Page 58 of One Night With My Grumpy Professor Daddy

“Or should I name it five -steps to becoming Mrs. Armstrong?” I look at the ring on my finger and smile. Even though it’s been a few months since we got married, my heart flutters at anything involving Drake. Speak, or rather think of the Devil. At that moment, Drake walks into the house with two bags in his hands while Zoe skips past him with a bouquet of roses and the biggest smile on her face.

“This is for you, Mommy,” she says as she hands me the flowers. She calls me ‘mommy’ so naturally now, and I truly feel accepted. Even though my hair is in a messy bun and I’ve been in lounge clothes all day, Drake winks a sly smile at me, and a shiver runs down my spine. Just looking at this man makes my heart race. And if we were alone, I’d be all over him in a minute.

“We got everything on the list,” he announces, referring to the list I made him this morning. He drops the bags on the marble counters and joins Daphne and me in the living room. Zoe skips out, announcing that she’s going to wash her hands.

“Daphne was just summing up our love story in five steps,” I tell him, and one of his eyebrows goes up.

“Just five?” he chuckles, and she joins him.

“Well, it’s a bit better than mine that can only be summed up in three steps,” she chirps. In response to our curious look, she leans in and clears her throat.

Raising a finger, she starts, “One, start a new job at a realty development firm. Two, allow your silver fox boss to convince you to nanny for his troubled sister’s neglected kids.

Three, end up in his bed and… we’ll see…the rest is history.“ Daphne laughs.

“No…” My eyes widen in shock, and the slight cock of Drake’s head tells me he’s surprised too. “What? No, C’mon… how the hell have you hidden all this with us not having a clue —Is that why you’ve been so tight-lipped about who you’re dating? Oh my God, Daphne.”

She shrugs. “To be fair, it’s too early to know where it will all go… and honestly, it wasn’t intentional—you had a lot going on. Plus, most of this happened a few weeks ago.”

“Spill, now!” I say.

“Yeah… we want details, “Drake adds, and I give him an approving nod.

My best friend looks between our curious faces and shakes her head. “You two are becoming disgustingly similar. Anyway, it all started when you were busy thinking about what to do when you found out Drake was your professor. Well, it turns out that—“

She’s interrupted by a knock on the door. Drake shoots to his feet to answer it.

I don’t hear who’s at the door because I get caught up in Daphne’s story.

A few hours later, after Daphne leaves and Zoe and Zack are thankfully asleep, Drake brings up the package he received earlier this afternoon.

“It’s from my dad—he sent this,” he says as he settles in bed beside me. I look up and down his shirtless body before I focus on what he’s handing over. Drake’s holding out a watch. It’s clearly expensive, but that’s not what’s important. The back is inscribed. It reads, ‘Zack Armstrong,’ and underneath the name is the date of Zack’s birth.

I’m touched by the gesture. And I’m sure Drake is, too. At least it’s an olive branch of sorts. Sure, Drake and his father won’t instantly become best friends, but it’s a step. And I can tell this means a lot to Drake, too, even if he wants to play it off all non-cholent.

“I don’t know what it all means, but if he wants to reach out, you’re not shutting him down, right?” I ask. Drake nods and then looks up at me with a smile that melts my heart. “How do you know me so well?” I shrug even though a small smile appears on my face, too. “Living with you for almost a year must have taught me a thing or two.”

“Or maybe it’s because you’re my soul mate who knows me more than I know myself.”

“Hmm. Something like that,” I say and kiss his cheek. When I withdraw, his arms wrap around my waist, pulling me into him.

“I’d like to know you deeper, deep enough to touch your soul…if you know what I mean.” He wiggles his brow. I can’t help the laughter that rips out of me. “Professor Armstrong, are you running lines?”

”Mrs. Armstrong shut up and kiss me,“ he chuckles before taking my lips in his. Our tongues find each other entwined in an undulating dance. My body tingles everywhere his hands touch. My back, my waist, my ass. I’m instantly ready— I want him.

“Will it ever stop feeling this good?” Trailing kisses down my neck and chest as he plays and sucks my sensitive nipples, I moan. “Never, my love.” He says, his eyes fixated on my chest.

He slips my top down looking at me with stormy eyes and says, “I’ll always be here baby, going and growing deeper with you—Sliding between my legs Drake buries his face into my breasts, inhaling deeply as I lace my fingers in his tussled hair, and whisper.“I love you, professor.”

“And I love you, Kitten.”

THE END

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