Page 12 of My Best Friend’s Silver Fox Daddy (Yes, Daddy #52)

MORGAN

“ A re we okay?” I ask.

“Yeah. We’re good,” Kelsey replies.

“Do you promise?”

“I swear it,” she says. “And I’m sorry for the way I reacted. I was being a bitch.”

“You have nothing to be sorry about. I can’t even imagine what that must have been like to walk in on,” I tell her.

Her lips twist wryly. “I’m not going to lie, it was shocking.”

“I’m sorry for that.”

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for either. My dad and I talked it out, and I can see how much he cares about you and how happy you make him. Just saying your name lights him up in a way I’ve never seen before.”

“I feel the same way about him.”

“I want that kind of happiness for him,” she tells me. “And I want that for you, too.”

Tears well in my eyes. For a moment, the emotion is too thick, clogging my throat and rendering me totally speechless.

Kelsey takes my hand and gives it a squeeze. “Just make sure you’re good to him. He deserves somebody good to him.”

“I promise.”

She pulls me into a tight hug and gives me another smile. “Okay, so, are we on for brunch tomorrow? I want to tell you all about England.”

“I can’t wait to hear everything.”

I walk her to the door, and before she goes, Kelsey throws her arms around me again.

I hug her just as tightly, relieved to have all the drama behind us.

I wasn’t expecting her to come here to apologize.

But she told me about her talk with her dad, and I could see just how much she took his words to heart.

I’m glad for that. Not just for me, but for them as well.

It feels like their relationship might grow and enter a whole new phase.

Of course, she’s always going to be his daughter, but maybe now, she can see him as more than that.

“I love you, girl,” she says.

“And I love you back.”

With another smile, she departs, and I close the door behind her, a smile on my face.

I’m so glad we’ve worked it out. Having Kelsey angry with me had torn a hole in my heart.

I walk into my small kitchen, grab a bottle of water, and lean against the counter for a couple of minutes, letting the rush of adrenaline-fueled emotion subside.

Having sufficiently calmed myself down, I walk back to my table, fully intent on sitting down and finishing the paper I’ve been working on.

Before I can, there’s a knock at my door.

Thinking it’s Kelsey and that she forgot something, I bound over and open it quickly, only to find Mr. Hooper standing there.

“What are you doing here?” I ask.

“I came to see you.”

“Kelsey gave us her blessing.”

“I know,” he says. “How do you feel about that?”

“Over the moon.”

“Me too,” he says. “And I thought I might take you out tonight to celebrate.”

“Yeah?”

“Anywhere you want to go.”

“Oh, that’s a long list.”

He grins. “Well, let’s start knocking those places off the list tonight.”

“Sounds like a plan,” I tell him. “Mind if I just take a quick shower first?”

“By all means.”

Standing on my toes, I give him a quick peck on the lips, then bound into my bathroom and start the shower.

Once clouds of steam begin billowing from behind the curtain, I slip inside and smile as the warm water cascades down over my body.

I can’t keep the smile off my face. It’s been a good day.

One of the best of my life, if I’m being honest, and I can’t possibly be happier.

Kelsey giving me her approval means the world to me.

More than that, it lifted the massive black shadow of guilt off my heart.

As I turn around and lean my head back, letting the water pour through my hair, the curtain slides open and a very naked Marcus Hooper steps in.

I take a moment to stare at his lean, toned body, savoring every well-muscled angle and plane.

My gaze lingers on his long, thick cock, which is already standing up.

I bite my bottom lip and raise my eyes to his.

“So, dessert first, is it?” I ask.

“Dessert? This is just an appetizer.”

He sweeps me into his arms, crushing me against his hard body, and presses his mouth to mine.

His tongue fills my mouth, and he swallows my whimper.

I shudder as the tips of his fingers trail across my skin, leaving furrows of heat in their wake.

As our kiss deepens, I reach down and take his cock in my hand, squeezing it tight as I give it slow, gentle strokes that make him growl deep in his throat. It’s a sexy sound that drives me crazy.

Mr. Hooper leaves a trail of kisses down my neck, his hands cupping and kneading my breasts.

I feel myself growing impossibly wet. He kisses me again as he slides his hand down my belly and slips it between my thighs.

I moan softly, my entire body growing taut as he deftly strums my clit with his fingertip.

A moment later, he plunges two fingers deep into me, and I cry out his name.

