Daddies & Nannies: A Contemporary Romance Boxset

by Piper Sullivan

  “Are we having dinner with Father tonight?” His question broke through my disturbing thoughts and I was glad for the distraction.

  I hated always being the one to tell him the bad news, but someone had to do it. “No sweetie. He’s meeting with people for work over dinner.” Sometimes I worried that Andreas didn’t get enough male influence in his life, and I wondered how it might influence him as he grew up. I knew part of my role as his guardian was to provide him a well-rounded upbringing, but the truth was that raising a precocious young boy and going to culinary school hadn’t given me the opportunity to meet many men. The last time I had a boyfriend, or had even been on a real date was high school. Seven years ago. Hell, I had less male influence than Andreas. What a pair we made.

  With full bellies, and legs tired from so much walking, I sighed in relief when Andreas spotted one of the well-known amphibious vehicles making its way back to the parking lot ahead.

  “Sasha look!” He pointed to the ungainly vehicle emerging from the water. “It swims and it drives!”

  We followed the vehicle at a safe distance until we found the kiosk for the Pirate Tours. “Are we going to do this or what?”

  “Yeah!” I loved his exuberance and his willingness to try new things. It was something I’d learned to appreciate for myself in the years I’d watched him grow up.

  After buying the tickets, I bought us water and fruit and we found seats near the back. Andreas kept up a running chatter while I snapped photos and video of all the sights. The tour provided a stress-free way to take in all the attractions I knew we wouldn’t get to see since we were leaving Sunday evening.

  “What do you think?”

  “So cool!”

  I couldn’t agree more. The tour ended at the starting point, leaving us to find a nearby spot for dinner. But after Andy’s third yawn I knew we needed to get back to the hotel before I ended up carrying him the whole way. Tonight, we would order room service, if either of us made it that long.

  The walk went quickly and I had him cleaned and in bed twenty minutes after we polished off our dinner. A new personal record.

  Later I found myself enjoying a glass of wine out on the balcony while I continued to curse Antonio for his underhandedness. I had been too distracted earlier, too eager to get out and see the sights with Andreas to notice. He’d gotten only two rooms to further his plans to get in my pants, and as hot as he was—smoking ass hot to be exact—I wasn’t going there. The last thing I needed was to give up my virginity to a man who had a hidden agenda. I’d had too many men like that in my life growing up in the system. As the designated babysitter for the younger kids in whatever house was available to me, the older foster brothers and foster fathers tended to think that kindness extended to their needs as well.

  I hadn’t taken them up on it then, and I had no plans to take Antonio up on it now. No matter how much my inner hoochie mama wanted me to.

  “Do you actually plan to spend time with Andreas while we’re here, or is he just here for decorative purposes?” I woke up early because past experience had taught me that Antonio would leave early and forget all other responsibilities if I didn’t catch him first. I should have waited a few more minutes before barging in though because the man was—sweet lord!—dressed in nothing but a towel. A light smattering of hair on his chest hypnotized me, left me feeling adrift at the way the hair moved with every movement of his muscles. It trailed down in a thin line that split at his six pack abs before it disappeared beneath the waistband of the thick white towel. Damn but he was a work of art.

  “See something you like?” His voice was low and deep, the tone full on suggestive.

  “I think we’ve already covered the fact that you’re attractive. What I’d like to know is will I be making excuses for you all weekend?”

  He sighed and turned to face me, giving me a good long look at his sexy masculine body. “I told you this was a work trip for me,” he clipped, impatience and annoyance clear in his every syllable.

  “Yet you insisted we come. Make time for your son Antonio, or we’re going back to California without you.”

  His moved towards me. He was angry and there was nowhere for me to move and he knew it. Stopping so close that I could feel the heat of his recent shower emanating from his body and warming my own.

  “And just how will you do that?” His tone was harsh and condescending, but his gentle fingers confused me as they traced the line of my jaw down to my neck and skated across my collarbone.

