Basketball Babymaker
BASKETBALL BABYMAKER
AN OLDER MAN YOUNGER WOMAN ROMANCE
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A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS, 104
FLORA FERRARI
CONTENTS
Copyright
A Man Who Knows What He Wants Series
Basketball Babymaker
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Epilogue
Extended Epilogue
Series
Newsletter
COPYRIGHT
Copyright © 2019 by Flora Ferrari.
All Rights Reserved.
No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
The following story contains mature themes, strong language and sexual situations. It is intended for mature readers.
A MAN WHO KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS
Book 1: Baby Lust
Book 2: Veteran
Book 3: Built
Book 4: Bambino
Book 5: Rescued
Book 6: Leader
Book 7: Professor
Book 8: Burned
Book 9: Worldly
Book 10: Pistol
Book 11: Policed
Book 12: Driven
Book 13: Lucky 13
Book 14: Lumberjacked
Book 15: Protector
Book 16: Carpenter
Book 17: Italian Stallion
Book 18: Gardener
Book 19: Budapest Billionaire’s Virgin
Book 20: Billionaire’s Babysitter
Book 21: Cocky CFO
Book 22: Fireman’s Filthy 4th
Book 23: Mechanic
Book 24: SEAL’s Secret
Book 25: Police, Pooch, and Smooch
Book 26: Fireman’s Fake Fiancée
Book 27: Billionaire’s Virgin Ballerina
Book 28: Bitcoin Billionaire’s Babysitter
Book 29: Veterans Day Daddy
Book 30: Cowboy’s Christmas Carol
Book 31: Police Officer’s Princess
Book 32: Statham
Book 33: Bodyguard
Book 34: Greek God
Book 35: Billionaire Single Dad's Babysitter
Book 36: Mountain Man
Book 37: SEAL’s Justice
Book 38: Royal Romance
Book 39: Doctor Mountain Man’s Special Delivery
Book 40: Crocodile Dan D
Book 41: Mountain Man’s Secret Baby
Book 42: Doctor Bad Boy’s Secret Baby
Book 43: Cop’s Babysitter
Book 44: Nanny for the Cop Next Door
Book 45: Small Town SEAL’s Saving Grace
Book 46: Cop’s Fake Fiancée
Book 47: Billionaire’s Nanny
Book 48: Cowboy’s Babysitter
Book 49: Steamy
Book 50: Brother’s Best Friend
Book 51: Possessive Professor
Book 52: Firefighter’s Babysitter
Book 53: Soldier’s Secret Baby
Book 54: Ward’s Independence Day
Book 55: Doctor Next Door
Book 56: Possessive Policeman
Book 57: Coached by the MMA Fighter
Book 58: Boss’s Babysitter
Book 59: Virgin in New York
Book 60: Rock Star’s Baby
Book 61: Possessive Protector
Book 62: Possessive Australian
Book 63: Best Friend’s Brother
Book 64: Possessive Cowboy
Book 65: Summer Romanced
Book 66: Possessive Prince
Book 67: Lovers’s Enemy
Book 68: Cop’s Best Friend
Book 69: Possessive Firefighter
Book 70: Football Next Door
Book 71: Doctor December
Book 72: Possessive Canadian
Book 73: Blue Collar Billionaire
Book 74: Possessive K-9 Cop
Book 75: Possessive Brazilian
Book 76: Hockey Obsession
Book 77: Possessive Boston Irish American MMA Fighter
Book 78: Halloween Next Door
Book 79: Possessive Russian
Book 80: Baseball Mine
Book 81: Cop’s Caribbean Captive
Book 82: Instalove Island
Book 83: Dad’s Best Friend
Book 84: Thanksgiving with Dad’s Boss
Book 85: Possessive Italian Neighbor
Book 86: Possessive Portuguese
Book 87: Possessive Christmas Cop
Book 88: Russian’s Obsession
Book 89: Possessive Doctor’s Christmas
Book 90: Possessive Parisian Pilot
Book 91: U.K. Boxing Day
Book 92: Jealous Russian Stalker
Book 93: Italian Mountain Man
Book 94: Aggressive Russian
Book 95: Possessive Valentine
Book 96: Possessive Hunter
Book 97: Dad’s Russian Mafia Friend
Book 98: Russian Teacher
Book 99: Australian Obsession
Book 100: Russian Next Door
Book 101: Dad’s Irish Friend
Book 102: Nanny for the Russian Mafia
Book 103: Best Friend’s Dad
Book 104: Basketball Babymaker
BASKETBALL BABYMAKER
My dad’s best friend is an All-Star basketball player…and the star of my dreams and wildest fantasies.
