Bubbles catch in the smattering of dark hair on his chest, and he drops his hand to his dick, soaping up the semi-hard length with skilled ease.
“How did I get so lucky?” I murmur.
I look up. His eyes are glittering, and his lips are tilted into a self-assured smirk. He totally busted me staring. But I don’t care.
“You okay, Baby?” he calls in a rich, satisfied voice that seems to give away the fact he’s been screwing all night.
“Yeah. Just watching,” I muse. “I figure if I’m yours likeyou say, then you’re mine too. And I can perve on you and your billionaire dick should I wish.”
He chuckles. “Look all you want, Baby. It’s all yours.”
He closes his eyes and tips his head back, rinsing away the suds.
My mouth waters as he shuts off the shower and smirks as he wraps a towel around his waist and walks over to the bed.
He leans down and kisses me, water droplets running down his tanned chest.
“I know that look. And believe me, I’d love to sit that pretty little pussy back on my face and make you come again before breakfast. But I have something to do with Molly.”
“You don’t need to worry. I’ll be fine here in this ridiculously comfortable bed.” I press a kiss to his lips. “But I am getting up in five minutes because I miss Molly and need to see her. We didn’t get long together last night.”
Sullivan’s eyes soften at the corners, and he lifts my hand, kissing my fingers.
“She’ll be so excited you’re here, Tate. See you downstairs.”
I take my time showering after he leaves, admiring the sunrise over the ocean from the balcony as I dress in a white sundress from my luggage that Sullivan brought up from downstairs for me last night. I smile to myself about him ripping off my blue one last night as I leave the room and pad quietly down the hallway toward the staircase.
It feels weird to be tiptoeing around one of his father’s vacation homes when I haven’t even spoken to Sterling since arriving. Sullivan said the immediate family are staying here, with the rest of the guests in a nearby hotel.
I’m hoping it’s too early for anyone else to be up, because doing the walk of no-shame from Sullivan’s suite isn’t how I’d like to run into them again.
I need coffee beforethat.
Heading down the stairs, I follow the faint sound of a familiar sweet little voice that pulls at my heartstrings.
Molly’s sitting eating at a long, gleaming marble table when I walk into the expansive kitchen. Sullivan looks up from where he’s making coffee and catches my eye. The warmth in his gaze as he looks at me makes bubbles fizz in my stomach.
The glass wall behind him that shows the ocean stretching off to the horizon barely registers. Instead, with pure happiness guiding me, I make my way over to Molly.
“Good morning. Can I join you?”
She looks up and grins as she notices me, before nodding eagerly.
I slide into the seat beside her, feeling Sullivan’s eyes on us.
“What you eating?” I ask, resting my chin on one hand.
“Pancakes,” she replies, her bottom lip poking out in concentration as she collects a piece of pre-cut pancake onto her fork and puts it in her mouth.
“You ready for another, Sweetheart?” Sullivan asks, walking over with a large plate in one hand.
“Aww, you made bear pancakes? Are these ones yours?” I ask Molly, pointing to the messier attempts at bears on the plate.
She shakes her head. “Those Daddy’s.”
I look up at Sullivan, biting back my grin.
“It’s the oven,” he grumbles. “The ones I make at home come out better.”
