Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22323 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22323 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Book # 52
My Best Friend's Silver Fox DADDY
"Can Morgan and Marcus navigate the complexities of their age-gap romance without losing everything?"
Morgan has always adhered to the girl never cross the line with your best friend’s father. But as the university’s sports reporter, she finds herself irresistibly drawn to Coach Marcus Hooper, her best friend Kelsey’s silver fox dad. With his rugged charm and magnetic presence, Marcus is everything she’s ever fantasized about.
Marcus has lived by the rules his entire life, but the moment he sees Morgan as a stunning woman, those rules begin to blur. As their chemistry ignites, he must grapple with the consequences of pursuing a forbidden romance.
Can Marcus and Morgan resist the pull of their desires?
Morgan
The girl code has rules. They may be unwritten rules, but they’re rules, nonetheless. They’re as immutable as time and gravity. It’s been that way since the dawn of time, I guess, passed down from woman to woman through the generations. And one of those rules is - you don’t sleep with your best friend’s father.
It’s a rule I have been struggling with since I was in high school. My best friend Kelsey’s dad, a former pro basketball player and now coach of my university’s team, is one of the hottest men I’ve ever met. He’s everything I’ve ever wanted in a man, and that high school crush blossomed into something much bigger and much deeper as I’ve gotten older. I think it’s safe to say that at some point, I fell in love with him. Deeply and madly.
But there are rules.
Marcus
There are rules. There have always been rules. As a former pro ball player and current coach of my alma mater’s basketball team, I’ve lived my life by the whistle. By the rules. There are things you can and can’t do. It’s a way of life I’ve been accustomed to since the day I picked up a ball. It makes life a lot easier to know and heed the rules.
The trouble is that not all those rules are written. Some of them straddle a gray area. Some might not see the problem with a particular action, while others will most definitely blow the whistle on you. And one of those rules is that you do not sleep with your daughter’s best friend.
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MORGAN
Iclimb out of my car and smooth down my sundress. It’s short, but not scandalously so. Just enough to show off a little leg and make him think about what I’ve got underneath it. I smile to myself and walk to the front door, and knock. I shouldn’t be teasing him this way, but I’ve had a crush on Marcus Hooper for as long as I can remember. Of course, the fact that he’s my best friend’s father has made that a bit … problematic.
Kelsey is horrified by my crush on her dad. But it’s not like I can help it. He’s hot. He’s smart, funny, and there’s just something about him that turns me on. I can’t count the number of my fantasies he’s starred in. It doesn’t help that I’ve caught him looking at me. When he does, I can see the gleam of desire in his eyes. He always makes some excuse to get out of the room, but I’ve seen it all the same. And I can’t help but wonder how many fantasies of his I’ve starred in. Just thinking about it makes me tingle.
The front door opens, and Marcus is standing there in shorts and a t-shirt. His hair is tousled, and his cheeks and chin are covered in salt and pepper stubble that I find incredibly sexy. Six-three with a lean, fit body and broad shoulders, Marcus’s hair is dark with flecks of gray, making him look distinguished. He’s forty-one, almost twenty years my senior, but he’s got the body of a man half his age. He’s in incredible shape, which I guess is probably a prerequisite for our university’s head basketball coach.
He blinks, startled to see me standing on his doorstep. “Morgan. Hey,” he says with a small smile. “What are you doing here?”
“I left something in Kelsey’s room,” I say sweetly. “Would you mind if I just ran up and grabbed it real quick?”
“Uh, yeah. Of course.”
“Thanks, Mr. Hooper.”
I walk in and dash up the staircase, putting a little extra swish in my hips since I can feel his eyes locked on my ass. Might as well give him a little show.
“We’re all grown-ups now, Morgan. You can call me Mack,” he calls after me.
“Sure thing, Mr. Hooper,” I call back.
Kelsey left yesterday for a summer program abroad. It was only later, after dropping her off at the airport, that I realized I’d left my recorder in her room. As an aspiring sports journalist, I work for the university paper and need my recorder for interviews, so it wasn’t like I planned to pop in while her father was home alone. It’s just a happy coincidence.
I slip into her room and look around, trying to remember where I left it. I spot it sitting on her nightstand, half-buried under her scarf. Scooping it up, I turn around and a squeal bursts from my mouth when I see Mr. Hooper leaning against the door jamb, his arms folded over his chest. His golden-hazel eyes bore into me, making my heart skip a beat.
“Did you find what you were looking for?” he asks.
I hold up the recorder for him to see. “I did, thanks. I’ve got a couple of interviews today and I needed this.”
He nods. “That’s good.”
We stand in silence for a moment, just staring at each other. The air in the room crackles with an awkward tension, and as his eyes roam my body, I feel myself growing wet and warm. Part of me wants to take him by the hand, lead him to his room—because let’s face it, doing it in in his daughter’s room would just be weird—throw him down on his bed, then fuck his brains out. I may be a virgin, but I’ve got a very good imagination, and I’ve watched plenty of porn.
I know I won’t do that, though. I may have an active imagination, but I’m not an overly assertive girl. Not really. In my fantasies, I’m practically a dominatrix. But in the real world, I’m a bit shy and reserved. Probably because I don’t have much experience with men, and I’m terrified that if I make the first move, I’ll be laughed at. Kelsey tells me it’s all in my head and that I just need to learn to go for it, but it’s one of those things that’s a lot easier said than done.
I clear my throat. “So, you’ve got the whole house to yourself for the next couple of months, huh? What are you going to do with yourself?”
I cringe inwardly when I realize just how that sounds. The double meaning in my words wasn’t intentional, but when I see the flash of hunger in his eyes, I know it didn’t need to be. Mr. Hooper runs a hand through his hair and seems to be trying very hard to control himself.