Page 80 of Morally Gray Daddies

“Hey, Daddy,” Sonja answered brightly.

“Having lunch?” he asked as he moved to kiss her forehead.

“Yeah. Did you want me to order you something?”

He shook his head, smiling. “No, I’ll be fine, thank you.”

He stepped from beside her, moving around the island toward me.

Sonja had once told me her mother had left her and her dad years ago, and I’d never really given it much thought because she rarely spoke of her parents or her life at home. But now that I was here, and had met the man, it was hard not to wonder why he hadn’t remarried. He was tall, and charming, and suave, but not in the smarmy way you sometimes found in older men. He had a demeanor and projected confidence that definitely made him a very attractive man.

No, not just attractive… he was frickin’ hot.

“Aubrey.” The sound of his voice behind my back brought me out of my reverie, and a second later, arcs of electricity danced up my spine as his hands came to rest on my shoulders, kneading gently. “Are you enjoying your stay here?”

Oh, god. “Yes, sir,” I managed to get the words out ahead of a tiny moan that wanted to slip up my throat. “You have an incredible home, Mr. Delgado.”

He leaned forward, his breath a feather against my neck. “Aubrey… I told you before… call me Antonio, please.”

“Yes, sir.” I forced the words to be more than the whisper they threatened to.

“Are you showing your guest our hospitality, mi chica?” he asked his daughter from over my shoulder, his fingers still working.

“I’m trying to, Daddy,” Sonja replied, pointing with her sandwich, “but she wants to play the starving college student and eat leftovers out of the fridge.”

Mr. Delgado chuckled. “You’re a guest in my home, Aubrey. Please order whatever you want. It’s not a problem.”

“But…” I pointed to my plate. “This is really, really good!”

“Mmm, you’re a very sweet girl,” he rumbled with approval, “but really, this is your vacation. If you want something special, all you have to do is ask.”

I gulped. “I… if I think of anything, I promise I will, Sir.”

And again, his breath brushed over my skin as he bent in once more. “You promise? Anything at all, yes?”

This time I couldn’t stop it from being a whisper. “Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.”

Daddy. Good girl. I clenched my fingers around my fork, shoving down a tremor. If Mr. Delgado could read my mind, he’d know the buttons he was pushing right now. And given what he was doing, and the man—not one of the fuckboys from school but a man—I was beginning to suspect he was, I had a suspicion he knew more about my reactions than I was able to hide.

And that was equally as thrilling as his touch.

“So, what do you two have planned for this coming weekend?”

“Nothing special.” Sonja shrugged. “Just chilling.”

“Ah, I see.”

Mr. Delgado removed his hands from my shoulders, and I wanted them back immediately.

“Well, you’ll have the entire place to yourselves,” he continued as he headed to the end of the counter, “so enjoy.”

Sonja narrowed her eyes. “Wait, where are you going?”

“I have some business I need to attend to with your uncle,” her father replied.

“Tomás?”

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