Flirting With Forever (Dirty Martini Running Club, #4)

by Claire Kingsley

“Yeah, my dude in there has trouble finding things. If you know what I mean.” “Too bad. It’s nice when a man knows his way around.” “That’s why they call me the navigator.” My eyebrows drew in. “Has anyone ever called you that?” He grinned again. “No, I just made it up. But it sounds good, right?” “Maybe think twice before you use that line again.”

As if the only way a woman could be happy was to get, and give, regular orgasms. I loved sex as much as the next person—probably more—but I was getting tired of constantly writing about it. There was so much more to a woman’s life than what her vagina was doing.

Without a word, I grabbed my daughter and pulled her in for a hug. For a second, she was stiff, like I’d caught her by surprise. I probably had. But she relaxed and put her arms around me, hugging me back. There was my girl. I let her go and stepped back, acting casual, like hugging my little girl wasn’t oxygen to me.

Ok normally, I don't like stories with children but this is so sweet.

Of course, once she turned, I couldn’t take my eyes off her ass. I’m only human.

“I’ll make a runner out of you, yet.” “I wouldn’t go that far. Although I could just trail behind and watch you in those leggings.” I leaned closer. “I knew you were looking at my ass.” He turned to speak in my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “Can you blame me? It’s a very nice ass.” “Honey, you have no idea.”

This exchange >>

“Can I be honest about something?” he asked. “Of course.” He moved in closer. “You’re kind of killing me tonight.” “Am I?” I asked, my voice full of mock innocence. “I thought you weren’t interested.” “Yeah, we both know that’s not true.”

Am I falling for this tatted dad??? Maybe