I’ve had my eye on him since I was eighteen, and after my mother’s tragic death forces me back home to live with my father, it’s clear to see that this older man has his eye on this younger woman.
When my dad’s not able to do his job, for the first time I, as my father’s apprentice, get to step in and direct a big time commercial for my dad’s best friend’s new signature basketball shoe.
And when we see each other, it’s the first time I’ve ever been one hundred percent sure that I’ve met the man I’m ready to give my first time to.
Will my dad’s best friend take his biggest shot yet, risking fame, fortune, and most importantly my father’s friendship in the hopes of the HEA I’ve always wanted?
Or when it comes to this younger woman will this older man decide to pass, meaning I never get a real shot at love with the only man I ever wanted?
*Basketball Babymaker is an insta-everything standalone instalove romance with an HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.
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CHAPTER 1
Stephen
“Where’s Al at?”
Keith, our assistant coach, looks at his watch. “He should have been here five minutes ago.”
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“Al’s never late. Never,” I say bouncing the basketball into our practice facility’s parquet floor extra hard, catching it at waist level on its way back up.
“First time for everything,” Keith says.
“And that’s definitely the first time I’ve ever seen… her,” I say, my eyes darting across the gym to the young woman who’s just walked in through the visitor’s entrance. I finished my sentence with “her” but “a woman that beautiful” would have worked equally as well. How have I never seen her before?
A professional basketball team and its staff is a tight-knit group. During the season we’re doing everything together including traveling, eating, and tons of conditioning.
We’re in the playoffs fighting for a championship right now, but damn…when it comes to this women I want to make her the champion of my castle, under the condition that she can’t travel anywhere…that’s she’s tied up to my bed for days as I cover her body in Hershey’s chocolate syrup and lick off every last drop…at least thirty times, which would match my age and my jersey number.
She’s at the other end of the ninety-four foot court, and not all the lights are turned on in here, but my eyes are locked in on her as she makes her way straight towards us.
Behind her are a group of much older men with oversized Pelican cases.
She’s tiny, no more than five foot four at most, and young, barely twenty maybe? But the way she’s out in front of the pack of those big dudes that look like off-duty Special Forces operators makes it look like they work for her.
“Mr. Saffron,” she says with confidence as she glides over our logo at half court.
“Yeah,” I say. This may just be our practice court but nobody’s allowed to just march up in here and ask for me like that. Athletes are modern day gladiators, and this is our coliseum where we shed our blood and sweat. And just like hundreds of years ago in Rome I’m thinking I’d win whatever challenge was put in front of me just to have a chance to kiss the hand of this queen.
“I’m Skylar Attwell…Al’s daughter. We’ll be working together today.”
The basketball drops from my hand.
“Al doesn’t have a daughter,” I say, wondering if this is one of those goofy reality TV shows. This could be some ridiculous prank someone’s filming for YouTube for all I know. Or maybe the other team is sending some absolute dime, a term we ballplayers use for a perfect ten of a woman, and a term I’ve never used, over here to mess with me…throw me off my game.
I’m not gonna let it work. I’m not gonna let it work. I’m not gonna let it work. I just keep repeating it, thinking it into existence.
“He does and I’m it, and we’re late. We need to get started right away.”
“I’m right on time. You’re late.”
“Al sends his apologies. He couldn’t make it today. That’s why I’m here.”
Oh, you’re here all right. She’s moving closer and closer and I feel my body leaning toward her from where I stand. My feet want to move toward her like one of those cheesy movies where two characters see each other for the first time and go running into each other’s arms.
Those movies are stupid, completely lame…until they happen to you.
Damn! What is this pull this woman has on me? I try and keep my feet planted, but I take a step forward, unable to control my movements.
“Jeff, Dave…let’s set up over there,” she says pointing to the baseline. “Keith, Rob…lights back here by the three point line facing the basket.” She turns and looks at the biggest of the guys. “Rick, let’s get camera one over here.” Then she turns to another man in her crew. “And James, let’s get some B-roll footage for the behind the scenes online stuff from this angle.”
My dick is hard as a rock as this woman directs these Special Forces operator look-alikes just like that…like she’s the commander of an assault.
