Daniel glanced down at her hand still resting against the front of his pants, then lifted his gaze and met her eyes. No words were needed to know where this was going, but still—
"I don't know what you're going to make, but I do see my breakfast in you," he replied, voice low, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
Esmeralda gave a soft chuckle and drew her hand away from his cock and slid both arms around his neck, leaning in close enough that the warmth of her body enveloped him.
"I'll be waiting for you in the kitchen…"
With that, she turned and walked away, her hips rolling with each step in a slow, deliberate catwalk that pulled the fabric of her pink dress tight against her figure before she disappeared into her room.
The door had barely shut when Jessica came through the gate, a clay pot in her hands. She wore a blue gown beneath a red surcoat, jaw locked, eyes fixed on Daniel like she wanted to put him in the ground.
"Aunt Jess? What are you—"
