Tapping Her (Bad Boy Billionaires #1.5)(6)

Kline’s hands pushed the robe off my shoulders, the material sliding down my body and falling to the floor in a puddle of silk. His mouth pressed against my * and he moaned, his lips vibrating against my wanton skin. “This,” he whispered, tongue flicking against my clit. “This is exactly how I want to wake up every f*cking morning for the rest of my goddamn life.”

My head fell back, and a whimper spilled from my throat as he pushed a finger inside of me.

“Fuck, you’re so wet.”

“Yes,” I moaned, my hips moving with the rhythm of his mouth and hand.

“I think I’ll eat this perfect, delicious * for breakfast, and then feed you my cock when I’m done. Does that sound good, baby?”

“God, yes.”

Within seconds, I was on the bed, lying flat on my back with my legs hanging over his shoulders as Kline made good on his promise.

And boy, oh boy, did he make good on it. The Kline and Georgie honeymoon bubble was officially my favorite place on earth.





“Benny?” I called as I ran a hand through my damp, fresh-from-a-shower hair and padded across the bungalow’s light wood floors.

She didn’t answer immediately, but f*ck, I wouldn’t have either. The place was two stories, ostentatious, and bigger than our Manhattan apartment, so hearing each other wasn’t exactly easy. When the hotel had heard my name and that it was our honeymoon, they’d insisted on making it special. I was all for that. Georgie deserved the best, and it wasn’t like I couldn’t afford to give it to her. But I’d honestly thought they’d realize I’d actually want to see my bride on our honeymoon. It felt like I spent two hours out of every day just hunting her down.

“Georgie?” I yelled as I came down the staircase to the first floor. I knew I wouldn’t find her in the ocean on her own, but the private pool was completely fair game.

We’d had a morning of nothing but f*cking and flirting, and I couldn’t wait to spend the rest of the day the same way. I’d tried to convince her to shower the stickiness of our lovemaking off with me, but she’d conned me out of it with a flutter of her eyes and a pout of her lips.

That woman f*cking owned me.

At the bottom of the steps, I looked from one end of the airy space to the other and then stepped out onto the back deck to look over the pool.

Nothing.

When I turned to head back into the overwater monstrosity, there she sat, her lounge chair tucked into the shady corner with her laptop in her sun-kissed lap.

Busy and buried in a menial task she shouldn’t have been doing on our honeymoon, she hadn’t even noticed I was there.

“Baby,” I greeted softly, stepping under the shade of the porch and directly into her line of sight. Her eyes moved slowly, practically crawling their way off the page, but when they finally landed on me, they nearly bugged all the way out of her head.

“Kline!”

“Yeah, baby,” I said with a smile. “That’s me.”

“And that’s your—”

“Big-dicked Brooks. Right again, sweetheart.”

“But we’re outside! What if someone sees you?” she insisted, looking frantically back and forth around our empty patio and then back to me.

“You mean out in the middle of the ocean?” I asked, turning to point to the only aspect of our bungalow that I truly appreciated—privacy. At the end of a long line of over water huts, the back of our getaway faced no one. So few humans, so much creation. It was our own tropical paradise at the end of the world.

“Well, what if someone comes by in a kayak?”

I waggled my eyebrows and sauntered up close, looking her right in the eyes. “If you’re really worried about someone seeing it, I know just the place to hide it.”

“Kline.”

“Yeah. You’ll definitely say my name.”

“I just have to finish answering this email,” she declared, but her eyes strayed to my cock more than one time and lingered on the second. When she rubbed her legs together, I couldn’t resist.

One inch, two, I slid my hand up the silky smooth skin of her shin and her knee, and then turned to torture the meat at the inside of her thigh. It was slick with a mix of apple lotion and sweat, and every glossy knead made me want to eat up another sweet spot.

Her eyes glazed over, lost in me and the moment, and it was all I could do to put my free hand to use anywhere other than inside her tiny bikini. But I did, shutting her laptop with a snap and yanking it away just as she came out of her arousal-induced trance.

“I needed to finish that!”

“You need to come play with me,” I countered, and her eyes narrowed as I did. I leaned in slowly and licked the line of her jaw before nibbling at the lobe of her ear with my teeth.

She smiled, looking out at the ocean and realizing where we were and exactly what I meant. “Okay. Let’s play,” she agreed seductively.

I bit my lip just as she reached out and took hold of my hard and waiting dick, and the flimsy string at her hips gave way easily, untying with one simple yank. Flipping her around and letting the scrap of white fabric drop to the deck, I settled my back into the chair and brought her down on me in one full stroke.

“Mmm,” she moaned. Her head dropped back, and she shoved her tits closer to my mouth.