“It’s incredible.” She runs her hand over the glistening fabric. “And shoes?” she gasps, pulling the red-soled stilettos from their box. “I’m not sure how I’ll be able to walk in these.”
“I’ll carry you.”
She looks up at me like I’m joking.
Her cheeks blush with the same beautiful color that stains them when I make her come as she opens another box to reveal a lace bodysuit, cut high at the hips and low at the cleavage.
She’ll look fucking incredible in it.
“It’s so beautiful. Thank you.”
“There’s one more.” I tip my chin toward a blue velvet box and push my hands into my pants pockets, happy to hang back and just watch her understand that this is all for her.
She picks the Beaufort Diamonds box up and traces the gold logo on the top.
“Open it,” I encourage, eager to see her reaction.
She eases the lid up and goes silent.
“Don’t you like it?” I step forward, scowling at the box like it’s to blame for her frozen expression.
She twists her face up to mine. “I can’t wear this,” she whispers. “I know what your pieces cost.”
“They’re the best diamonds in the world, Tate, so yes, they attract a price to reflect that.”
I take the diamond choker from our new collection from the box and arch a brow at her. She lifts her hair up, her breath hitching as I fasten it around her neck and let the back of my fingers dust the top of her spine before I move them away.
I resist the urge to call her a good girl for allowing me to place it on her.
Her hand flies to the gleaming chain of our finest diamonds decorating her neck, and something about her wearing one of my own designs has my dick rock hard.
“But until someone actually wears them, their true potential is unmet.” I run my hands up her arms and press a kiss beneath her ear. “It’s all about the owner, Tate,” I whisper. “They’re almost as beautiful as the person wearing them.”
Her pulse flutters beneath my lips as I recite the company slogan softly, pressing another kiss to her neck.
“Maybe I should take this off before we leave. It won’t go with everything else,” Tate says in a low voice as she reaches for her bracelet.
I grab her wrist and smooth my thumb over the gawdy gemstone tenderly.
“Don’t you dare take it off. It’s a part of you and I love it.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
I kiss her neck again and she arches into me, making my hard cock press against her ass.
“Sullivan?” she breathes.
“Tate,” I rasp.
“How long until we need to leave?”
“We’ve got time, Baby.”
She turns to face me, blinking at me through thick lashes. Her hand drops to my pants, and she palms my cock through the fabric.
“Time for this?”