And this is an assault all right. She’s stormed right into my court, my house so to speak, and has taken whatever she wants.
Well I want to take something my-damn-self.
And that’s her.
CHAPTER 2
Skylar
You can do this. You got this. Nobody knows this is your first time.
I keep repeating my Stuart Smalley type aspirational thoughts. Fake it until you make it, right?
Well, I’m sure as hell not faking my desire for Stephen. He’s the league’s leading shooter, draining three point baskets from deep, and even from here I can see that’s not the only thing that’s deep and needs draining.
I swear I can see his long, hanging, thick cock through those flimsy gym shorts from here. And about three seconds after I spot it it’s not flimsy anymore. It’s standing at attention and by the way he’s grimacing it’s not because he’s upset with my coming in here and attempting to take over. He needs a release, and not the kind that involves a basketball.
I try not to stare, but how can I miss the only object in the room that’s longer and harder than the steel structure that supports the hoop? I can’t.
And I’m so wet right now that I have to be careful not to drip all the way down to the floor. Imagine explaining to the ad agency that the star of the league slipped and fell on a wet spot on the court…that I created.
Basketball sexual puns are running through my head like all the thoughts I’ve been having about him ever since he won the MVP award two years ago.
At the time I was just an eighteen-year-old girl, living all the way on the other coast with my mom. I wasn’t that involved in my father’s life, but once my mom passed away I was devastated. I started watching TV and by chance I flipped on one of Stephen’s games.
The way he moved with the ball was like poetry, and the way he shot was magical. I’m not even a sports fan, or at least I wasn’t back then, but watching this man maneuver through bodies much bigger than his only to release a shot that just barely missed being blocked by men that were over seven feet and two hundred and fifty pounds was incredible. What was more incredible were their reactions, and the fans…and I quickly became one, as the ball would fall straight through the net oftentimes well over thirty feet away.
Magazines said he was “reinventing the way basketball was played.” He wasn’t tall, by basketball standards, but at six foot three and one hundred and ninety pounds of muscle he was a lot bigger and stronger than me.
I’d stay up late on the east coast just to watch him play all the way out in California. And after the bank repossessed the house my mom had just bought, I decided to move out west and start over anew.
I got a catering job and as luck would have it one day we worked on a commercial set. I asked some of the crew about their jobs, grilling them with questions in exchange for extra food that day. We were only hired to work until seven p.m., but I stayed around after, just watching how a commercial was shot…and how long it took to just get fifteen or thirty seconds of footage.
As seven p.m. quickly became midnight, and one of the crew members had to go, I just grabbed some reflectors and jumped right onto the set.
It was amazing being a part of it, even if I wasn’t supposed to and I wasn’t getting paid. The director didn’t know. For all he knew I was just another person trying to make it in Hollywood. They are a dime a dozen, and there were at least a dozen on set that day.
We wrapped at four a.m. and I had to be up at five to report for another catering gig.
I made it and immediately when it was over I met up with one of the other young grips, as they’re called, from the commercial and discussed how I could get a job in the industry.
The big thing I was leaving out was that my dad already worked in the industry, but I didn’t want a handout. I knew he was still mad at me for going to live with my mom. I hadn’t even called him since I’d moved out to Hollywood, not more than a ten minute drive from him.
But true to the saying that “it’s a small world” he found out I was in town and over the course of the next six months we reconciled. He broug
ht me in to work with him and a year and a half later here I was, leading my first shoot at the tender age of twenty.
Technically I didn’t have all the credentials I needed, but then again I was just filling in for my dad today. My dad had done so many shoe commercials over the years that he knew the shoe company wouldn’t actually be on set. They trusted him completely and gave him creative control with very minimal guidance.
When he got food poisoning last night he’d initially thought to cancel the shoot, which had me damn near distraught.
I’d been looking forward to this for weeks, ever since we booked it. I knew Stephen worked exclusively with my dad and I wanted to meet him…and a whole lot more.
Fortunately I convinced my dad to let me lead the shoot, which mostly just meant following out the plan he’d already laid out. I could FaceTime him from the location and if anything came up it was almost like he was right there. Plus his crew was not to be messed with and could film a commercial in their sleep.
Speaking of sleep last night I didn’t get any, just thinking of Stephen all night. You’d think I was dreaming about my first opportunity to direct and in some ways I was. But this was much bigger than work, this was…him…the man who’d got me through the toughest time in my life even though we didn’t even know each other.