  I gave myself a moment to get my desire under control before I spoke. “I will book two flights on a commercial jet that will have us home in time for dinner. Tonight.” That sounded normal and not at all affected by lust. I considered it a win, at least I did until he used his body to push my back against the door.

  “I would advise against that Sasha.”

  “And I would advise against ignoring your son all weekend. Why did you make us come here if you don’t have time for him?” I just needed to understand.

  “I’m trying Sasha, dammit! Unlike you, I have an empire to run!”

  I poked at his chest. “You arrogant bastard! If I didn’t love that little boy so much I would be out of here trying to build my own empire. Glad to know where your priorities lie.” He’d stung my ego, but it just pissed me off he couldn’t hear how he sounded. I had to push at him again just to get him to move a step. “Back off asshole!”

  “Oh, no Sasha, you came in to my room. Now you leave when I say you can.” He pulled me closer and used his corded arms to keep me where I stood. His hands speared through my hair and tugged, not hard just enough to get my attention.

  My lust was out of control, and I knew if he touched me I would be powerless to stop him. “Antonio...stop”

  “Say it again, like you mean it and I will,” he said just as he gave my hair another tug and used the opportunity to place kisses up and down the column of my neck, licking and sucking while I shuddered. His mouth moved to my shoulder and down to the swell of my breasts, and I knew I wouldn’t do anything, wouldn’t say anything to stop the wicked torture.

  “S-stop,” I tried again without much heat.

  Antonio only chuckled as he gazed down at my desire-flushed face. “Try that again,” he instructed and then his mouth descended on mine. Like a flame, his tongue burned me up, set my mouth on fire and made me hungry for more.

  I’m ashamed to admit that I wrapped my arms around his neck and brought him closer. I let him deepen the kiss when I should have been pushing him away. Damn him. One hand slid into the shorts I’d slept in and grazed my swollen, moist center.

  “Oh!” I couldn’t believe how good that felt, how it seemed to set off tiny explosions deep within me and behind my eyes. “Okay, stop!” This time I was more forceful.

  Antonio took a step back immediately, a smug smile on his face and desire burning in his eyes. “That’s what I thought. I’ll see you both tonight. For dinner.” He walked away, letting the towel drop to the floor before he stepped inside the small closet inside the master suite. “Don’t be late.”

  I growled and spun on my heels, fumbling with the effort of opening the door because that awful man left me so confused. Why did I respond like that to him when I didn’t even like him?

  It didn’t matter why. I just couldn’t let that happen again.

  Antonio

  The first night in Miami had been a bust as far as my seductions plans went. The work dinner had gone on too long, and rather than sleeping in the empty bed where I could join her, Sasha had opted to curl up on the sofa in the main room and sleep. Though she’d thrown a wrench in my plans that night, the sight of her creamy, freckled legs on display and the plump triangle between her thighs had only made me more determined to have her. And after the way she’d let me taste her, tease her this morning, I knew tonight would play out differently.

  The fashion show ended just after ten, giving me plenty of time to make it back to the hotel and seduce Sasha. Though a
niggling doubt reminded me I’d demanded dinner and then failed to show for it. The show had been an endless line of common but pretty maxi dresses, jumpsuits and bikinis. I had enough of those from my own designers so I didn’t feel bad leaving without setting up any meetings.

  Besides, I had other things to focus on tonight. Things like Sasha’s creamy thighs and that smart, lush mouth of hers. My cock ached just thinking about it, and when I entered the hotel room to find her curled up on the balcony with a glass of wine, I smiled. Perfect.

  “Lovely night,” I said from the shadows but she didn’t jump or give any indication my presence had surprised her.

  “Sure is,” she responded, gaze still fixed on the waves crashing in the distance.

  Damn she had on those same tiny shorts and a light cotton shirt that told me she didn’t have on a bra. My cock twitched again and I instantly regretted the cotton pants I changed into, at least until Sasha looked up at me. Green eyes flared black with desire and her breath hitched as her gaze raked over my naked torso. “Like what you see?”

  “You know you look good Antonio. Don’t fish for compliments.”

