The Billionaire Next Door (Billionaire Bad Boys #2)(70)

“Don’t say that,” Gena warned. “He’ll—”

“Bill.” Tag slid open the divider again. “Call Uno’s and order us two everythings and a cheese and whatever you’d like.”

“Yes, sir,” Bill said before once again disappearing behind the opaque glass.

“He’ll do that,” Gena finished. She raised her glass. “To Taggart Crane.”

“Taggart!” Rachel and Lucas said in unison.

“Fuck all of you.”

“Or just the blond one.” Gena sent Rachel a saucy wink, and Rachel burst out laughing. It was hard to believe she’d ever been nervous around him. Nervous to touch him, nervous to be near him. Now she sat, pressed to his side like she belonged there. What he couldn’t get over is that he felt like she did.

More firsts.

“Champagne.” Gena thrust glasses into Rachel’s and Tag’s hands.

“You can kiss me if you want to,” Rachel said, keeping her voice low when Gena and Lucas started chatting to each other.

“Not afraid of me any longer, Dimples?”

She shook her head, those adorable dents making their appearance on each side of her face. He pushed his fingers into her hair, leaned in, and kissed her, not caring if his friends were wolf-whistling from the back of the limo.

“Like we’re kids again,” Luc grumbled.

“Aw, I think they’re cute,” Gena argued.

When the kiss heard ’round the limo was through, Rachel sipped her champagne and gave him a look through veiled lashes communicating one thing and one thing only: she wanted him.

Best news Tag received all evening.

*



“Catch you at the gym. Wednesday?” Lucas stepped out of the limo, taking his slightly inebriated wife by the hand. Gena talked like a sailor when she was drunk, and Tag always laughed at the random swear words she made up whenever drunk.

“Come on, shit-weasel!” she hollered, walking backward toward the house.

“Excuse me, I have to remind my wife we have children.”

“Okay, shit-weasel, have a good night.” Tag waved as Luc shut the door.

Rachel sobered from her giggles and relinquished her flute. “I had way too much champagne.”

“Depends. Are you willing to go home with me?”

“Yes.” A smile.

“Then you’ve had just enough.” He smiled back.

“I think we should have sex back here.” Her eyes went wide.

“You sure?” He couldn’t help chuckling. “That was probably the champagne talking. I’m all for taking you to bed, but—what are you doing?”

She was undoing his shirt buttons. That’s what she was doing. He was no stranger to being stripped or for a woman to ask to see him naked from the waist up, but this was Rachel, and they were sort of in public. And now she was working on his belt buckle.

Her mouth hit his for a long kiss; then she pulled away and whispered, “Tell Bill up there to take the long way home.”

“Honey, I’ll tell him to take all night.” He cupped her face with his palm. He’d had plenty to drink, too, and sex in the back of this car right now with her sounded like heaven.

She whispered two words: “Do it.”

Then he was kissing her, with no further convincing necessary on her part.





Chapter 20



She rises.”

Rachel groaned as she stepped out of his bedroom wearing his button-down shirt from last night and dragging the blanket from the bed along with her. Her hair was a tangled blond mess, her legs bare and beautiful, and every last thing he did with her in the limo flickered through his head like a movie.

Pushing her skirt up her thighs.

Peeling her panties down her legs.

Going down on her on the seat while she writhed, and when she was wet and ready sliding all the way home.

Okay, enough of that or he’d develop a limp from the hard-on already trying to make an appearance this morning. He couldn’t get enough of this woman. She’d saturated his life, and he’d soaked her in, allowing her to take up most of his space. For a guy who liked free rein of said space, he found he didn’t mind as much as he’d have thought.

“My queen,” he greeted, pouring her a cup of coffee. “How ya feeling?”

“Champagne gives me a headache.” She plopped on his couch, and he walked into the living room, her coffee in hand.

“Especially when you drink a vat of it. Here. This’ll help.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re sexy in the morning, Dimples.”

“Shut. Up.”

Next to her, he pushed her hair off her face and leaned in to lay a kiss on her mouth. “I let you sleep, so you have to take a shower with me. Wash my back.”

“I do not,” she said against the rim of her mug, but she was smiling. “What’s on the agenda today?”

“Make an appearance at the Crane for an invigorating conference meeting with the board.” He planned on presenting the plans for the Oahu bar.

“Are you giving a presentation?”

“Not officially. But I do have handouts.” He barely managed a saccharine smile. There was no love lost between the board that had stuck their noses in his business then out again, then asked for details at the last minute. But he understood it was part of the Crane gig. Plus, he was damn proud of those plans.