Banking the Billionaire (Bad Boy Billionaires Book 2)(56)

Like an animal, I forced her weight into the bed by covering her with my own and licked a line from her jaw straight down the middle of her chest. I circled the perfect edge of her belly button, lapping at the jewelry there, and then tugged at the fabric of her jeans with my teeth.

Her hips jumped, and heat from the flames in her eyes singed my skin.

When I pulled at her pants again but didn’t unbutton them, she snapped. “Stop teasing me!”

I smiled into her skin, rubbing my lips back and forth as my gaze met hers. “Why, baby? Did something turn you on tonight?”

She nodded and licked her lips. “There was one thing I can’t get out of my head.”

“Tell me,” I demanded as a surge of new blood filled my already stiff cock.

“You on the ground.”

“Yeah.”

“On your knees.”

“Yeah.”

“With a collar around your neck—”

“Cass,” I warned, pulling her down the bed by the hips and slamming her to my cock. Her head shot back, and a gasp broke through the heavy, arousal-filled air.

“Fine. Just take off my pants, for f*ck’s sake. No freak show necessary.”

Cognizant of her impatience, I ripped her pants and thong down her legs, shoved them open, and licked a path straight from her ass to her clit.

Her * convulsed right in front of my eyes.

“Fuck, honey. Wait to do that until some part of me is in there,” I chastised with a smirk. Tongue, finger, cock, I didn’t care what she squeezed.

I pushed back from her and the bed and grabbed her phone from the back pocket of the pants I’d just stripped off her.

“Password?” I asked as I swiped to unlock it.

“Fuck off,” she told me with a smile, so I stepped forward, dropped to my knees in front of the bed and licked a circle around her clit. I filled her * with two thick fingers at the same time.

Her head shot back, and she moaned.

“Password,” I repeated again.

Her eyes were far less obstinate when they found mine, but I could tell it was a fight she didn’t want to give up.

It meant next to nothing, but goddamn, I wanted it. In and out I pumped, working the bud up top with my tongue until she couldn’t stop herself from bunching the white comforter in her hands.

“Password, Cassie.” This time, I said it as a command, and she broke, her * convulsing on my fingers as she did.

“It’s f*cking CASS, you prick.” I smiled at her ability to be on the very brink of orgasm and insult me at the same time.

There wasn’t anyone else like her.

As for the password, I should have known.

Finally inside, I did my best to show her that sometimes it pays to do what someone else says. As the distinct beat of Britney Spears’ “Freakshow” filled the room, surprise made a bid to do the same in her eyes.

“Come on, honey,” I called, pulling her to the edge of the bed and settling her legs wide and to the sides so her glistening * shone in the dim lights.

“What are you doing?” she asked, and I winked.

“There may be no leash, but I can dance for you, honey.”

She smiled, and I literally lost myself in it. In her, in the ridiculous moment, in everything we could be.

Oh yeah, baby. Tonight, you and I are going to dance.




“I can’t believe you’re coming to my parents’ house with me,” Cassie grumbled as we got into the cab waiting at the curb outside Portland International Airport. To be fair, I hadn’t told her I was coming until we were at the airport, through security, and I was following her to our gate. She’d thought I was flying home to New York.

A smile had become pretty much permanently affixed to my face after the weekend we’d had, and like always, her complaining only made me more cheerful. I was in a strange place, getting all of my jollies from a recipe book that suggested two cups of Cassie with a teaspoon of messing with her stirred in.

It was the weirdest f*cking catalyst for happiness, but I embraced it. It meant more of her. More laughs. More sex. More everything I was finding I didn’t want to go a day without.

“Believe it because I am,” I advised. “If you didn’t want me to come, you should have told me before I got on the big metal bird and flew over nine hundred miles in a direction other than home.”

She scoffed indelicately, and I bit my lip so as not to laugh. “How the f*ck do you know how many miles are between here and Las Vegas?”

I shrugged. “Miles are a number. I know numbers.”

“Okay, Chandler.”

“What’s the big deal, anyway?” I asked seriously, trying to get to the root of the issue.

“Meeting the parents? Hello? That’s a big deal.”

“I asked you to meet my parents,” I pointed out.

“Yeah, while I was wearing a T-shirt about my *. You knew I wasn’t going to go inside. You’re coming with me to stay over!”

“And?”

“And I’ve never brought a guy home before.”

I laughed and apparently angered her more by pointing out the obvious. “No kidding.”

“Excuse me?” Her stare was lethal. I glanced to the cab driver to see the whites of his eyes in the mirror, but they shot back to the road when I widened mine. No doubt this would be showing up in some New York Times bestselling book at some point. Cab driver turned romance novelist.