Banking the Billionaire (Bad Boy Billionaires Book 2)(58)

I’d gladly hunch for a house and people who felt this genuine right off the bat.

“Cassie!” Greg greeted as we stepped into the kitchen at the end of the hall.

“Hey, Dad,” she said with a smile as she jogged around the island to give him a hug.

“What’s all the noise?” I heard just as the last person I ever expected rounded the corner.

“Sean, Greg, honey,” Cassie’s mom called, “this is Thatcher. Cassie’s…”

“Boyfriend,” I supplied when Cassie stayed silent.

Sean was the first to speak. “Huh. Look at that. You’re dating an actual giant.”

“Sean!” Diane chastised. I laughed.

“It’s okay,” I interjected with a shrug before speaking directly to Sean. “I saw a picture of you on her phone and thought you were an ex.” Whereas Cass was silk and curves etched in creamy white, her brother was the opposite—muscular, hard lines defined by dark, black skin.

She had only recently revealed to me that Sean was her adopted brother.

“You couldn’t see the family resemblance?” he deadpanned. Cassie was the first to laugh, and the sight of her at-ease face made a smile spread across mine.

As soon as the awkwardness broke, the conversation continued as though I wasn’t there. I just soaked it all in. Cassie chatted about her job, and her mom and dad talked about the mission trip they were planning on attending soon. Cassie tried to talk to Sean about football, but he directed her pretty sternly to move on.

It was the reunion of a family who loved each other deeply but didn’t get together nearly enough. It made me feel like I needed to visit my parents more often. The Phillips still had Sean at home, at least for now, but the only thing my parents had was me. I needed to do a better job.

“We still going out tonight, little S?” Cassie asked her brother with a pat to his face.

“Sure. Are you going to be embarrassing?”

“Most definitely,” I answered for her with a smile, earning me a punch to the bicep from her and a laugh from Sean.

“I figured. We’ll go to a place where I won’t know anyone.”

“Whoop it up,” Cassie shouted over both of us as we laughed. “I’m going to get ready.” I pushed off the counter, and she turned to me with a stern finger. “Don’t even think about following me, Thatcher.”

Her eyes weren’t angry at all, so I knew she was just pushing my buttons the way I loved to push hers.

“I’ll be up in just a second, honey. I’ll help you with your zipper.”

“I don’t have a zipper,” she remarked just as Sean said, “Ew. Sister.”

Cassie turned toward the stairs with a smirk, and Sean just shook his head. “Make sure you’re both ready in an hour. Not an hour for screwing and an hour for getting ready. An hour total.”

“I—”

“I don’t need to know details,” he interrupted me.

I laughed and slapped a friendly hand on his shoulder. “See you in an hour.”

I walked calmly until I got to the stairs, and then took them two at a time and jogged down the hall until I found the room her mom had led me to to drop our stuff halfway through the family hellos.

I opened the door and scooted through before leaning against it when I caught sight of Cassie’s completely bare back. A bare back usually meant a bare front, and I couldn’t wait for the moment when she turned around.

“I know you’re back there, Thatcher,” she called without turning around as she lifted a foot up onto the bed and started smoothing lotion onto her thigh.

“I wasn’t trying to hide it, Cassie.”

I shoved off the door and moved forward when she didn’t say anything else, pressing my hips to her ass and squeezing the bare skin at the bottom of her stomach.

“You have the sexiest f*cking body,” I breathed into the crook of her neck. She shivered.

“We don’t have time for sex right now,” she told me, pulling away from my lips and leaning forward. She pressed her ass into my dick, and her tits swung out in front of her just enough that I caught a peek of her nipples from above. I groaned.

“There’s always time for sex.”

“Nope.” She slapped my hand away as it sought the weight of her breast.

“Does that mean we’ll have time for sex later? I really like the sex time.”

“We’ll see.” She awarded me with a smile as she turned in my arms and pushed her tits to my stomach. “Maybe if you’re a real good boyfriend.”

I was wondering how long it would take for her to start exchanging that sentiment now that I had. I had a feeling she was tossing that out there to test me, challenge me, but it didn’t matter. I liked the sound of it no matter how it came, and I found myself wanting to set her up to use it even more.

“I can be good. Can you?”

She shook her head, pushed up on her toes, and nipped at the vein in my throat. “Not tonight, baby. I’m too good at being bad.”




“How many drinks has she had?” Sean shouted over the crowd noise and music.

I watched as Cassie climbed on the stage and pulled a man in his seventies up with her. Disco lights strobed, and the beat of the music made the floor shake under our feet.