Page 15 of One Night With My Grumpy Professor Daddy

Pressing the extra steam function of my marble bath, I conjure thoughts of Ava getting on her knees, between my legs and taking my dick in her mouth. I lather my hands, offering a couple of full, slow strokes, squeezing my shaft with just enough pressure while sliding along my length. I imagine Ava’s lips and her mouth taking me all the way…popping on and off till I let go, coming down her throat.

Fuck.

I hang in the shower, washing away the remanence of my pleasure and let the steam work its magic a bit longer. By the time I step out, I’m refreshed, focused and ready to kickstart the day.

I make my way to Zoe’s room and press the blinds open. She looks like a princess sleeping beneath the drapes of her circular canopy bed.

“Good morning, princess—time to wake up,” I say softly, rubbing her back.

She stirs, opening her eyes to look at me.

“Daddy? What time is it?” She says with a yawn.

“It’s time for school. Come on, let’s get ready,” I say as I motion for her to get up. She shakes her head and mouths, “I don’t wanna go to school today— I wanna stay with you.” she grabs her Princess Fiona plushy and looks up at me with her big, beautiful eyes. Zoe is usually dragging me to school.

Why the sudden change?

“I’m just sleepy,” she signs. And my alarm bells relax. My baby girl is just tired.

“Must be all the tennis practice,” I say out loud. “Alright, let’s make a deal. If you go to school today, you get extra chocolate tonight.”

She squints at me and sticks out her pinky. I don’t need to read her lips to know what she’s saying, “I pinky promise,” I say as we lock our fingers.

A grin makes its way to her face, and I chuckle. “Alright, Princess, go get ready. I’ll see you downstairs for breakfast.”

I turn on the coffee maker and get the pan out of the cabinet.

Images of Ava dance in and out of my head as I cook. I can’t stop thinking about when she looked me dead in the eye and said her name. But she doesn’t seem right—she’s different from that girl four years ago. I mean, she’s still as beautiful as ever, that hasn’t changed, but the beach babe I remember was so joyful, full of life and carefree.

This woman?

Her eyes are fierce, a whole different story… it’s tough to believe she’s the same wild island beauty.

I usually keep my cool and can figure out what to do, but in a situation like this, I’m left wondering what the hell’s the right move. I can’t just walk up and talk to her. If I did, what would I say,

You never left my mind…I can’t stop thinking about that night with you.

That’s ridiculous. How about,

I’d give anything to taste those lips again, to run my hands through your hair. When I saw you, I imagined running my tongue down your neck and kissing the soft places that make you moan….

“Daddy? What’s burning?”

Zoe’s voice jolts me because she hardly speaks when we’re together. Let alone raise her voice. I look up at her and notice the burnt bacon in the pan.

“Shit!”

“Daaad. Put your money in the jar.”

I need to get my head straight. I turn off the stove, place the pan in the sink, turn and say. “How does cereal sound?”

After dropping off my baby girl at school, I drive to campus and head straight to my office. I usually start the day by going through my emails, but I can feel a headache coming. It’s going to be an extra cup of coffee kind of morning.

You need to focus, Drake, focus, man.

To distract myself, I start grading. And halfway through, there’s a knock on the door.

Thinking it’s my coffee order, I call for the person on the other side to come in without looking up. I can practically taste the dark brew.

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