Banking the Billionaire (Bad Boy Billionaires Book 2)(98)

“Kisses,” Dean agreed in dismissal.

I smiled and looked around us aimlessly, only to spot someone I knew. “Hey, it’s Clinton.”

“Clinton?” Dean asked.

“Thatch’s little brother,” Kline explained with a laugh.

“There’s a little mini-me version of you?” Dean asked with interest.

I turned to get Clint’s attention, but I heard Georgia explaining in the background. “Down, boy. It’s the Big Brothers Big Sisters program with the city. Cassie set it up for him.”

“Clint!” I called loudly to get his attention. He turned on a dime, eyes scanning the crowd. I was easier to find since I towered above almost everyone.

He waved as if to say, “Oh, hey, Thatch.” I wasn’t really sure if it was out of obligation or excitement. I wasn’t exactly used to being forced on someone by an organization. Forced on people by myself, sure.

“I’m glad you came out,” I told him as I got to him. “Looks like you’ve already made a trip down.” His skin and big white T-shirt glowed with the fluorescent water, neon green, yellow, and orange tingeing every exposed surface.

He looked down at himself and laughed. “Yeah.”

Cassie had set this up as one of her many jokes, but I had to admit I was having a blast. Helping Clint and mentoring him was one of the best things I’d ever done. I didn’t know if I was the best f*cking example, but I was trying.

“How’d that math test go?”

“All right, I guess.”

“Just all right?”

He shrugged.

“Let me know when you want to get together, and we’ll go over everything again.”

“You don’t gotta do that,” he said. “You already taught it to me once.”

“I know I don’t have to,” I replied. “But I want to.”

His face seemed blank, but I knew he was actively thinking it over.

“You here with your friends?” I asked.

“Yep.”

They stood behind him, watching us with interest. I stuck out my fist for a pound. “Okay, man. I’ll let you get back to it.”

He nodded and turned to leave, but after a brief pause, turned back. “Thanks, Thatch.”

I smiled wide enough that I knew my teeth had to be glowing like Ross’s in that “The One with Ross’s Teeth” episode of Friends. “Yeah, man. No problem. See you soon.”

This time, I turned to go so he wouldn’t have to. Cassie stood watching me while Phil tangled the leash around her legs. She shook her head and winked when I blew her a kiss.

“Where’s Will? I need more man meat,” Dean pouted as I returned to the group and wrapped an arm around Cass’s shoulder.

“He’s working,” Georgia said with a frown.

“Oh!” Cassie said as though she’d just remembered. “What about Winnie? Did anyone invite her?”

Georgia nodded. “I did. She couldn’t get a sitter.”

From what Cassie had told me, Winnie seemed like another ballbuster of a woman. I was really looking forward to meeting her.

Always late to the party, Wes walked up right then. “Who couldn’t get a sitter?”

“Winnie,” Cassie told him. “You’d really like her, actually. She works with Will.”

Wes waved it off. “Last thing I need is a woman with a kid.”

Kline and I cringed in sympathy.

“That’s f*cking awful,” Cassie snapped.

“Oh no, he didn’t,” Dean whispered dramatically.

“Seriously. Forget that, then. She deserves better than you,” Cassie scoffed, and Wes just shook his head, looking to the men, but not a single one of us was willing to go down with his ship.

Sorry, dude.

I had a woman to think about now.

One I very much hoped would reward me for my loyalty tonight.

Her eyes said she would.

Wild for wild, prank for prank.

As soon as I found someone to watch my goddamn pig, I was going to take that woman for a ride.




We looked radioactive as we tumbled through the door to our apartment that night. Cassie was wrapped around me like a glove, and I didn’t have any desire to come up for air.

I didn’t care if the apartment looked like a goddamn pride parade under a black light.

Phil barely made it through the opening before I shoved it shut with the weight of Cassie’s perfect body.

“God,” she moaned as I ate my way down the line of her throat with my teeth.

“No, baby. Thatch.”

Her fingers shot out and pinched my nipple ring with a rough tug. Thankfully, the state of my dick was too important to her right now.

Redistribution of blood flow made the move even more painful. When she licked the seam of my lips, it transitioned straight to pleasure.

I hiked her higher on the door and put my face directly between her tits. Her hands worked to loosen the waistband of my jersey shorts, pulling them and my boxer briefs free of my fully erect dick in one motion. I shoved it against her as soon as it was free, trapping her hand between us.

“You wet for me, baby?”

“I could be wetter,” she challenged, and I growled. Phil snorted relentlessly at my feet until finally climbing into my shorts and underwear at my ankles. Cassie looked down and cackled.