Sweet Spot for Victoria (Men of Baseball Book 4) by Hayley Faiman Page A

building is certainly safe, but I’m not sure…” he trails off.
    “All old people, huh?” I ask with a laugh. He nods his head.
    “If you want your privacy, I think I have a much better fit for you. A townhouse on 94 th Street . Its six bedrooms and seven bathrooms for the same price as this place. You’ll have your privacy and an extra bedroom for the children and guests. Plus, it’s new,” he offers. I watch Vic’s eyes light up.
    We rush over to the townhouse and as soon as we pull up to the front of the brick building, Victoria looks at me and I know she loves it.
    “This is it,” she says with a huge smile.
    We walk inside and I know that this is it. This place is perfect. There is a private garage, cellar, and roof decks as well. Plus, an elevator to take you from floor to floor. It is perfect, it is private — it is us . This is a safe place that I have no issues leaving my family in while I go on the road.
    There are no other people in the building to let in any strangers. The whole place is outfitted with alarms and security measures have already been taken. I love everything and Victoria, she is loving all of the amenities it offers—all of the special touches.
    “It has a studio apartment for my family when they come,” she screams, running at me with a huge smile. That smile of hers—this place is hers. The way she’s looking at me right now, like I have the biggest fucking dick on earth, she can have whatever she wants.
    “You want it, hermosa ?” I ask softly. Her eyes light up even brighter, so fucking bright I think they might blind me.
    “I do! So much, Los,” she grins.
    “It’s yours, then,” I say. I turn to the real estate agent and catch his eye before I speak.
    “Offer full price, cash, my wife wants it.”
    I watch as the real estate agent smiles widely, probably thinking about what he’s going to buy with his big fat commission check. We leave the townhouse light and happy. Shit is falling nicely into place and my woman is happy. So fuckin’ happy she can’t wipe the smile off of her face. I look over at her as we drive home and notice her fingers flying over the keypad.
    “Who’re you texting?”
    “The girls. I took pictures and I’m sending them to everyone,” she shrugs. I grin.
    So fucking happy.

    “Smuk, your phone is dancing all over the table, who’s texting you?” Jarrod asks, walking over to me, Clara nestled in his gigantic arms.
    “Victoria. I’m in a group text. She and Carlos found a new place,” I explain, picking up my phone to look at the photos.
    The townhouse looks fantastic and I smile. I am so happy that they have finally worked out their issues.
    “Axel is down and Clara is almost asleep,” Jarrod offers.
    I know exactly what he wants. I turn to him and arch a brow. He growls, making me giggle, and I stand before quickly walking into the bedroom.
    I strip down completely naked and wait, on my knees, in the middle of the bed for my husband, my lover, my man.
    “Show me what I want to see,” he growls after locking the door behind him. When you have toddlers, door locks become a major part of your life.
    I slide my knees apart, showing just enough, but not everything. I watch with my own hunger as he strips his clothes off of his big body. I whimper when he’s completely naked and waiting, hard and ready.
    I watch, my mouth watering, as Jarrod slowly strokes his cock.
    “What do you want?” he asks as he continues to stroke his long, thick, cock, his brow arched with his question, as if he doesn’t know what I want.
    “My cock,” I whimper.
    I’m frustrated.
    That weekend away spoiled me. We fucked like we did when we were first together and it was fantastic.
    “Lay down,” he says. I quickly comply.
    Fuck, but I need this man between my legs, and fast .
    I cry out when I get what I wish and Jarrod slams inside of me. His hands wrap around my waist as he fucks me roughly. Even after all of these years, it is still an adjustment