Page 26 of Detective Daddy Next Door

I gave him the invitation card and I know he can find his way to the church.

When we arrive, Dad is already waiting outside the doors to walk Aria down the aisle. I'm standing at the altar with the bridesmaids holding a bouquet of flowers when Myles walks in like he's the main character today. Heads turn to look at him. And it's all because he's tall and deviously handsome. He’s wearing a navy-blue suit, his hair combed to the back. I adjust my dress and wonder why I'm nervous.

Everything goes by in a blur after that. Soon, the newlyweds are heading to the reception. Dad and Amy are leaving, too, and I guess I'll have to introduce Myles to them at the reception.

Later, I give a moving speech, and we all toast the newly married couple. After the father-daughter dance, the dance floor is open to everyone.

"Let's go meet my dad and stepmom,” I say to Myles.

On our way over, I see Daisy and Ava sitting at a table. I guess they found each other at the church and came to the reception together. Ava looks stunning in a wine-colored dress with her dark hair curled and twisted into an updo.

Dad is already looking at us as we approach.

"Dad, Amy. This is Jasper…my boyfriend."

Amy looks at him and taps the empty seat beside her, while Dad looks at him like he's stolen something from him. While Amy grills him, I have a conversation with Dad. I'm not worried about Myles; I know he can hold his own. I know he will never slip and say something that'll expose the lie.

"Don't you think he's a little too old for you?" Dad asks.

I point over to Aria and Connor at the high table. "Don't they look happy?"

He squints his eyes and sighs. "You've always been the stubborn one. But if you're happy, then I am."

They are being protective because of what Chad, my ex, did to me. I understand. I may not be a kid anymore, but I'm still his baby, and Dad just wants me to be happy. I look over at Myles, who's slapping Amy on the shoulder. They are both laughing. Okay, that was quick.

Dad and Amy go for a dance. I'm bobbing to the music in my chair when Myles asks me to dance. He leads me to the dance floor, and soon we're jumping, singing along to the music with everyone else on the dance floor.

Some hours later, I come back home with Myles. I invite him in.

"To have that soup again?"

I flush. Because I don't know what he means. I'm not sure if he's referring to the soup in literal terms or if he's referring to my pussy.

"Do you want the soup?"

He smiles and nods. "You bet. I think I had too much to drink.”

Just as I shut the door, he descends on me. His hands travel up to my hair to slide out the clip that's holding it up, letting my hair flow freely down.

"You look absolutely beautiful today," he says between kisses.

I giggle as I walk backward to the bedroom. As we move through the hallway, struggling with our clothes and kissing passionately, we bump into things and laugh. I push my door open, and we rush in, not bothering to shut it. He’s skillfully unzipping my dress and it's falling off my body. I put my arms down, taking my hands off him for a second so the dress can slide down to the floor. It pools to the ground and sits around my feet. I step out of it and start to undo his shirt buttons.

His taut chest comes into view. I run my hands over it. Without warning, he pushes me onto the bed and slips off my panties, after which he struggles out of his pants with the zipper already down. I know we agreed to keep it purely business, but resisting Myles is as hard as a child trying to resist candy. It's impossible. I know we’ve had sex twice now, but I want him more each time. When he’s out of his pants, he climbs on the bed after me and I open my legs, ready for him to take me. But he smirks and wags a finger at me.

“Not yet.”

I groan and wonder what tricks he’s got up his sleeve. He pulls a pillow from the top of the bed and puts it beneath my butt. I reach for the other pillow to prop my head up, but he stops me and pushes me down. I’m lying down flat with my head on the bed and my hips raised high on the pillow. I can’t really see my pussy, and I’m sure that’s his intention. Then I feel something wet on my clit. Something wet and warm. It’s his tongue. I take a huge breath and bite my lower lip. He's holding both of my legs down as his tongue glides over my clit. I’m shivering. My legs are weak and I feel needle-like sensations running through my body, I feel them all the way up to my breasts. How does he do it? No man has ever made the connection between my clit and breasts before. No man.

Just as the shivering becomes too much, signaling my release, he stops abruptly.

“Fuck!” I yell.

He wags a finger at me again. “Not yet.”

I’m panting as though I just finished running a marathon and bring my legs together. “I can’t take it anymore.”

“You can,” he says, then spreads my legs.

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