Page 176 of Payoff Pitch

“There’s no one better at it.” She opens the door. “Go celebrate. Have fun. The girls will be fine.”

“Thanks, Fallon. For everything.” She knows I mean more than this. We couldn’t have made it through Bailey’s training without Fallon helping with the girls.

She smiles. “Always.”

I head back to our suite. Bailey should be back any minute. I want to draw a bath for her so she can finally relax after a crazy time period that saw her away from home a lot. She struggled with it, often questioning what she was doing, but it all paid off for her. Today was the culmination of everything she worked toward, and I couldn’t have imagined a more fitting finale for her. She deserves every bit of the attention being thrown her way. I’m already fielding about a thousand offers of sponsorship for her, but I doubt she’ll consider any.

In the elevator, I think about this journey. The ups and downs.

I chuckle to myself as I realize what today was. It was the payoff pitch.

I’m anticipating a sweet evening reuniting and celebrating with her when I walk into my hotel suite. There’s nothing sweet about what’s waiting for me.

Bailey is sitting at the table, completely naked except for my Team USA hat and her gold medal around her neck. Her legs are up on the table, spread open for me. I notice her closed laptop next to her. I think I know what it means.

I nod at her. “I like your hat.”

She gives me a sexy smile and nods toward the large bulge now tenting my pants. “I can see that.”

I nod at the medal. “I like your jewelry.”

“I’ve got plans for that.”

“Hmm.” I motion toward the laptop. “Does that mean what I think it does?”

She smiles. “It does.”

Bailey published a book a year ago with tremendous success. It was a child-appropriate book about blended families.

She shifted course on the sports one she had been working on for years. She wanted it to include this last part of her journey. She held off on the last chapter until the Olympics were over.

Publishers have been clamoring for it. I’ve been fielding offers, but she wanted to wait to see how the story concluded. Oh, what an ending it is. Her heroics of today will cause a bidding war.

She removes her gold medal and winks at me. “I gave my gold-medal performance, now it’s your turn.”

I’m a little confused as I take it from her, until she places her wrists together and holds them out for me. “Why don’t you make use of that?”

I smile in realization as I use the ribbon of the medal to tie her wrists together. I then slowly run my fingertip up her bare leg. Goosebumps immediately spread across her skin and her pink nipples pebble. I love the effect I still have on her.

My finger continues its upward trajectory on her body until I reach the hat and flick it off. “I want to see your eyes. Keep them on me.”

She nods. She knows what her intimate eye contact does to me.

“I thought you’d want it slow and sweet tonight. It’s been an emotional day.”

She shakes her head and runs her tongue along her lower lip. “I want you to do me in a manner in which you’re questioning the whole time whether or not I’ll use my safe words.”

“Is that so? Well, then get on the bed on all fours. I want your ass in the air. Now.”

Her eyes shade over with lust. “Whatever you want, Daddy.”

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