Saint Bonus

“Hey, where have you been all morning?” Sabrina asks when I enter her office. 

“Nighthawk headquarters.”

She stops jotting down notes on her yellow legal pad and gives me her full attention.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were doing that?”

“Why didn’t you tell me that you rejected a forty-five million dollar deal?”

She pushes away from her desk and stands.

“I did tell you.”

“Not exactly, Sabrina. You told me they were trying to screw me over. That’s not what I heard in the office today. So what’s up? What aren’t you telling me?”

I slide both of my hands underneath her sleep shirt and caress her breasts. They have morphed into the perfect heavy teardrops since having both kids. I can’t decide which I love more, her new heavier tits or her plumper ass. 

“Nothing’s up, Saint,” she exhales with pleasure as I continue to knead her tits.

“You know I’m on the tail end of my career and it’s not like I need more money. I thought the contract was fair.”

“You deserve better.”

“Yeah?” I growl. I lift her up by her ass and she wraps her legs around my waist. I place her gently on the edge of the desk and begin to pepper kisses along the side of her neck. “What exactly do I deserve?”

Sabrina wraps her arms around me and tilts her head to the side to give me full access to her swan-like neck. Then I take a seat in her office chair, scoot myself between her legs and nibble the insides of her thighs.

“Lift your ass so I can pull off these leggings. They are getting in my way.”

I peel off her leggings and panties, then slide myself between her legs, feasting on her pussy as it swells with desire.

“Saint, please.”

The more she begs, the more I want to devour her. It’s not like Sabrina to keep secrets from me. She doesn’t want me to make this deal but she isn’t telling me why. In my experience, the truth will come out after a satisfying climax, so that’s what I’m going to give her.

I slide one of my fingers inside of her, curving it exactly where I can stroke her G-spot, while continuing to work her clit with my lips and tongue.

Her hands grip the edge of the desk so hard, I can see the veins in her hands.

“Please what, baby?” I say with my mouth in between her legs, knowing that the vibration of my voice will drive her crazy.

“It’s not about the money.”

Her head falls back and her breathing grows labored. She’s getting close.

I slide a second finger inside of her and wrap my lips around her left nipple and suck.

“Oh, God.”

“I can do this all day, baby,” I tell her.

I release her breast and remove my fingers from inside of her hoping she momentarily misses me inside of her.

I yank her off the desk, turn her around, and bend her over with one side of her face flat on the desk.

I feel between her legs and she is slick and swollen with need.  

“What’s this about?” I ask her.

She practically mewls as I pull my dick out and enter her pussy from behind. The items on the desk rumble as I pound her from the back over and over.

“Saint.” She whispers my name in blissful agony as if it is like a prayer. 

“Yes, baby?”

“Give me more and I’ll tell you.”

Little minx.

“Ah, so you’ve been the one working me from the start, haven’t you?”

I lick my lips hungrily as I pound her desperately from behind. My dick grows harder and thicker as I watch her ass jiggle with each thrust.  

A few more strokes and we both free-fall into a blissful orgasmic abyss. I’m panting heavily as I sit back in the office chair and pull her down on my lap with me.

“I gave you want you wanted,” I grin. “Now let’s talk.”

She strokes the side of my face with the back of her hand and stares deeply into my eyes. 

“It’s about the terms, Saint. They want you locked for three more years.”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“In three years, Katrina will be seven and in the first grade. Deuce will be starting Kindergarten. Football is a serious commitment that takes up a lot of your time. I’m concerned that you will miss a lot of great moments while you are playing. In some ways, you already have missed a lot. I’m afraid it will be the one big regret of your life.”

I take a moment to digest what my wife is saying to me. Football is a full-time commitment. It’s all I’ve ever done. It’s what I was raised to do. I’ve never known anything else, but perhaps there does come a time when I have to ask myself, what do I do this for? Do I do it for my family, for myself, for my legacy? Because everything I will ever need is right here in this house.

“I know what you’re thinking,” she says, placing a hand on my chest. “You’re thinking that football is all you’ve ever done and that you wouldn’t know what to do with yourself if you weren’t playing the game. But I’m saying that you don’t need all the answers right now. You are Saint fucking Stevenson. You will figure it out. Your next chapter will be just as amazing as your first, especially because your spectacular wife and your amazing children will be right alongside you.

Damn, I love this woman.

“Give me one year to figure it all out,” I ask her.

She nods and lays her head against my chest.

“One year contract. Fifteen million.”

“That sounds like a plan, Mrs. Stevenson.”

I hold her by her waist as she wraps her arms around my neck so that we can kiss to seal the deal.

“Now where are my pants?” She giggles as she scans the floor for her missing leggings.

“What about another round of negotiations?” I wiggle my eyebrows.

“Let’s negotiate some more tonight,” she smiles. “Right now, I have to keep a promise I made to our Mandarin speaking prodigy. I’ve got a future oven roaster to go meet in a chicken coop out back.”

“You’re a cold-blooded woman, Sabrina Stevenson. Think about your kids. Those chickens are their pets. Don’t you dare tell Kitty Kat that one of them will be Sunday dinner one day!”

“What can I do? The new one seems to always want to eat a wing and breast like his daddy. All I think about is eating chicken, not raising one.”

My stomach knots up. 

Deuce is too young to crave a two-piece chicken meal. So what is she talking about?

“The new one?”

“That’s right, Gunslinger. You did it again.”

I hug Sabrina tighter than I probably ever have. Pregnant again. I’m so fucking happy.

“When are you due?”

“In seven months.”

“I don’t want to miss a thing this time. I want to be at every doctor’s appointment. Every sonogram. Every prenatal yoga class.”

“You don’t have to do that, Saint. That’s not what I meant by missing things.”

“But I want to do that. You and the kids are the most important things in my life. The only things that matter. We have enough money. We have a blessed life. So let’s just let the front office know in a day or so that I’ll be retiring. It’s what I want. There’s nothing wrong with retiring while I”m on top.”

I pull Sabrina into my arms and kiss her passionately. 

“Your next chapter starts now,” she whispers into my mouth. “And I can’t wait to write it with you.”

“You already have, Mrs. Stevenson.”

I rub circles around her stomach.

“You already have.”