Tapping The Billionaire (Bad Boy Billionaires #1)(88)

“Don’t even think about it,” I warned, poking him in the belly. “You will not get all frisky with me in this bathtub.”

He waggled his brows. “What about in the bed?”

“No,” I retorted. “I refuse to go into an orgasm coma again.”

He tilted his head, an endearing smirk highlighting his lips.

“Well, not ever, just not here.” I quickly backtracked because, yeah, no way in hell would I deny myself that kind of orgasm forever. I wasn’t a crazy person.

He laughed, kissing my nose. “Whatever you say, Benny girl.”





As the plane throttled forward and took off down the runway, Georgia screamed like we were on a roller coaster, shrieking at every bump, lump, and wind gust.

“Jesus,” I shouted over her squeals and rubbed at the meat of her thigh. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’d never flown before!”

We’d both been surprised by the trip, a last-minute meeting with a vendor that wanted to go live on our site ASAP. It didn’t happen often, but when people jumped up and down and waved money around, we jumped back. This was one of those times and the reason we found ourselves San Diego bound this early in the day on the Tuesday after a weekend with her parents.

“It’s different on a private plane,” she yelled back, even though there wasn’t a need. I’d only had to yell before to be heard over her screeching, but she wasn’t concerned. And she didn’t seem tired either. I, myself, was exhausted from a weekend filled with Savannah and Dick. And Georgia and my dick. Truly, the D was everywhere.

Gemma, my regular personal flight attendant, smiled happily from her jump seat. Thankfully, she seemed rather amused by it all.

“Baby, it’s the same as a normal plane,” I argued at a conventional volume. “Just smaller.”

“No. Nuh-uh,” she disagreed. “This is not like regular planes. Regular planes make you feel like a poor, desperate vagabond, willing to subject yourself to any treatment just to make it to your destination.”

“What airline are you flying?” I laughed. “Third World Air?”

She shook her head and smiled before looking out the window again. “It’s more whoopty or something,” she tried to explain.

“Whoopty?”

“Whimsical. Roller-coaster-y.”

I smiled and she laughed, throwing her hands up and pointing to her face in confirmation. “Fun!”

I leaned over and kissed the apple of her cheek. “I’m the fun part.”

“You are,” she agreed with my lie.

She was the fun. Hands down.

“You mind if I take a little nap?” I asked, knowing I’d need my business brain later instead of the current mush.

“Aw, Kline. My old man is tired, huh?”

I had to laugh as I nodded. “He is.”

Her body seemed to deflate all at once as she laid her head on my shoulder. “I am too. I feel like I haven’t slept in ages.”

“We haven’t,” I pointed out. Weeks of courting and falling and f*cking had taken its toll. “Just snuggle into me, baby. We’ll both catch some shut-eye. We’ve got about five hours until we get there.”

She didn’t say anything out loud, just nuzzled the top of her head farther into my neck and crossed an arm over my body.

I breathed in the smell of her shampoo and rubbed the soft strands of her hair with my fingers. I wanted to stay awake and savor it, talk to her, laugh with her, soak more of her in. But the lull of the plane and the hum of the engine enhanced a pull into sleep that already needed no help.

With my eyes shut and heart full, I was mere moments away from a deep sleep when Georgia called my name.

“Yeah, baby?” I asked, my voice thick and sluggish with the impending doze.

“I’ve never been happier to miss sleep in my life.”

Ditto.




“Just one room,” I told the front desk clerk as she handed me our cards. My assistant, Pam, had, of course, made the arrangements, and she’d have had no way of knowing Georgia and I were following a one-room sleeping plan.

Personally, I didn’t have even one f*ck left to give. But Georgie cared. And I cared about what she cared about. It was a really mushy, complicated web of romance, but in the end, all that mattered was her.

“Yes, sir,” the young girl agreed, taking the keys back and tapping away at the computer.

We’d gone straight from the airport to the meeting, and from the meeting to dinner. Thanks to one of the best plane catnaps I’d ever had, we had just enough time to spend another night not sleeping before Georgia had to be on a plane back home in the morning.

“Here you go,” the desk clerk offered, handing me back a solitary key. “Room 554. The elevators are down the hall behind you and on the right.”

“Thanks.” I smiled and grabbed my small bag from its spot at my feet.

Georgia was already down the elevator hall, pacing the tile floor in front of them as she talked over the details of things she needed for tomorrow’s meeting with Dean. As imperative as the phone call seemed on the surface, I had a suspicion it was more of an excuse to avoid awkwardly standing next to me at the desk than a necessity.

“Ready?” I asked as I came to a stop in front of her.