Tapping Her (Bad Boy Billionaires #1.5)(36)

Unknown: If you would like to unsubscribe from Interesting Whale Facts of the Day, text yes. But we really hope you don’t because we’d sure miss you!



Me: YES.



Unknown: YES, PLEASE! You just received a superspecial subscription to Sexy Words of the Day. There’s nothing sexier than a man whispering, “You’re beautiful,” into a woman’s ear.



What the f*cking f*ck? My fingers tapped violently across the screen.



Me: Goddammit. I don’t want this.



Unknown: We had an issue with processing your request. If you’d like to unsubscribe from Sexy Words of the Day, text yes.



Me: FUCK YES. UNSUBSCRIBE YOU STUPID MOTHERFUCKERS.



Unknown: You’re a dirty, dirty boy who just received a free picture subscription to Spank Me Daddy. Are you ready for your first picture? Text yes, if you are.



Okay. I’d been frustrated, but f*ck if I wasn’t intrigued by this turn of events.



Me: YES



Unknown: Uh-oh, you just unsubscribed from Spank Me Daddy. We’re going to be so sad you’re leaving.



Me: I said YES, cocksucker. Fucking hell, you need better IT.



Unknown: Did someone just say the secret password?



Oh, yeah! Now we were speaking the same language.



Me: Cocksucker? That’s my secret password?



Unknown: Yes, he did! You’ve just won 30 days of getting to watch Cassie masturbate without getting to touch her. Congratulations, dickwad.



Unknown: Oh, hey, by the way, I got a new number.



Goddammit, this f*cking girl. She was pure evil. I hadn’t heard from her since we’d parted ways in front of the coffee shop. I glanced around the crowded tattoo parlor and found no one was paying me or my half chub any attention. It was nearing one a.m., but this was when the place got really busy. Everyone was occupied.

I assigned her name to this number and shot her a reply.



Me: whispering into your ear You’re beautiful, Cassie.



Cass: I know. You should see me right now. Bent forward at the waist. Legs spread. And…



Jesus Christ.



Me: And what? What are you doing, babe?



Cass: Touching…Lots of touching…



Yes. Hell yes.



Cass: Phones. Touching phones, you perv. Verizon has a strict pants policy.



Verizon? What the hell? I glanced around one more time before stepping out onto the sidewalk and pushing the little phone at the top of her message.

She answered on the first ring.

“Well, hello, Thatcher. You sure are a naughty boy, Daddy.”

I chuckled. “I’m only as naughty as you want me to be, honey.”

“How are you? Out chasing *?” she asked, and my eyebrows pinched together. She sounded like she was fishing.

I looked back inside the shop through the glass door and back down to the sidewalk. “No. At work, actually.”

“Work?” she yelled. “It’s like middle-of-the-night o’clock there too, isn’t it?”

“Ah, but I’m a man of many mysteries. You didn’t think I just had the one job, did you?”

“Well, yeah. I f*cking did.”

I laughed. “I told you. I have my hands in everything.”

“I just figured that was a euphemism for *.”

Frankie’s gaze jerked toward me through the door at the sound of my booming laughter, and I shook my head at him. “What are you doing with a new number? If you lost your phone, you can just get a new one, you know.”

“Fuck that shit. And I didn’t lose my phone. I’m f*cking responsible.”

“Right,” I lied.

“I am. That’s what the number change is all about, actually. The last four digits spell out ‘Cass’ now. How f*cking great is that?”

My eyebrows pinched together again. “You changed your number so that you’d have a text acronym at the end?”

“Yes! I had a late afternoon shoot, and then went for a couple of drinks with the guys afterward.”

“The guys?”

“And we were talking and drinking, and it just hit me. I had to change my number.”

I was curious about the guys. Really f*cking curious. But now I was curious about other things. “You’re drunk right now?”

“Tipsy,” she admitted.

Jesus. All that whale shit and subterfuge. “You’re probably the most proficient drunk texter I’ve ever encountered in my life,” I said and laughed.

“Baby,” drunk Cassie cooed, and my dick swelled from half cocked to fully loaded. “I’m proficient at all kinds of things.”




Bahamas, Tuesday, May 16th, Very Early Morning





“I’m all ears, honey.” His husky voice vibrated against my cheek.

I ran my finger across the rim of my margarita glass and then slid it into my mouth, sucking the salt off. The jury was still out on why Thatch had been my first text from my new number, but for some odd reason, he was.