Tapping Her (Bad Boy Billionaires #1.5)(5)
Me: How’s Walter?
Cassie: He’s great! Eating, shitting, pissing, and just doing his normal cat thing around your apartment.
My eyebrows rose at that response. I had expected something more like, “He’s a f*cking *, but still alive.” Maybe he had finally warmed up to Cass?
Cassie: And I gotta say, the amount of kinky sex shit you’ve got stored under your bed is INSANE. My Wheorgie is definitely letting her freak flag fly.
Ugh. I debated telling her the truth about the giant box of kink under our bed. They were all generous and, no doubt, weird gifts from my mother. Since we got engaged, Kline and I had been receiving brand-new toys on the regular from Dr. Savannah Cummings. My crazy mother was convinced we needed to explore our sexuality together, in every possible way. Anal beads, ball gags, twelve-inch dildos, you name it, and it was shipped to our apartment.
Thatch found the box while helping us move in, and I swear to God, he wouldn’t shut up about it. Hell, he still sent me random text messages asking if I wear Ben Wa balls to work.
The thing my mother didn’t understand was that I didn’t need thousands of kinky toys when I had Kline. A vibrator was no match for his PhD in Sexual Prowess. I’d actually suggested he teach a course at NYU one night after sex. He’d laughed, but I was serious. The female population of Manhattan needed him. I brought it up every so often, but he wasn’t going for it. He said he was in charge of keeping exactly one * happy, and that position was all filled.
And, yes, I agree. I’m one lucky bitch. Don’t worry, I remind myself of this fact at least one hundred times a day.
Kline stirred a little in his sleep, one arm reaching out across the bed and stopping once it met the skin of my hip. For a moment, I just soaked up the sight of him. Hair in disarray and a few days’ worth of scruff peppering his jaw, my husband was so goddamn sexy I could hardly stand it. Over the past few days, we’d been doing nothing but climbing inside one another. The sex had been intense, crazy, and incredibly hedonistic. And I would ensure it continued that way for the duration of our honeymoon.
I set my phone down on the nightstand and decided it was time to give my husband a wake-up call. Remembering a conversation Kline and I had yesterday while we were lying under the sun, I decided to return the favor of him giving me a little striptease the night we skinny-dipped at ONE UN.
Gently, so I wouldn’t wake him, I slid out from under his arm and crossed the length the spacious bedroom in our bungalow. I put on the only pair of black heels I had brought with me and wrapped my short, silk robe around my body, tying it loosely at my waist.
Once Zayn’s “Pillowtalk” was playing from the speakers of the Bose sound system in the bedroom, I turned it way up, the beat of the seductive music overpowering the ocean waves.
Facing the bed, I waited for my husband to stir from his precious beauty sleep. His eyelids fluttered, sleepy blue gaze meeting mine, and he rubbed at his face, slowly sitting up and resting against the headboard. The sheet fell away from his hips, revealing an already impressive erection, but he wasn’t all the way there, not yet, though he would be soon.
“Baby?” he asked, slightly disoriented yet getting harder with each scan his gaze took of my body.
“Good morning,” I said, slowly moving my hips to the music.
He tilted his head to the side, eyeing me with equal parts amusement and desire.
“Don’t mind me,” I teased, turning my back to him and untying my robe. The silk material slid down a bit, revealing the skin of my shoulders. I glanced back at him, winking. “I just felt like dancing a little. You can go back to sleep if you want.”
He chuckled, shaking his head. “No, thanks. I think I’ll stay awake for this.” He fluffed some pillows behind his head and sat up a little, cocking a knee so his erection stood out. “Yeah, I’ll just lie here and enjoy my wife taunting me with her luscious ass.”
“You want me to keep dancing?” I asked, turning around and holding my robe closed, but still moving to the lust-fueled beat of the music.
“Fuck yeah. Keep doing that.” Kline nodded, slowly stroking himself as he watched me. “But lose the robe, Benny.”
God, he was hot. It took all of my willpower to continue dancing and not climb on top of him.
“Patience, husband.” I shook my head and waggled my index finger at him.
He grinned and scooted forward to sit on the edge of the bed, crooking his finger at me in a “come-hither” motion. “Get that gorgeous body over here.”
“You got plans for me, baby?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Oh, sweet Benny. You know you know the answer to that.”
The heat in his eyes had a full-body blush overwhelming my skin. I couldn’t help it; this man still had the power to turn me on with one sexy glance.
I made my way toward the bed, my movements still mimicking the music. Once I was in front of him, I rested my heel-clad foot on the mattress, beside his knee. The robe glided away from my hips and revealed me bared and wet for him. Only him. Always him.
“Fuck, baby.” His eyes consumed me. Hands to my hips, he pulled me closer, head leaning toward my waist and devious tongue sneaking out to lick along my inner thighs.
My hips jerked toward him, unable to maintain any sort of rhythm. His mouth on me would always be my undoing.