He kisses my mouth as he fingers me with a slow and deliberate rhythm.

He pulls his fingers out of me and slips them into his mouth.

Watching him taste my juices off his fingers makes my legs weak.

My heart jumps into my throat, and I’m more turned on than I think I’ve ever been in my life.

He smiles as he reaches forward and turns the shower off.

Before I can say anything, he scoops me up and carries me into the bedroom.

He lays me down on the bed, and I spread my legs as he climbs on top of me.

Mr. Hooper kisses me as he slides his cock into me, drawing a low, breathy gasp from my mouth.

We kiss again as he starts to move within me, his long, thick shaft sliding against my slippery inner walls.

My body is alight with sensation, and I’m covered in goosebumps.

A maelstrom churns in my belly, and I stare into his hazel eyes, seeing the powerful emotions coursing through me reflected in his eyes.

Our eyes lock, and our bodies move in a slow, sensual rhythm that has me shaking from head to toe.

This isn’t like before. We’re not just fucking.

We’re not even just having sex. There’s an intensity burning between us that feels different.

It feels more emotional. Like the bond and connection we’ve formed these past weeks are deepening.

Growing stronger. And as I stare into his eyes, I can see Mr. Hooper feels the same thing.

He kisses me again, his strokes slow and strong inside of me.

With each thrust of his cock into me, my body tingles.

My skin feels warm to the touch, and my head spins.

Gripping his arms, I hold onto him as he drives himself into me.

I lock my ankles behind his back, pulling him closer to me, taking him deeper into me, desperate to consume this man—and be consumed by him.

He’s everything I’ve ever wanted in a man and so much more.

“You feel so good inside of me,” I gasp.

“You feel amazing,” he responds softly.

I yelp and giggle when he flips me over without warning, so I’m seated on top of him.

I lean forward, planting my hands on his chest to brace myself and begin rolling my hips, sliding up and down on his thick, hard cock.

My eyes are still locked onto his, the intensity of his gaze never wavering as I ride him.

Mr. Hooper’s hands slide up and down my body.

He squeezes my breasts and my ass, and grabs my hips as he thrusts himself upward to match my downward thrusts.

We move together, our bodies in perfect rhythm, and electricity crackles across my skin.

“You feel like you were made for me,” he says.

“We were made for each other.”

I sink down onto him, sliding his cock as deep within me as I can take him.

My body explodes in sensation, and I quiver, a long, loud cry bursting from my mouth.

I tighten around him and feel weightless as my orgasm crashes down over me.

He grabs my hips and pulls me down harder, thrusting himself even deeper.

His cock swells, and his body tenses. A moment later, his moans of pleasure mingle with mine as we come together.

I fall forward, my hair cascading down over him as I writhe on top of him, savoring every moment of our shared orgasm.

His cock pulses inside of me, filling me with his warm cream.

As my pussy quivers around his shaft, squeezing every last drop of his spunk out of him, I stare into his hazel eyes.

Our breath is ragged, and my heart is thundering in my chest, beating so loud in my ears, I’m sure he can hear it.

As he softens inside of me, a smile crosses his lips.

I lie down on top of him, nuzzling my face into his neck, and he strokes my back.

He places a gentle kiss on top of my head and wraps me in his arms, pulling me hard against him.

Raising my head, I look into his eyes again and see the torrent of emotions coursing through me reflected back at me.

“I love you, Marcus,” I say.

His laugh is a deep rumble in his chest. “There it is,” he says, obviously pleased with the sound of his name falling from my lips. “And I love you, too, Morgan. With everything in me.”

He kisses me again. It’s slow and sweet and tender. I can feel the depth of his emotion in his kiss, and it takes my breath away. I’ve never felt more cared for than I do in that moment. More than that, I’ve never felt safer. I never thought I could feel for somebody the way I feel for him.

Marcus has shown me things and made me feel things I never thought possible. He’s made me feel loved. But perhaps the most important thing he’s shown me is how to let myself be loved. I place a gentle kiss on the end of his nose, drawing a soft laugh from him.

“I have an idea,” I say.

“Tell me.”

“Let’s go finish that shower we started,” I say. “Then order in tonight.”

“I love the way you think.”

Taking his hand, I help him off the bed and lead him into the bathroom, fighting the urge to pinch myself yet again and simply accept that this is real. I glance over my shoulder just to make sure he’s still there, just in case.