SULLIVAN
“Tate, Baby?”I press a kiss to her bare shoulder as I climb onto the bed, fully suited after my shower.
She stirs, nuzzling her head into the pillow. I lean on one elbow, admiring how damn good she looks in my bed. We only fell asleep a couple of hours ago. We spent the night wrapped up in each other, kissing, touching, tasting… coming.
I couldn’t quell the raw need to be inside her. It controlled me, making sleep impossible until I’d felt her body bend and quiver to my touch, again and again.
We fucked until we lost count. Her sweet cries are still echoing in my ears.
Sliding the cover lower, I kiss a trail down her spine, pausing to run a hand over the beautiful curve of her ass. I give it a squeeze and my dick flexes in my pants against her thigh.
“You’re a fiend.” She peels her eyes open. “Does your designer dick not need a rest?”
“Designer dick?”
She gives me a sexy smile. “Yeah. It felt pretty good quality last night.”
I sink my teeth into her ass cheek, playfully nipping it. Shegiggles and the sound makes my fucking chest tight with emotion. I haven’t woken up with a woman in my own bed since Claudia. But that never felt like this.
I like how good this feels.
I like howTatemakes me feel.
“What time is it?” she murmurs sleepily, eyeing up my suit.
“Almost five thirty.”
“Molly?” Her eyes widen and the fact she’s concerned makes me slide up the bed and pull her mouth to mine for a slow kiss.
“She could get up any minute. That’s why I woke you. I’m going to keep an eye out for her. You stay here. Take as long as you need and text me when you’re ready. I’ll take her to check the mail downstairs, and when we come back we can tell her you let yourself in so you could have breakfast with us.”
“Okay.” Tate bites her lower lip, her eyes sparkling. “Are you sure you want me to be here for breakfast, though? I’ll understand if you’d rather I leave so she doesn’t find anything odd.”
I hold her chin and lift her mouth to mine again, giving her another slow, deep kiss.
“Text me when you’re ready,” I repeat, not dignifying her absurd question with an answer.
I give her one last look, drinking in her smooth feminine curves before I leave the room, closing the door behind me.
“How’s your father’s case progressing?” I ask Tate two days later, while she sits beside Molly, eating bagels she somehow managed to bake in the shape of curled-up dachshunds.
She’s spent the last two nights at our house. I can’t call it sleeping over because we hardly sleep. But despite clocking the least hours I have since Molly was a baby and woke for night feeds, I’ve got enough energy to run a marathon.
I reach over, taking Tate’s glass and re-filling it with orange juice. Our fingers touch and she blushes. I narrow my eyes at her in amusement. How can she blush when only a few hours ago she was watching me fuck her from behind in the mirror, so hard that her tits were bouncing?
“Really good.” She smiles. “They made him a settlement offer, and he was going to accept, but his lawyer said he could get him more. Dad can’t believe it.”
“Hmm, good.” I nod, pleased that my suggestions to the engineering company her father worked for were taken onboard. Knowing the right people in this city can get you anything you want. Or at least, knowing things they don’t want you to know. Like engineering firm CFO’s committing tax fraud.
Tate doesn’t need to know that small detail. As long as her father is happy with the outcome, then my hand in it is a mere insignificant detail.
“It’s a relief that it didn’t take longer. I’d have been working triple shifts if we’d had to pay the lawyer more.”
She lifts her bagel and takes a bite, her gaze warming as she watches Molly stroke her own dog shaped one.
“A teacher’s salary will be more though, once you get a position,” I say, packing Molly some snacks into her bag, ready for a day with my father and Halliday.
“What do you mean?”
