Banking the Billionaire (Bad Boy Billionaires Book 2)(119)

The urge to close my eyes for a minute overwhelmed me, so I gave in, slouching down and leaning my head back.

I felt a poke at my knee and cracked an eye open. “What’s wrong with you?” Wes asked. “Did Cassie f*ck the life out of you?”

He was teasing, but f*ck me, he really wasn’t far off the mark.

Kline sat up and took interest when I didn’t refute him.

Wes’s phone rang before I could say anything.

“Yeah?” he answered, and I rolled my eyes at his lack of greeting. What a prick. “All right. Yeah. I’ll be down in a few minutes.”

I waggled my eyebrows at Kline. “Looks like he has to go to work after all.”

“Fuck you,” Wes said, having heard me as he was hanging up the phone. “I’ll be back by kickoff, hopefully.” He strode for the door like a man on a mission.

“All right,” Kline declared in his no-nonsense voice. “What the f*ck is going on with you?”

The consideration to make a joke or avoid the topic was only brief. “I’m so tired,” I told him honestly.

“Tired?”

I sat up and nodded. “Cassie has been so f*cking horny lately.”

He rolled his eyes, thinking I was joking. I shook my head vehemently. “No, dude. I’m talking really horny. Six, seven, eight times a day she wants it, and not only is my dick not physically capable, my tongue is sore.”

“Less detail,” he requested with a grimace.

“She’s so f*cking hot, and I’d amputate my dick before saying no, but I seriously don’t know if I can keep up anymore.”

He started to smile, and all it did was agitate me. I pointed at him sternly. “I’m serious. This is a problem. I mean, it’s a fitting way for me to die, but I really thought I’d have a little more time with her before I did.”

He laughed but held his hands up in defense when my eyes narrowed. “Let’s break this down. This is new behavior?”

“She’s always down for a ride on the Supercock—”

“Less detail,” he stressed. “I said less detail.”

“But it’s more so. Like, a lot more.” I pouted. “Help me.”

His smile mocked me, but his words told me he was genuinely trying to help me find a solution. “Is there anything else different?”

“Like what? Did I get sexier?” I asked, and then answered myself. “I mean, maybe.”

“Not with you, idiot. With her. Is there anything else different with her?”

I searched my mind wildly, and my eyes went to the ceiling. “She’s crazy.”

He shook his head. “So that’s the same.”

I laughed because, yeah, he was half right. “Yeah, but no. She’s crazier, I think.”

“Any changes in her body?” Kline asked, and my eyebrows pulled together.

Her body was f*cking insane like always. “Jesus. I don’t know. Her body is—”

“Don’t tell me,” he cut in before I could tell him more things he thought he didn’t want to know.

And it hit me. This f*cking smart bastard. “You think she’s pregnant, don’t you?”

He shrugged. “Is she? Could she be?”

Well, f*ck. We were f*cking like animals. There was always a chance she could be pregnant. I thought back through everything until it hit me.

“Holy shit. I do think her tits are bigger.” They’ve been trying to tell me all along.

Cassie was pregnant. Probably.

The sound of the door opening behind us pulled my gaze to the back of the room. As Cassie and Georgia giggled their way back into the suite, I couldn’t take my eyes off my best friend. She radiated happiness and beauty and life and everything I’d ever wanted.

Kline leaned over to whisper in my ear, and my heart jumped in my chest when he did. “She looks good with a glow. Congratulations.”





One month ago I had resigned as St. Luke’s Chief of Emergency Medicine and signed on as the New York Mavericks’ head team physician. I’d made the career change in hopes that the majority of my workweeks would cut off at fifty hours, and most importantly, that I’d have more time to spend with my daughter, Lexi.

Being a single mother was hard. Add in a full-time job, and it was damn near impossible. But I felt like I’d made the right choice. Lexi wasn’t with a babysitter all of the time, and I’d started finding time for myself, time to go out with friends, time to date—although, I had yet to really accomplish that one.

But I wasn’t in a rush to dive headfirst into the dating scene anyway. I just wanted to enjoy this slice of normalcy I had accomplished by taking this new job.

The bustling sounds of the stadium filled my ears as I strode through the long hallway that led to the tunnel to walk out onto the field. Today marked the opening game for the New York Mavericks, and I was excited to see the guys get out onto the field and kick some ass.

My heels tip-tapped across the concrete as I pulled my phone out of my pocket to check for what had to be a million text messages in my group chat with Georgia and Cassie.



Georgia: Go Mavericks! Good luck today, Win!



Cassie: Ditto on what G said. How’s my brother? Did he look okay during warm-ups? How’s his knee? Did he say anything about it?