Page 59 of Detective Daddy Next Door

"I think five months. It might be longer."

"Oh my God."

"I wanted to surprise you. I’m glad you’re happy about it."

"It’s a wonderful surprise."

He leans forward and I lean toward him. We kiss. A refreshing kiss. Now that I know that he'll be staying longer, my heart is charged again. It was losing power. But now it's plugged in and fully charged. When we get to that bridge in five months or more, we'll cross it. Right now, I just want to be beneath him, literally. Or on top of him. I want to be consumed by him. He has the same look on his face, his brown eyes burning through my dress, scathing me with the fire of desire.

Soon, we're heading out of the restaurant, into the car and on our way home. When we open the front door, he locks it quickly and pulls me into his arms.

"I've been thinking of doing this all night long. All day, actually."

"Same here."

"Oh," he says rather than asks, tilting his head.

He runs his hands over my back, searching for my zipper. He finds it and peels it down. I slip my tongue over the side of his face. He tastes of aftershave and something sweet. I also feel his stubble. It doesn't deter me. I like how sharp it is on my tongue. It replicates how I feel. Sharp and hot. He makes to pull my dress off my shoulders, but I stop him and step away from him. Walking backward, I edge into the living room and slip into the hallway. When I'm halfway down the hall, I see him appear at the start of the hallway. I reach the bedroom door, open it and disappear into it. When I'm in, I quickly take my dress, my bra, and panties off and let my hair loose. He appears at the door to see me lying on the bed, naked. My legs crossed, my elbows raising me up.

"That was quick," he comments.

"Your turn."

He holds eye contact while peeling off his black suit jacket. He drops it on the floor and unbuttons his shirt slowly. When he’s done unbuttoning it, he rips it off. As he pulls it off his body, his toned arms flex, and I just want him to hold me tight with them. He steps out of his pants and boxer briefs. He’s standing in front of me, naked, his dick huge and erect. I point one finger at him and motion to him. It’s been a while. The case and ordeal I went through took a toll on our sex life. I want this to be slow. I want to feel it. I want him to take me gently. But as he walks toward me, I know this isn’t how it’ll go. I can see his chest lifting and falling. He wants me as badly as I want him, and he’s not going to be gentle. I spread my legs as I surrender to him. He kneels, then crawls to me. I draw in a shaky breath in anticipation. He takes his dick in his hand and buries it deep inside of my pussy. Only then do I let out a growly breath as he takes me away.

Chapter 24

Myles

It'sbeensevenmonthssince I started the new case in Long Beach, and the assignment has finally come to an end. I've been thinking lately. Bria and I have gotten even closer. We're practically inseparable now. Leaving Long Beach would break me. So, I've been considering staying. I mean, it's the perfect time. I'll be retiring in two months. That means there'll be no more assignments, no more cases to travel for. I'm sure I'll find something to do, but the point is I'm no longer obligated to be at a certain place at a certain time. Of course, I'll miss being in service, and I know that if I had not met Bria, the thought of retiring would have been a big dread for me. But I'm not lonely anymore. I no longer dread retirement. I have served for close to twenty years; it's time to live for something else. But the problem is I have a house in Denver, and I’m expected to move out of the house in Long Beach soon. Am I ready to rent over here when I have a place somewhere else?

Sonya agreed to sign the divorce papers some months ago. Apparently, she's found someone who makes her genuinely happy, and now she has no need to make my life miserable anymore. She said this to me. I'm glad she'll finally let me be. The divorce will be finalized in a few days, and I'll be completely free.

Bria’s stepmom and dad have invited us to dinner, along with her sister, Aria, her sister’s husband Connor, and their kids. I've been to their house six times for dinner in the past few months. Bria and I decided to tell them what happened to her at the second dinner I was invited to. Her father, Charles, was perturbed. Amy couldn't believe her ears. And yes, now they know that my name isn’t Jasper. I'm glad it's all cleared up now. They're an amazing family, and I'm glad to be accepted by them. Of course, Charles warned me that if I hurt his daughter, I'll not leave with any of my teeth. That's enough to keep me in line. I smile to myself as I tuck my shirt in.

"What are you smiling at?" Bria asks from where she's seated on the bed.

"Your dad."

"What did he do this time?"

"I was just remembering when he promised I'll lose all of my teeth if I hurt you."

She laughs, then mean mugs me. "And he means it."

"He’ll get his knuckles broken in the process."

Bria shakes her head and laughs. "You'd be surprised how strong he is. And you don’t mess with girl dads. You are one, you know what I mean." She gets up and comes to the mirror. “You know, they're getting older, and it scares me. Especially Dad."

I turn to the side to hold her. "They’ve got a lot more years left in them.”

She nods and smooths the collar of my shirt. "We need to get going. You know how Amy hates when people are late."

With Ellie in the backseat, Bria in the passenger seat and me in the driver's seat, we drive off.

"Ellie," Amy says, bending down to kiss her.

Ellie giggles. "Is Ethan and Ceci here?"

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