Chapter 31 Sullivan
SULLIVAN
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Miller.” I extend a hand, and Tate’s father pulls it between two calloused palms and pumps enthusiastically.
“Ah. You’re the man I have to blame for taking my daughter away from me most evenings?”
I clear my throat. “Sir, I—”
“Dad!” Tate laughs.
“I’m messing with you.” He breaks into a chuckle as we move further into their apartment, and I get my first look at the inside of Tate’s home.
I take it in subtly. The peeling paintwork. What looks like damp on the walls. The way the sounds of the city pass through the old windows like there’s no glass in the battered frames.
The maintenance company I employ to look after the buildings in Molly’s portfolio will have a new priority on their list first thing tomorrow morning.
“Going somewhere special tonight, are you?” he asks, taking in my suit.
“Somewhere I believe your daughter will enjoy, yes,” I reply.
He nods, his warm eyes, so much like Tate’s, twinkling. “Well, enjoy yourselves. Nice to meet you, Sully.” He claps me on the shoulder, then says to Tate, “Larry’s cooking tonight. Wish me luck.”
Giggling, she kisses his cheek. “You’ll be fine, Dad. I gave him some pointers.”
She turns to me as he leaves. “I’m sorry. I called you Sully once, and he’s latched on to it.”
“I can’t say anyone else calls me that, but he’s your father, Tate. The man can call me whatever he wants, seeing as he’s letting me date his daughter.”
Her lips twist into a smile. “Is that what we’re doing? Dating?”
“That’s what we’re about to do. If you’ll go and get changed.” I look at her pointedly. “Because as much as you know I love you in your uniform, I think you’ll want to wear something else for this.”
“Sounds mysterious. Can you at least tell me if I should do smart, or—?”
I clear my throat. “I actually had Cliff deliver something here for you this afternoon that I thought you might like.”
Her brows hitch, and I hold my breath. She might think I’ve overstepped.
Or interpret this as further evidence that I hate all of her clothes, which I’ve already told her, I do not.
I just hate how I can’t think straight seeing how sexy she is in the ones that hug her curves.
And then there are the ones that cover her body like it’s something to hide. Those ones, I really do hate.
“You bought me an outfit?”
“And shoes, jewelry, and… lingerie.”
She holds my eyes, and I stare back.
Put them on, Baby. You’ll look breathtaking.
“Thank you,” she whispers.
She grabs my hand and pulls me down the hall and into her bedroom.
The smile that bursts over her face at the sight of the silk-ribbon tied boxes on her bed makes my chest tighten.
She’s never been treated in this way, that much is obvious.
But she deserves to be lavished with gifts and beautiful things.
She deserves me to spoil her like I intend to.
“Oh my God,” she gasps, tentatively lifting the lid off the largest box and gazing at the gold silk dress inside. “Did you choose this?”
“I did.”
Listening to Sinclair talk about designers of gowns who she models for came in useful. A few calls to the right people, and Tate now has a dress that isn’t even available to the public yet.
“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?”
“Time for anything you want,” I answer, grasping her face and crashing my lips to hers.
Her hand tightens on my dick, and I groan into our kiss, claiming her mouth with my tongue. She unzips my pants and pulls my cock free, moaning against my lips as my pre-cum leaks all over her wrist.
“Sullivan,” she moans, tightening her grip on me as she jerks me up and down.
“That looks so damn good, Baby,” I say, dropping my gaze between our bodies to where her delicate hand is working my dick.
The large plastic jewel on her bracelet taps against my inner thigh with each stroke, and I pull in a tortured groan, wanting to prolong the feeling, because right now I could blow all over her fingers.
I reach for her shirt, unbuttoning it and pulling it free of her skirt’s waistband, before unhooking her bra.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” I grumble as I rid her of everything from the waist up.
She arches up, pushing her breasts into my waiting hands.
“Fuck, these tits will ruin me, Baby.” I bend and snag one rosy nipple, sucking on it with a rich groan of appreciation. “So perfect.”
I reach around and unzip her skirt, grabbing handfuls of her ass as I slide it over her curves and let it drop to the floor.
