Page 1 of Wrong Number, Right Single Dad
PROLOGUE
JARED
The passenger door of my truck opens.
A curvy brunette in a simple T-shirt and flowing skirt slides onto the seat. A mix of vanilla and coconut wafts through the air, filling the cabin.
“Did you have any trouble finding the garage?” I ask
“No.” She shakes her head, her brown locks fall over her shoulders and curl around her perfectly plump breasts. “Your directions were clear.”
“Good.” I clear my throat. “Are you comfortable?”
“I am. Are you?”
I nod. Unbuckling my seatbelt, I turn to face her and slide my hand into her hair.
“If you don’t like anything, tell me,” I murmur, lowering my lips to her neck.
“Stop.”
I freeze and pull back. “Stop?”
“Remember, we said no kissing.”
I frown. “I thought that meant on the lips.”
“Let’s say no kissing above the shoulders.”
“Whatever you want.”
Releasing her hair, I slide my hand down to cup her breast. Her eyelids flutter shut, and she sucks in a breath. She isn’t wearing a bra, and her nipple is already hard. I rub my thumb over the pebble, pinching it lightly.
She sucks in a breath.
I smirk. Releasing her breast, my hand roves lower. When I reach her hip, I tug at her skirt, bunching it up until it’s well above her knees. I move my hand between her thighs.
I hiss. She isn’t wearing any panties.
Combing my fingers through the light sprig of curls, I find her seam. I run my middle finger along it.
She gasps again, lifting her hips slightly. Welcoming my touch. She’s already damp.
Considering the flirty, filthy rapid fire messages we were sending back and forth, I understand. I was so hard, my cock could’ve cut glass when she suggested this meet-up.
My finger slides through the folds and finds her clit.
“Mmm.” She pushes her head back against the seat. “That’s good. Stay there.”
I make circles and apply pressure. Not too much. Just enough to elicit more moans and sighs.
She becomes even more damp. My fingers are more slippery. With a shaky breath, she shifts in her seat, angling her body toward me.
She reaches across the console and flips open the button on my jeans. I clench my jaw as she cups my cock through the denim. Giving me a gentle squeeze.
I need this. I need this so fucking bad.
Lowering the zipper on my fly, she releases my cock, capturing it in her fist.
