The morning after…
“Come again,Baby. That’s it. Good girl. Just like that.”
Sullivan’s voice is like velvet being dragged over stone as he murmurs against my lips, emotion passing between us with every scorching and tender kiss we’ve shared throughout the night.
I shudder inside his arms, coming in deep, pulsing waves as I slide up and down his cock.
He grips my hips as I use my arms around his shoulders to support myself.
“Tate,” he grunts, pulling me down roughly and coming inside me.
I kiss him through it, then break into a smile against his mouth.
“Hottest night ever,” I muse, my voice hoarse from the number of times he’s made me cry outhis name.
I lost count of how many times we fucked. Made love. Kissed. Came.
They all melded into one another.
I just know I haven’t slept. The rare moments when Sullivan wasn’t inside my body, he was inside my heart, and head. Talking to me. Telling me all the things he wants to do together when we get home. All the places he wants us to go together with Molly.
As a family.
The happiness in his voice is unlike anything I’ve ever heard before. I’m loving it.
There was no way I was ever going to leave New York after that day he came and played on the sidewalk to me.
I knew from the moment I heard the first notes of that song, “Unstoppable”, that nothing would keep me from them again.
Sullivan didn’t want me to give up my dream job. He asked me to consider flying back from LA each weekend. To make it work long-distance. And maybe we could have. But despite him pretending that would be enough for him. It wasn’t enough for me.
I want to be with him and Molly every day.
I knew the moment I walked into that meeting about my contract that I was going to be working from New York. So, I took a page out of Sullivan’s book and negotiated like a shark, doing everything I could think of to get them to agree.
My song, “Blue Eyes”, was the deciding factor.
I was prepared to let that song go. People already heard it when I was touring. I figured the new company would want fresh songs. And they do. But they want “Blue Eyes”. They said it’s the song that made them notice me in the first place and make me the offer of a job.
So Iagreed.
It’s as if Sullivan and Molly were in that meeting with me. And they’re the reason it went the way that it did.
“Molly will be awake soon,” Sullivan says, kissing me with a groan as he guides me off his lap and back against the soft pillows. I sink into them as he sits up.
“Take your time. We’ll meet you downstairs in the kitchen.”
I nod, happy to steal a few moments in his luxurious bed before I get up.
And happy to watch his muscular round ass saunter away across the room.
I didn’t get to take in the décor last night. The bathroom is inside the bedroom, partitioned with a giant glass wall. There’s a round tub with a floor to ceiling window beside it, showcasing an incredible view of the ocean. And a huge rainfall shower that Sullivan’s turned on.
There’s a door to one side which I assume is the toilet, but my attention glues back to the magnificent man inside the shower, head tipped back beneath the spray, eyes closed.
His biceps bulge as he slicks his dark hair back, then grabs a bottle of something.
It’s like hot billionaire shower porn as he soaps up his toned, broad body.
