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  Hot Daddy Sauce

  Hot Daddy Series #1

  Angel Devlin

  Tracy Lorraine

  Contents

  A Note

  1. Jenson

  2. Leah

  3. Jenson

  4. Leah

  5. Jenson

  6. Leah

  7. Jenson

  8. Leah

  9. Jenson

  10. Leah

  11. Jenson

  12. Leah

  13. Jenson

  14. Leah

  15. Jenson

  16. Leah

  17. Jenson

  18. Leah

  Epilogue

  Baby Daddy Rescue Speak Peek

  About Angel Devlin

  About Tracy Lorraine

  Copyright © 2019 by Angel Devlin

  All rights reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  Editing by Andie M. Long

  Cover design and formatting by Dandelion Cover Designs

  For Flirt Club for bringing us together x

  A Note

  Hot Daddy Sauce is written in British English and contains British spelling and grammar. This may appear incorrect to some readers when compared to US English books.

  1

  Jenson

  My fingers wrap around the fabric hanging by the window, but movement outside has me stalling. The house next door (I live in a semi-detached and our houses are joined) has been sitting empty for the past few weeks since the owners were killed in a hit and run. It might be a little rundown but that doesn’t mean it wouldn’t be the perfect target for kids to come and ransack the place like they seem to do for shits and giggles these days.

  I wait to see if I need to be concerned, but when the person walks back to where they just were my entire body freezes. A petite woman picks up a garden fork and sticks it into the ground with all her might. She doesn’t look like she should be able to lift the thing let alone swing it around the way she is.

  After turning some of the flowerbed over, she starts to bend. My eyes run up the length of her bare legs before hitting the rough edge of her denim shorts and my mouth waters. They’re the kind of legs that would only look better wrapped around my waist. She’s just about bent all the way over, my eyes locked on her arse when it happens.

  “Daddy, what’s wrong?”

  Damn kids and their psychic powers to interrupt at exactly the wrong time. Sucking in a deep breath and trying to calm the racing of my heart, I turn towards my little girl.

  My breathing falters for another reason altogether when I take her in, snuggled under her duvet with her arm wrapped around her favourite teddy bear tightly.

  “It’s nothing, sweetheart. Just a bird in next door’s garden that caught my attention.” I cringe at my own words. It wasn’t meant to come out quite like that.

  “Can I see?” She goes to get out of bed, but I quickly dash over and drop to my knees beside her, pulling the book I read her every night from the bedside table.

  “It flew away, baby. Now lie back, it’s time for you to get some sleep.”

  “But, Daddy.” Her sweet little voice pulls at my heartstrings and she knows it. She gets away with murder. I know I’m too easy on her but it’s hard when I feel like I constantly need to make up for her lack of a mother figure.

  “Don’t ‘but Daddy’ me. You’ve already stayed up longer than you should watching the TV. You need to sleep and I’ve got work to do.”

  “I want to watch you cook.” Her pleading eyes almost break me but knowing how much I need to do has me opening her princess book and reading the words I know off by heart. Thankfully it’s exactly what she needs and only a few minutes after snuggling down, her eyes start to fall closed and her breathing evens out. I don’t even get to the end of the book.

  Closing it, I place it back on the bedside table and quietly stand, not taking my eyes off my daughter for a second. She’s by far the best thing that ever happened to me. And like I do every time I look at how beautiful she is, appreciate how smart she is, I wonder how it couldn’t possibly have been enough for her mother. I couldn’t walk away and live my life without her if someone paid me. I guess it just goes to prove why I never should have married my ex in the first place. The warning signs were there but I ignored them, stupidly thinking she’d fall into her role as wife and eventually one day mother naturally. Sadly, that never happened and here I am, a single dad to the most precious gift anyone could have given me.

  Flicking her light off and pulling the door closed, I can’t help myself and my feet move me towards the window without instruction from my brain.

  She’s still digging, bending over to pull the overgrown weeds out. My cock swells as I stare at her arse, the fabric of her shorts doing very little to hide what’s beneath.

  Standing once again, she turns and forces the fork into the grass. Her hand lifts to brush some of her blonde hair from her forehead and she reaches for a glass of water. Tipping it to her lips, I follow the movement of her neck as she swallows and run my eyes down to her breasts. My mouth drops a little; they’re huge for her tiny body and barely contained by the tight white vest she’s wearing.

  I shamelessly rub my cock over the fabric of my shorts, feeling it growing with need. It’s been too long since he saw any action and whoever this is next door is giving him ideas.

  My eyes drop, run over her tiny waist and to the curves of her hips. Her size might make her look young, but her curves show she’s all woman.

  Moving to put the now empty glass down, I lean into the window a little more to keep my eyes on her. But she steps away, I guess towards the house. In my need to follow my body moves, my forehead slamming against the glass.

  “Ow, fuck,” I complain, pulling back and rubbing the sore spot. I guess that’s what I get for perving on the girl next door.

