Banking the Billionaire (Bad Boy Billionaires Book 2)(118)

She hiccupped through her pleasure and dug her fingernails into my shoulders in an attempt to climb me higher.

One hand left me to stroke her own nipple through her shirt, and I groaned.

“Careful, baby,” I warned her. “You’re gonna have to finish on my tongue if you keep that up.”

“Uh, oh, yeah,” she moaned, ignoring me completely and chasing her own pleasure like a search dog.

“Goddamn,” I told her throat. “You are the sexiest f*cking woman on the planet.”

Using her other hand to help, she pulled the neck of her shirt down and under her tits to bare them to my eyes and make them accessible for my mouth.

“Suck on them, Thatcher.” She moaned. “Fucking eat them.”

“Fuuuuck.”

Never in my life would I be able to deny a request like that.

Every time her * swallowed my dick, milking it until I could barely pull back out, her tits bounced, and I lost control a little more.

“Get there, Cass,” I ordered, shifting a hand on her ass until my fingertips met the union between her wet * and my dick.

Her head fell back, her long hair bunching at the back where it rubbed persistently against the door. A crease formed in her lip with the force of her bite as she tried—and failed—to contain the yell of her orgasm.

The sight of her face and the feel of her coming on my dick sent me right over the edge.

I shoved my face right in the center of her tits to muffle my groan. Grabbing on to my hair, she pulled my face into her harder.

I licked a path from the center and up, over the swell of each, and around each nipple.

She cooed and mewled like she couldn’t get enough.

“Still greedy for it?” I asked on a whisper. She licked her lips and nodded.

“We’ll sneak away again soon,” I promised, though I doubted our sneaking was anywhere near secret or sleuth in any way at this point. And I also doubted I’d be the one to suggest said sneaking away. I was about one f*ck away from my dick actually falling off.

Her feet hit the floor as I set her down gently, and I kept my hands at her hips until she steadied on her feet.

The maxi skirt she had on with no panties sure made this a lot easier. She laughed as I waved good-bye to her tits before pulling her shirt back up to cover them. “I’ll miss you,” I told them, and I really would.

Every time I saw them was like the first time.

“You okay?” I asked her as she cleaned herself up at the sink and I buttoned and zipped my pants and buckled my belt. “You want me to wait for you to make the walk of shame together?”

Her laugh made me back into the door. I’d never ever grow weary of it either.

“It’s only the walk of shame if you have some, and you and I both know that we—”

“Don’t have any,” I finished for her through a chuckle. Taking a giant stride, I closed the distance between us and kissed her once, softly, on the lips. “I love you.”

“I know,” she said with a wink. My hand shot to my chest to catch my beating heart as I backed my way to the door. She rolled her eyes at my dramatics, and then she turned back to the mirror and rubbed at her face and fluffed at her hair to fix all the things women worried about that men hardly ever noticed. I took the opportunity to duck back outside.

Every eye in the suite came immediately to me.

Wes started a slow clap, and Kline pressed his face into Georgia’s neck to hide his laugh. Georgie giggled outright in his lap.

“I’ll make sure the cleaning crew spends extra time in there tonight,” Wes remarked, and I flipped him off with a shrug.

“The game is getting ready to start,” I reminded him. “Don’t you have something you could be doing other than busting my balls?”

“Nope,” he answered with a smirk. “Not right this second.”

I smiled at the fact that I didn’t care. Since Cassie had officially become mine, I’d been fairly immune to anything that could diminish my mood. Not much had ever affected my mood negatively before, but now my happiness was at an all-time high.

I was really f*cking tired, though.

Shoving around Wes, I took the seat beside Kline just as Georgia hopped off his lap.

“You don’t have to leave on my account, Georgia girl.”

She smiled and waved me off. “You guys can have guy time, and I’ll go see if Cassie still has leg function.”

I winked at her. “Barely.”

Kline groaned.

“What?” I asked, looking back to see Cassie give me a little wave as she came out of the bathroom. She motioned toward the door and Georgia and, as far as I could tell, indicated they were going to go for a walk outside.

“We’ll be back,” Georgia called. Kline jumped up and ran over her to give her a kiss on the lips.

Now it was Wes’s turn to groan. “Jesus Christ, you guys. Did anyone notice there’s a football field down there? Or is a * all you can see anymore?” He slid into Kline’s vacated seat.

“It’s a really pretty *,” I told him mock-seriously.

“Who’s a *?” Kline asked as he took the seat on my other side.

“You guys are,” Wes answered.

“*-whipped. I’m *-whipped,” Kline corrected. “And trust me, no matter what you think, it’s a really good f*cking thing to be.”