Page 12 of Wrong Number, Right Grumpy Single Dad

It was time for her to meet my daughter.

Another week passed, another week of flirty texts and sexting for hours, wishing we could be together.

Finally, by Friday, I couldn’t wait any longer. I invited her over after Amylee went to bed, and we spent the night talking and making love until she snuck out at dawn.

As I walked her to her car, I grabbed her by the hand and pulled her against me, sneaking in one last hug and kiss. “Imogen, I love spending time with you. I think I’m falling in love with you.”

Imogen gasped before she looked up at me with wide eyes filled with unshed tears. “Really?”

I nodded.

“I’m falling in love with you, too.”

I kissed her as the tears spilled down her cheeks. “Will you meet my daughter tomorrow? Maybe for lunch? We can still have our date. I don’t want to stop those.”

“Of course, I’d love to.”

I kissed her over and over until we finally broke apart and said goodnight.

The following day, Imogen arrived for lunch and my daughter answered the door with excitement, as I kept her in suspense of who the mystery guest was.

“The bird lady?” Amylee said in complete seriousness.

Imogen and I burst into laughter.

“Yep, that’s me. Though, I prefer animal whisperer.”

“You help other animals too?”

“Oh yes. Lots of cats and dogs, mostly. But I still help out at the bird rescue.”

“That’s so cool.” Amylee waved Imogen inside and took her hand. “Let me show you my room!”

I grinned from ear to ear, a warm feeling filling me whole.

We spent the afternoon eating and playing dolls before dropping Amylee off at my parents for the night. Imogen tried to wait in the car, but my daughter insisted she come inside. A meet up with my parents wasn’t in my plans but it happened anyway.

After we left, I took her back to my place, neither one of us able to keep our hands to ourselves as we tumbled inside, clothes flying in every direction. Seeing her all afternoon and not being able to take her to bed damn near killed me.

Within minutes, I slid inside and made love to my most perfect girl.

“I love you,” I whispered to her for the first time as I held her in my arms later that night after a dinner of takeout Chinese food.

Imogen took my face in her hands and kissed me hard. “I love you too.”

After another round of love making, I brought strawberries and whipped cream to bed for dessert.

I watched as Imogen dipped the strawberry into the whipped cream and held it up between us, a devilish look in her eyes and a sexy as fuck grin painting her gorgeous lips.

Without a word, she gently ran the strawberry down my chest, over my abs, stopping when she reached the waistband of my boxers.

My dick already pitched a tent, Imogen studying it with her lustful face.

She licked her lips, and I clutched the sheets.

Her tongue started at my boxers and worked its way up my body, licking every drop of cream.

I nearly came on the spot.