  The willpower it took to keep away from the windows last night was impressive. No matter what I did in an attempt to distract myself, my mind kept wandering back to her full breasts and pert little arse.

  “Daddy, can we have pancakes?” Amelia asks from her seat at the breakfast bar where she was busy with her colouring book.

  Shaking thoughts of the woman next door from my head, I turn towards my daughter. “You had pancakes yesterday. I was going to do beans on toast.”

  Her face drops with disappointment and it hits me exactly where she intends. “Please, Daddy. They’re my favourite.”

  “Okay, but tomorrow you’re having beans.”

  “Okay,” she sings but I can already picture us having this exact same conversation tomorrow morning.

  I’m just sliding the first pancake onto Amelia’s plate when there’s a crash and squeal from outside.

  She jumps down from her stool at the same time I turn off the hob and turn towards the open French doors.

  “Who was that?” Amelia asks as I head towards the gate at the side of our house.

  “Next door, I think.”

  I expect her to tell me that can’t be the case because the house is empty, but to my surprise she accepts my answer and follows me. Obviously too keen to find out what’s going on.

  I spot her the second we round the hedge that surrounds the property next door. She’s sitting on the stone driveway, inspecting her knee as a small trail of blood runs down her shin. Behind her lies the ladder she must have fallen off and a pair of garden shears.

  “Shit,” the woman cries in fright, the crunching stones under my feet announcing our arrival. Her eyes widen as she
takes me in, but they soon drop to Amelia who’s hiding behind me. “Fuck, I didn’t mean to… crap.”

  “It’s okay. Daddy says naughty words all the time,” Amelia pipes up, stepping around me and walking towards the woman on the floor. “Did you fall over?”

  “I did,” she confirms, her eyes softening as she watches Amelia approach her. I’m grateful she’s distracted because it means she won’t see me shamelessly staring at her cleavage.

  I really need to get laid.

  “My daddy can clean it. He’s really gentle. It never hurts when he cleans my cuts. We’ve even got princess plasters; they have magic powers to make it all better.”

  “Is that right?”

  My skin tingles, forcing me to look up, knowing I’ve been caught ogling her while she’s down.

  “Uh… yeah… special powers,” I mutter like an imbecile.

  “Daddy, are you going to help?” I don’t need to look at Amelia to know she’s standing with her hands on her hips, her lips curled into a pout.

  “Yeah, of course.” Walking over, I reach my hand out to help pull the woman from the ground. She slides her tiny hand into mine and I almost let go the second an electric spark shoots up my arm. My eyes find her blue ones. They’re narrowed at me in confusion making me wonder if she felt that too.

  “Ready?” She nods slightly and I tug her up from the ground. I stand back as she brushes herself off, trying desperately hard not to follow her hands as they move around her body but failing miserably. “Are you okay?”

  “I think so, just this,” she says, pointing towards her knee which is now really starting to bleed. “I guess it’s my own fault for leaning too far over trying to trim this hedge. I just wanted it done before it got too hot.”

  “It has been hot around here recently.” What the fuck is wrong with me? I sound like a horny teenage boy. Her eyebrow lifts in amusement, forcing me to make an even bigger dick of myself. “You know, with the heatwave and all.”

  “Sure. I’m Leah, by the way.”

  “Aw, that’s a pretty name. I’m Amelia and this is my daddy.” Amelia’s excited to have someone new to chat to and she smiles at the woman.

  “It’s nice to meet you, Amelia. You have a pretty name too. I really like the bow in your hair.” Amelia beams at her praise and my heart twists in my chest reminding me how much she must miss out on without her mother about.

  “And your daddy’s name is…?” she trails off, her head tipping back so she can meet my eyes.

  “Jenson. Jenson Hale.”

  “Nice to meet you, Jenson Hale. I’m Leah Ward.” She turns and bends over to pick up the ladder and a low moan rumbles up my throat. I cough to try to cover it, but once she’s upright again with the ladder in her hand she turns to me, a smirk playing on her lips.

  “Daddy’s making me pancakes. You should come and have some. He can clean your knee too.”

  “Oh… uh… I’m not…”

  “You’re more than welcome. And you really should get that cleaned in case you’ve got something in it.”

  “Y- yeah, I guess.” She looks down to her bloody knee and then to Amelia who’s practically bouncing with excitement.

  “If you’re a good girl, Daddy might let you have Nutella on your pancakes.”

  Leah’s amused and slightly heated eyes turn to me. “Is that right? You’d better lead the way then.”

  I allow them to walk ahead of me. I try to tell myself that it's because I’m a gentleman, but really it’s so I can see how Leah’s arse swings in those sinfully small shorts. And fuck me if it isn’t the best sight I’ve seen in a long time.

  I knew the couple next door had a grown-up daughter, they’d mentioned her a couple of times in passing, but too focused on my own issues, I never really paid any attention to any details they might have given me. Suddenly, I wished I’d made the effort to listen, because now I want to know everything, but most importantly how old she is, because while my body is screaming at me to take what I need, my head is in a much more sensible place telling me that she’s way too young for me.

