and Seth was bringing Rachel. He thought getting to know his friends, especially the women, would be nice for Tessa.

“Look. I’m wearing the Saints gear you gave me.” With a flourish, she swept her hand from head to toe showing off her matching black-and-gold fleur-de-lis hat and mittens. “I have my new T-shirt on, too, but you can’t see it under my coat, and my scarf set.” Her hands flew to her neck. “Oh no! I’ve left my fuzzy scarf somewhere.”

As she scurried behind the register counter and squatted down to search, Angie came up beside him.

“She knows they play in the Superdome, emphasis on dome, right?” she asked him.

“Let’s not spoil it for her,” he insisted, hoping she hadn’t heard, which, from the unbroken string of muttering and rustling, she likely hadn’t.

He felt Angie shift beside him as she glanced his way.

“Thank you, Jordan.”

“For what?”

“Being what Tessa needed. I wasn’t sure at first because she wasn’t sure what to make of you, but she’s happy. After her mom passed and her putz of a father packed up and left, she needed someone solid she could depend on. That it ended up being NOLA’s favored son is a bit of a shock. But I’m happy for you both.” Having said her piece, her friend headed for the coffee/bakery bar. That was no longer her primary job since becoming manager, but she still dabbled when she had time. She stopped after a few steps and turned back, still talking low. “Can you make sure she doesn’t have heat stroke in all that garb. It’s supposed to be seventy-five and sunny today.”

He couldn’t keep from grinning, when, as if on cue, Tessa popped up from behind the counter holding the gold-and-black scarf and announced, “Found it!”

Jordan returned her grin, not about to spoil her fun with a weather forecast. Once they got to the climate-controlled box, she could crank up the A/C and be comfortable in her winter garb or, if she wanted, switch to heat and strip down to her bra and panties to watch the game. His preference would be the latter. In fact, as his imagination took flight, he decided to pull the owner aside today and discuss after-hours access because pressing her naked breasts against the glass as he fucked her high above the field was his newest favorite fantasy.

It would be hers, once he told her. His baby girl matched him kink for kink and had yet to balk at anything. Even last week, when he’d stripped her on the main floor of his gym, laid her naked on a padded bench then fucked her with her feet bound over her head to the arm press. And they had so many more pieces of equipment and positions to explore.

“What are you thinking about?”

His gaze dipped to Tessa, who stood with her scarf knotted loosely around her neck, gazing up at him. He picked up a spiral curl and wound it around his finger, one of many streaming out from beneath her hat and spilling over her shoulders.

“I was thinking about how cute you look in your poof-all hat.”

Rising onto her tiptoes, she whispered in his ear, “Bad Daddy. I recognize that look. You were dreaming up what you’ll do to me next; something naughty and hot, I don’t doubt. As punishment for fibbing, you get to take me to Tableau again. I’ve been dying for more shrimp and grits with sausage.”

“Guilty as charged, and I’m willing to pay up.” He took her mittened hand and led her outside, adding, “I’ll tell you all my dirty daydreams on the way.”

“Please don’t tease unless we can do something about it.”

“But, baby, when you see the skybox, I want you to imagine, like I have, all the places I’ve thought of fucking you.” He handed her into the passenger seat of his Audi and leaned in. “Bent over the second-row railing, sprawled naked on top of the bar, and, my favorite fantasy of all, looking out over the field, naked with your luscious breasts pressed against the window, while I fill you from behind.”

“Daddy, please. You’re getting me all hot and bothered—and wet,” she breathed as she pulled off her hat, scarf and mittens. The diamond he slid on her left ring finger only two weeks ago gleamed in the sunlight.

“What’s wrong with you being wet for Daddy? I like the idea, and no one else will know.”

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