Tapping Her (Bad Boy Billionaires #1.5)(27)

“For the love of God, why?”

I shrugged. “Mostly because they’re out, I guess. My tits and his boner.”

“Jesus. Next time you’re around him, make like an evangelical and cover those things up. See if that helps…” She paused, and then added, “Wait… What do you mean they’re out?”

Thatch smirked at the barista, and her cheeks flushed pink. For f*ck’s sake, he held some kind of magical power over women. One smile and he had the girl making our coffee two seconds away from convulsing into a spontaneous orgasm.

What would he be like in bed?

My mind took that as a green light to conjure up the possibilities—me riding his face, him f*cking me with my legs in the air, my tongue sliding up his shaft, my tits wrapped around his cock… Yeah, they were some wickedly dirty fantasies.

My brain and * were convinced he’d be a fantastic f*ck, and that only made me more intrigued about Thatcher Kelly.

“Cass? Are you still there?” Georgia’s voice filled my ear.

“Yep.”

“You totally just drifted off into ‘I’m gonna Thatch that’ fantasyland.”

“Yep,” I agreed.

“Just promise me you’ll wait to screw his brains out until after you leave the restaurant. I’d like to enjoy the rest of my honeymoon without trying to wire you bail money.”

“I’m not gonna f*ck Thatch,” I lied.

Wait…what? Was I already planning on getting in the Jolly Green Giant’s pants?

I’d save that question to mull over at a later time. Preferably when he wasn’t heading toward me with his arms full of coffee and blueberry muffins.

She snorted in laughter. “Yeah, and I’m not looking forward to riding my husband’s cock in about five minutes.”

“He’s standing there with his giant schlong in front of your face, isn’t he?”

Georgia giggled.

“All right, well, before you have your mouthful of pee-nis, I need to give you the rundown on Walnuts.”

“Okay,” she muttered, already sounding distracted.

Perfect.

I took a deep breath and said everything in a rush. “We actually just found him a few hours ago. He’s good. Sorry I lied. He’s at the vet. Gonna stay there until you guys get back because I’ve got a shoot, and obviously, we’re really bad babysitters. So it’s better that way. Okayloveyoubye.”

I hit end on the call as Thatch sat across from me at the table, setting my coffee and muffin before me.

“She take it well?” he asked, his long fingers sliding the wrapper off his muffin with surprising finesse.

Yeah, he could definitely butter my muffin. Any f*cking day of the week.

“I don’t know.” I shrugged.

Thatch chuckled. “You hung up before she even responded, didn’t you?”

“Yep,” I answered, taking a sip from my coffee. “You use that same tactic with Kline, don’t you?”

He nodded. “All the f*cking time.”

Man, we were so much alike it was creepy.

My phone vibrated across the table with a text notification.



Georgia: You’re lucky I’m in a different time zone. Text me the vet’s info.



Me: You’re a surprisingly good multitasker.



Georgia: Why are we friends?



Me: Less typing. More sucking. P.S. Friends don’t let friends blow and text at the same time, Wheorgie. It’s dangerous.



Georgia: Put a bra on.



I laughed out loud at that one.

Thatch tilted his head to the side. “What’s so funny?”

I held my phone out to him, letting him see the conversation. He chuckled a few times and then took it upon himself to snatch my phone and start scrolling through my shit.

“Oh, so it’s like that, is it?” I held out my hand. “If you want to be nosy, it has to be on equal terms.”

He didn’t bat an eye at my demand, sliding his phone out of his pocket and across the table.

To be honest, I was a little surprised by his openness, but I probably shouldn’t have been. I didn’t have anything to hide or be embarrassed about. Therefore, the guy version of me probably didn’t either.

Shit. The asshat didn’t even have a passcode set up on his phone.

My fingers tapped on his pictures first, scrolling through numerous photos of sports games and hilarious candids of his friends. I stopped on one that made me smile. “Are you wearing a ‘Single and Ready to Mingle’ shirt in this pic?”

“Fuck yeah, I am. Don’t knock the shirt, it’s my favorite.”

“I’m stealing that shirt. I’ll f*cking wrestle you for it if I have to.”

“You don’t need to come up with excuses to wrestle me, honey. Name the time and place and lose the crop top, and I’m there.”

I laughed. “Keep dreaming.”

“All dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them.”

“Did you just quote Walt Disney in the context of getting me naked?”

“Sure did,” he said, eyes back on my phone.

I moved to his contacts next, finding a slew of female names.