  2

  Leah

  So much for my plan to get in this house, do what needs doing and get out again as fast as is humanly possible. The truth is that this home is full of my parents, their essence, and I’m here stripping it away so that some new family can move in and make happy memories. As I clear the place, it takes a piece of my soul each time.

  Just a month ago, I had a mum and dad. The amount of times I was at college and I saw their names flash on my mobile phone screen and I ignored it because I couldn’t be bothered to talk to them… now I’d do anything to hear their voices. Wiped out in the blink of an eye in a hit and run. The driver on drugs has shown no remorse, just feeble excuses that he can’t remember what happened.

  I’ll never forget. The police at my door asking if they could come in and then telling me something that would change my life forever.

  And now I’m sitting at a kitchen table in the house next door while a little girl tells me her life story and her dad walks towards me with a first aid kit.

  What’s worse is that I’m perfectly capable of cleaning my own wound and putting a plaster on it, but I’m so going to let him do it, because my god, he’s sexy as all hell, and my life has to have some good in it.

  I look at the tall sex god walking towards me. If I’d known he lived next door, I’d have visited more often. He must be six foot tall. His dark blonde hair is shaved at the sides. I want to stroke my fingers on it to feel the stubble. He has sculpted cheekbones; a strong nose; and soft, pink lips. My eyes travel down taking in his beard. I bet that would tickle…

  “Okay, swing your legs around to me, so I can get to that cut.”

  My breath hitches at his gruff tone. God, he can command me any day. I do as he asks.

  Jenson drops down to his knees. Oh boy...

  He dips the cotton wool in the bowl of warm water, and then his head tips up towards me, his hazel eyes meeting my own blues.

  “This might hurt a bit.”

  Fuck, my mind had gone to him being between my legs and apologising for his mammoth dick, but no, as the warm water bathes my cut and I wince, I’m reminded that boringly he really is just cleaning my wound.

  “Daddy, you’re getting Leah all wet.” Amelia jumps off her stool and runs off. She comes back over with a towel and hands it to him.

  “Erm, yeah, sorry about that.” He drops the used cotton wool in the bowl and pats at my leg gently.

  “It’s not a problem. I’ll soon dry off in this heat anyway. Not like yesterday. I was outside and got caught in a downpour. I was soaking wet then.”

  Leah, shut the fuck up about being wet, I tell myself, while trying not to think about the fact that I am indeed soaking wet, my knickers damp, because of the ministrations of this stranger on my knee. Turned on by first aid. Whatever next? I can tell it’s been a while since someone paid my body any attention.

  “Okay, it’s clean. Now I’ll just put a plaster on.”

  “No, Daddy, Leah needs the magic cream.” Amelia turns to me. “Daddy rubs it on very, very carefully so it doesn’t hurt too much and do you like pink or purple best because I like you and so you can have one of my princess plasters. Then when you’ve had your pancakes, I can show you my bedroom because that’s got princesses everywhere.”

  “I must apologise. My daughter is princess mad.” Jenson looks into his daughter’s eyes. With him being on his knees, I can see the look of love that passes between them. “Baby girl, when we’ve had pancakes, Leah will have to go back because she was busy in the garden, wasn’t she?”

  Amelia’s expression sinks with disappointment and her shoulders slump. “Okay, Daddy.” She turns to me. “You just look like one of my princesses. I called her Sophie, but now I’m going to change her name to Leah. Princess Leah.”

  I see Jenson’s mouth curl up at the corner at this. Obviously the Star Wars reference isn’t lost on him even if my name isn�
�t spelled or sounds exactly that way. God, now my mind is imagining my hair curled up like Princess Leia’s and some kind of kinky role play. I really need to get laid and soon.

  I note Jenson’s hesitation before he picks out the tube of Savlon from his first aid kit, unscrews the lid and then pushes out a small bit of cream. He then shakes his head and offers it to me. “Do you want to do this?”

  “No, Daddy. Don’t be silly. The magic is in your fingers. How is Leah’s knee going to get better without the magic?” She eye rolls him, which is entirely adorable. Her dark blonde, curly hair shakes around her shoulders. Her eyes are the exact colour of her dad’s.

  “Well, if your daddy’s fingers are magic then I’d better let him put the cream on.” I’m openly smirking now. It goes completely over Amelia’s head, but there’s a faint blush to her father’s cheeks. He mouths, “Oh my god,” at me, followed by, “sorry.”

  Then he begins to rub the cream onto my graze.

  “Can you feel the magic?” Amelia says wide-eyed, looking at me eagerly.

  “I really, really can. Amelia, your daddy really does have magic fingers.” I say, watching as Jenson’s face creases up with awkwardness.

  “Amelia. Why don’t you go and fetch that princess doll you wanted to show Leah?” Jenson says.

  “Oh, good idea. I’ll be right back, Leah. Don’t go anywhere.” She goes running off and I hear her little footsteps pad upstairs. The minute she’s out of the room, Jenson stops rubbing at my knee and sits back groaning.