Tapping The Billionaire (Bad Boy Billionaires #1)(91)

“Now, let’s get back to what you were saying before. I believe you said something about putting your mouth on me?” He smirked, waggling his brows playfully. “Or do you want me to just slide inside of you? Because I’m a big fan of this perfect *.” He ground against me.

“The biggest fan, actually. No one loves this * as much as I do. Which is why no one else will ever see it, touch it, taste it. Consider me your orgasm donor for life. Any time, hour, second of any day, you need to come, I’m your guy.”

I giggled. “Like my orgasm soul mate?”

I was rewarded with a smile. “Exactly like that.”

He brushed his fingers across my belly and hip bone, where the pen’s previous ministrations still had my nerve endings tingling. “This is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“What did you write?” My eyes followed his, to the place where his hand rested on my skin. “Move your hand,” I urged. “I swear to God, if you drew a penis or—” I stopped mid-sentence, my gaze locking onto the straight and narrow lines of his masculine script.

My heart in your hands and you in my arms, that’s all I’ll ever need.

“I mean it,” he whispered. “I mean every word, Georgia.”

I looked at him, really looked at him, hovering above me, his hands now resting beside my head. His heart was in his eyes—tender, loving, perfect.

What simple words for such a profound declaration.

Kline had just laid it all out there. He’d just told me I had him. He was mine. His heart was in my hands. And all he wanted was me. And that would be enough for him.

“I love you,” I said, my voice choking on emotion. “I love you so much, Kline.”

“I love you, too.” He kissed me hard, deep, and desperate. His lips, his touch, the way he made love to me, it told me everything I needed to know.

This was real, him and me. This was it. And the best part of that revelation was that we were both certain. Neither of us was in limbo, waiting for the other to catch up or decide if this was right. We were all in, both of us, in love.

Intense, life changing, forever a part of one another kind of love.




I handed my boarding pass off and walked onto the plane. I was beyond exhausted, my arms damn near giving out as I lifted my carry-on up and stowed it away. Kline had switched my seat without my knowing. Yesterday, he had seen my boarding pass on the nightstand and asked if I was in coach because the flight was overbooked. When I responded that I didn’t want to take advantage of the company’s budget, he told me to never book a seat in coach again.

I’d acquiesced with a sassy, “Yes, sir.”

Apparently, he’d appreciated that answer because I had been generously rewarded with his talented mouth between my legs.

The second I arrived at the airport and got through security in record time—thank God, considering I was running thirty minutes behind schedule—I was called over to the gate, where an attendant instructed that I had been upgraded to a first class window seat.

He sure was one sneaky, adorable, demanding man when he wanted to be.

I clicked my seatbelt into place and grabbed my phone from my purse as passengers continued to board the plane and find their seats. Even though he was probably sound asleep, I decided to send him a quick text.



Me: Someone changed my seat. I’m currently relaxing in first class, enjoying the view from the window.



Kline: I think you should thank whoever did it with that really awesome thing you do with your mouth.



And I thought I had sex on the brain all the time. Pervert.



Me: When I figure it out, I’ll keep that idea in mind.



Kline: If I told you it was me, would you make that idea a reality?



Me: I don’t know…I’m an in-the-moment kind of gal. I’m not very good with hypotheticals.



Kline: It was me. I’ll fit time into my schedule tomorrow night so you can properly thank me.



Me: Now that I’m in the moment, I’m not feeling all that into your idea…



Kline: Did I mention there would be an exchange? You thanking me, me thanking you kind of thing.



Me: Slot me in for tomorrow night at seven.



Kline: Sudden change in feelings?



Me: You presented a very attractive offer, Mr. Brooks.



Kline: Always a pleasure doing business with you, Ms. Cummings.



Me: Likewise…I miss you.



God, I really was a goner. It had only been an hour since I’d kissed him goodbye while he was all sleepy and adorable and begging me to stay, and already, my chest ached over the idea that I wouldn’t get to see him again until tomorrow night.



Kline: I haven’t stopped thinking about you since you left. I think you should quit your job. You should still be in this bed beside me and not on a goddamn flight back home.



Me: I’ll let my boss know ASAP.



Kline: Good idea.



The third round of passengers started to filter down the aisle, heading through the curtains and into coach. I tapped the email icon, drafting a quick message to my “boss.”