Art's face was covered in lipstick, the red pigment staining his pale skin. Lily was trying her best to apply makeup on Art's face in order to "make him pretty." Art loved this sort of thing, playing with his little girl and making her smile. He was a dad at heart, even when he was playing tennis.

Recently retired tennis player Art Donaldson had finally thrown in the towel. After six grand slams and practically becoming the face of tennis for the past few years, Art had realized that he was tired. He wanted to sleep in with you, and he wanted to spend time with your young daughter. So, after a lot of contemplation, he retired and decided to focus his efforts on the foundation for a while.

The once thought to be permanent eye bags under his sky blue eyes had disappeared within a month of his retirement. Art was feeling like a brand new man, surrounded by favorite girls, and he would have it no other way.

"What if you break out from all of this gunk on your face?" You asked him as you used one of your makeup wipes to remove the red lipstick off of his face. Art just sat on the edge of the bed with a tired smile on his face. "It would be worth it," he mumbled in reply.

Art had always been a girl dad, he had always been good with Lily and treating her like a little princess. But when he wasn't spoiling your daughter, he was spoiling you. After all, you were Mrs. Donaldson, and what better is Art to do than spoil you, too?

He leaned into the touch of the makeup wipe as he reached for your wrist. He brought your skin to his lips, adorning your skin with feather light kisses. His ministrations caused the current removal of lipstick to pause as your attention honed in on his face. He had never looked so happy, only when he was with you and Lily.

"Perhaps I should tell Lily no next time," Art murmurs against your skin as his lips travel up your arm, effectively pulling you in between his legs against the bed.