Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 82(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 82(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
"I'm just admiring my wife working."
"Your wife is trying to control a PR disaster."
I take her laptop and set it aside. "My wife is brilliant at her job. And the disaster is already controlled."
"How do you figure that?"
I pull her onto my lap. "Anyone who matters already knows the truth. Coach Anderson, the team."
"The public—"
"The public will believe what they want regardless." I press a kiss to her temple. "In hockey, you learn quick that the only opinions that matter are in the locker room. Everyone else is just noise."
Her hands rest on my chest. "Your endorsements aren't noise. They're your future."
"My future is right here." I touch her face, letting my thumb trace her cheekbone. "The rest is just details."
At first, I was worried about how hard she was working to fix this. But watching her in action—the intelligence, the strategic mind, the absolute competence—my concern has shifted. I don't worry for her anymore. I pity anyone stupid enough to stand in her way.
"Anya's releasing the security footage now," she says, checking her phone. "The full audio transcript will go to selected journalists within the hour."
"And then?"
"And then we wait." She sighs, finally putting her phone down. "Monitor social media response, adjust our strategy if needed."
I pull her closer. "Or we could not do that."
"Sebastian—"
"Kyle's already lost, baby. He just doesn't know it yet." I run my fingers through her hair. "You've outmaneuvered him at every turn."
A small smile finally breaks through her serious expression. "It was pretty satisfying to tell that gossip blogger exactly what Kyle said to me before you intervened."
"See? Crisis handled."
She studies my face. "Why aren't you more worried about this?"
"Because I've already won everything that matters."
"Your career—"
"Is important, but not everything." I meet her gaze directly. "I've proven myself on the ice. Multiple times. Won the championships, broke the records, earned the contracts. If I never played another game, I'd be at peace with what I've accomplished."
"You don't mean that."
"I do." The realization had come to me at the cabin, watching her sleep in the early morning light. "Hockey was everything because I didn't have anything else. Now I do."
"Sebastian..."
"I'm in love with you, Maddison. Not for the cameras. Not for the contract. For real."
She sucks in a sharp breath. "This wasn't part of our agreement."
"Sue me." I plant a kiss on the corner of her mouth. "I fell in love with my wife. Shocking development. Breaking news."
Her eyes search mine, looking for any sign of deception. She won't find any.
"When?" she whispers.
"Maybe the first time I saw you roll your eyes at me across a conference room." I smile at the memory. "Definitely by our wedding night. Without question by the time we left the cabin."
She's quiet for a long moment. Her phone vibrates again, but for the first time, she ignores it.
"I'm in love with you too." Her voice is soft but certain. "I think I have been for a long time."
I pull her closer, resting my forehead against hers. "Then Kyle can say whatever the hell he wants. We already have everything that matters."
Her smile is worth more than every endorsement deal ever signed. "How is this possibly going to work? We're supposed to divorce in a year."
"Change of plans." I kiss her gently. "You're stuck with me now. Forever."
“I feel something stirring.” I sink my hips down freeing space for my erection to flip up. Her eyes widen, “Not now, seriously?”
With one quick manoeuvre I switch places rolling her onto her back on the couch and kiss her deeply. I stand and release my cock, sliding my pants down in one slick motion. Mad springs up and immediately grabs my shaft. She spits and rubs then opens her mouth and slides it down the shaft in one smooth movement. Bobbing rhythmically, slowly, her saliva lubricating as she sucks. Her mouth tightens. I slam my eyes shut. How that might stop me from coming instantly I have no idea, but somehow it works. Maddison stops, removes her slippery lips, and looks up at me, “I like that change of plan”. She returns to her work until I stop her just in time.
I flip her around, kneel, spread her ass-cheeks and folds with my thumbs, then slide my tongue between her pussy lips and suddenly delve deeper into her sweet, wet cunt. She squirms, her butt bucks. I stop, stand, bend forward then I slide my tip into her entrance, slowly, carefully, teasingly, “Oh, for fuck’s sake Sebastian, do it.”
“No more video distractions, today?”
“Fuck me, husband!”
“Certainly will, my dear… wife” We finish in a sweaty, gasping, but flushed and contented heap and collapse onto the couch.
Mad just curls against me, her head on my chest, while her phone keeps buzzing with notifications neither of us care about anymore.
Let Kyle throw his tantrum. Let the media speculate. The truth is between us, solid and real, and that's all that matters.