  “Not fishing, just curious about what you think.” I took the empty space on the lounge instead of the chair beside her, needed to be close. The scent of suntan lotion and roses assaulted me as I drew closer. Her warmth pulled me in.

  “You know what I think.”

  “I think,” I told her as my hands were unable to resist the tempting pull of her smooth, shapely legs and they began to explore, “you like what you see very much.”

  “Too bad I don’t like what I hear.” Her gaze was steady. Unyielding and unashamed of the way it took me in and held me captive.

  “How about if I stay very quiet?”

  “Not possible.” Her lips didn’t even twitch. “You didn’t make it for the dinner you demanded,” she said.

  She was right. “I’m sorry.”

  “No, you’re not.”

  My smile came slow and I licked my lips, noting the way her gaze focused on my tongue. Yeah, she was intrigued alright, and despite what she said, Sasha wanted me too. Our gazes locked and my hands cupped her thighs just so my thumbs grazed the lips between her legs.

  “Oh, I can be quiet, the question is, can you?”

  Her green gaze was a challenge that I eagerly accepted. “Antonio.” I hated when she said my name with annoyance.

  I didn’t go in for the kiss I so desperately wanted. Instead I let my hands do the talking, skimming her hips and waist before cradling the weight of her braless breasts. The flesh of her shoulders, her collarbone, neck and face were so silky smooth I could caress them forever. “So soft and sexy,” I murmured, a smile curving my lips at her narrowed gaze. “Right. No talking.” I leaned in and kissed her collar bone in tiny butterfly kisses that disturbed her breathing. Up her neck I pressed open mouth kisses and nibbled on her ear before finally claiming her mouth.

  The kiss was hot and slow and sensual as hell. Already I was so hard my cock ached to slip inside her. Instead I pressed my weight between her legs to deepen the kiss and cradle myself in the warmth of her body. When she wrapped her legs around me and pressed me against her, I knew she felt it too. I deepened the kiss, tasting the depths of her mouth, groaning when she sucked my tongue into her mouth. Damn I wanted to tell her how good she felt, how sweet she tasted, and how badly I ached to feel her pulse around my cock.

  “Sasha,” I moaned from deep in my chest before kissing down her chest, revealing her naked tits to my gaze. They were magnificent. Pale with light freckles in a path that pointed me straight to the rosy pink nipples, puckered from my gaze.

  Tasting her nipples slowly, I savored the sweetness and wrapped my tongue around them, suckling them until they hardened further. She gasped and I felt pleasure swell within me. It turned me on even more knowing I pleased her. I nibbled and sucked, back and forth, lost in her feminine taste and eager sensual sounds. I kissed further south because I had to and I knew at any moment she would snap out of the sensual haze I’d surrounded us in.

  “Antonio,” she moaned unwittingly and wrapped her fingers in my hair. I paused to see if she would push me away or pull me in as I took a deep inhale of her spicy feminine scent. One finger slid through her folds over her shorts, the growing wet spot told me just how aroused she was by me. The shorts were short enough that I could slide them over and dart my tongue between her folds and into her damp heat. “Oh!” Her hips jerked unexpectedly and I took advantage of the position and slid my tongue deep inside her body, letting her juices flood my tongue. “Antonio, no. Stop.”

  “You don’t like it?”

  “No, I do but-,”

  “But nothing,” I insisted and continued to lick her into oblivion, loving the cries and moans she couldn’t contain. She pulsed around my finger and I hooked it deep inside her as I sucked on her clit and she came apart. Because of me.

  “Wow.”

  “I guess the silence thing is only for me?”

  She froze and I waited for her to push me away but she didn’t. She just laughed. Her body shook, drawing my eyes to the jiggle of her full breasts and hard nipples. “I…guess so.”

  Sliding up her body, I was dying to sink inside all that moisture. She still throbbed and leaked for me. So swollen and turned on I knew I could get her to come at least two more times before the sun came up. “Let’s see how loud I can make you scream,” I whispered in her ear and pressed my hard length against her sensitive folds.