My lips slant over hers again as I rid her of her panties until she’s wearing nothing but my diamonds around her neck and a blush on her cheeks.
Something about the way I’m still fully suited, and she’s naked and vulnerable makes the blood in my veins ready to ignite.
“So beautiful,” I rasp as I push a hand between her thighs and find her wet for me. “So needy, too.” I sink two fingers inside her and smile against her mouth as I swallow down her gasp with a kiss.
“Baby?” I purr.
“Y-yeah,” she pants as I move my hand, finding her little sweet spot and fucking her the way she likes, with my thumb slipping over her clit.
“When I said we had time, I wasn’t completely truthful. We don’t have the time for me to fuck you all the ways I want to. But we have time for me to make you come all over my fingers.”
Her grip on me tightens and I hiss as my cock drips from the tip, landing on her stomach.
“Are you going to be a good girl and come for me? Or are you going to need my cock?”
“God!”
Her body ripples around my fingers, squeezing them hard.
I groan and suck on her neck as she comes.
Just like I knew she would if I sprinkled a little filth her way.
My baby is so sweet at times. But I know a few of the right words, coupled with the way she likes to be handled, and she’ll come for me the same way she is now—wet, whimpering, and wrung out.
“Sullivan,” she whimpers.
I smile against her skin, kissing her again, but she pushes my hand away while I’m still enjoying the lingering pulses from her cunt.
“Tate,” I grit, annoyed that she’s denying me all of the tremors from her body that I love to bask in.
But my flare of displeasure ceases as she drops to her knees and gazes up at me with trusting eyes.
“Look at you, Baby. You want to suck it, don’t you?”
She nods and parts her lips, teasing the head of my dick with her tongue before she licks the wetness from my slit in one slow drag.
I groan as my balls pull tight to my body.
Tate keeps her eyes on mine as she takes me in her mouth and sucks.
“Good girl,” I rasp, gathering up her hair in one hand and holding it gently at the back of her head.
She blinks up at me, mouth full of my cock as she sucks.
The half a million-dollar set of diamonds glitters around her neck as she pulls back, leaving a thin string of salvia between her lips and the swollen head of my cock.
“Fuck, yeah.”
I push her back onto my dick, my eyes roaming between her lips wrapped around me, her eyes shining up at me, and my diamonds around her neck.
She couldn’t look more like mine if I tattooed my name across those magnificent tits of hers and put them on a billboard in Times Square.
“That’s it, Baby,” I growl, jutting my hips, fucking her mouth in time with her eager sucks.
I reach down and pull my pants out of the way, freeing my balls to hit her chin as she gags.
“Such a good little cock sucker,” I croon, stroking her cheek as her eyes water. “You know mine’s the only one you’ll ever taste again?” I thrust faster, my balls tightening with the need to release.
“I’m never letting you go, Tate,” I growl, holding her gaze. “That’s what you want, isn’t it? You want to be mine?”
She chokes on my cock, looking up at me with pleading eyes as she nods.
“Good girl.” I thrust deeper. “Good fucking girl.”
The first spurt spills over her tongue and I draw back, pulling free of her mouth while I still have the self-control to do so.
“Chin up, Baby,” I groan as cum shoots out of the head of my dick, plastering thick, shining ropes over her tits.
She gasps as I point my cock higher, shooting across the diamond choker with a satisfied grunt.
The stones glitter and shine as my cum drips over them, running over her collarbone.
“You’re not going to wash it off your tits, Baby. You’re going to wear me beneath your dress tonight so you remember whose girl you are.”
“Yes,” she whimpers, gazing up at me as I squeeze the final drops out onto the crown of my dick.
“Open.”
She complies and I wipe the head of my cock over her tongue.
“Now swallow.”
Her eyes spark with arousal and her throat contracts, drinking me down.
I don’t need to tattoo my name on her. She’s wearing me all over her. From the cum on her skin, to the spark in her eyes when she looks at me.
I run my thumb over her lower lip. “You’re mine, Tate. Say it.”
“I’m yours,” she breathes.
My eyes burn into hers.
“I’m keeping you, Baby,” I say, allowing the careless promise to slip past my lips.
Even though I fear the day is rapidly approaching where I must break it.