  She froze. “I…we can’t.”

  “What?”

  “I’m not on…anything. And out here?”

  I smiled. Two things easily remedied, so I lifted her and tossed her over my shoulder and I didn’t stop until she lay across my bed. It took me seconds to get her naked and even less to shed the only thing I wore, my pants. Damn she was all womanly curves and that patch of red between her thighs made my dick jerk.

  “You’re, ah, kind of big.”

  I chuckled at her wide-eyed expression. “Not too big, I hope?”

  “I guess we’ll see, won’t we?”

  She tried for bravado but I saw the wariness in her gaze. A better man would have soothed those worries, but I wasn’t that man. I went to the bathroom for condoms. “Shit!” I muttered when I came up empty.

  “Problem?”

  “I don’t have any protection as it turns out.” I felt gratified that she seemed disappointed too.

  Sasha eyed my cock, making it grow harder with every passing moment. “I could, uh, return the favor?”

  “Is that a question?” She straightened her shoulders and took on a determined look, but the wariness lingered.

  In answer she pulled me onto the bed and pushed me on my back. Her lips started at my ears, kissing and nibbling her way down. Teeth grazed my nipples, mouth puckered wet kisses over my abs while her hands never stopped moving. The lower she moved down my body, the more her wild curls tickled, causing me to shudder.

  “Oh, Sasha,” I moaned the moment her tongue darted out to lick the liquid beaded at the tip of my cock. Her mouth was hot and wet, but knowing it was Sasha added another level of fire that I couldn’t resist. Plump lips hugged my cock while her tongue moved back and forth, up and down my length. It was too much and I didn’t want to blow my load too soon. “Sasha,” I warned but she kept up the sweet torture, testing her limits to see how much she could take. I hit the back of her throat and she tugged my balls and I lost it, roaring her name into the dimly lit room.

  She continued to suck as I came, a mark of her inexperience I guessed. But I could think of nothing but the feel of her mouth on my cock as I continued to spurt down her throat. Sasha sat up while I still trembled, lips pink and swollen, and took in my post-coital appearance. “That wasn’t what I thought it would be. I liked it.” She slid off the bed, put her clothes back on and gave me a shy smile. “Good night Antonio.”

  What?

  Sasha

  Miami had been a revela
tion and not just because of the wicked things I’d let happen between me and Antonio. In fact, I went out of my way not to think about those sexy things because they were too distracting. My skin flushed and my pulse raced whenever he got too close.

  And he was always too close.

  But I couldn’t focus on that. We took Andreas to Jungle Island because he loved animals and the interactive zoo let him see them up close and personal. We spent the rest of the weekend acting as a family unit, and to my tremendous surprise, Antonio spent the rest of the weekend with his son. We spent time at the beach where he actually went into the ocean with Andreas and returned to help him build a giant sand castle.

  Watching them together gave me a glimpse of what kind of father Antonio could be if he cared enough to try. He was kind and patient with Andreas. But only when he made the effort to put his work second, and actually be there with his child. Which wasn’t often.

  In fact, as soon as we returned to California he went back to workaholic mode. This left my favorite little man feeling a little despondent and wondering why his father didn’t want to spend more time with him. Which was why we spent all day at the beach after his first surfing lesson.

  “Did you see me Sash? I stood the whole time!” His infectious grin lightened my own heavy heart and I high-fived him.

  “I knew you’d be a regular, just like your mama.”

  “Hey Sofia, did you see me surfing?”

  I looked over my shoulder as his cousin Sofia and her soon to be stepmother Harper walked our way. “Hey ladies, how are you?” I stood to help Harper down to the sand.

  “I’m good but this belly is kind of in the way.”

  “She has my brother in her tummy,” Sofia told Andreas with the expertise only a six-year-old could offer.

  Andreas looked so longingly at Harper’s belly I felt tears well up behind my eyes. He longed for more family, more siblings but the way Antonio was going that wouldn’t happen anytime soon. “Can I feel Ms. Harper?”