Tapping The Billionaire (Billionaire Bad Boys 1)

I inhaled a hiccupping breath, smiling down at him.

And then I nodded my head a thousand times.

I was saying, “Yes, yes, yes,” over and over again as he slid the ring down my finger and pulled me into his arms.

“I love you,” he whispered into my ear.

“I love you too…so much.”

He brushed his lips over mine, kissing me soft and sweet, until his tongue slipped past the seam and danced with mine. His fingers slid into my hair, gripping the strands and tilting my head as he kissed me deeper, stronger, pouring everything he was feeling into that perfect kiss.

Kline Brooks had just asked me to marry him.

And I had said yes.

“Baby, will you beatbox your vows at our wedding?” he teased, face pressed against my neck, lips sucking softly.

“I want a prenup,” I teased back.

He leaned back, his eyes meeting mine.

“See,” I said, unable to stop the smile consuming my face. “I have all of this money now. And I own this awesome business. And I really need to start looking after myself. I don’t think you’re a gold digger, but—”

He cut me off with another kiss, chuckling against my lips.

“Does this mean you’re agreeing to it?” I asked, feigning concern. “Because it’s really important to me.”

“I’ll agree to anything you want as long as I get to keep you forever,” he added, a mischievous smirk taking over his mouth. “But first, before we get into all the legalities of your money, we’ve got some more important things to do.”

“Wait…you weren’t kidding about signing your business over to me?”

“Fuck no. It’s yours.”

“Why would you—but that’s—” I stuttered, jaw dropping. “Kline, that’s ridiculous!”

“The only thing that’s ridiculous right now is that we’re still standing in this fucking office and not in my bedroom where I can take off that skirt with my mouth.”

“Oh,” I said, shocked by the sudden change in pace and my body’s quick response to that specific pace. My nipples tightened under my blouse, and I was already throbbing in anticipation between my legs.

“Baby, don’t get mad, but you’re not going to be able to move fast enough in those heels.”

“Huh?” I asked two seconds before I was airborne and thrown over Kline’s shoulder.

“Kline!” I shouted, gripping his arms for balance.

“Just hold on, Benny,” he said, chuckling, as he strode out of his office. One of his hands held tight to my skirt, keeping me covered and safe from flashing the entire office my ass cheeks.

“This is so embarrassing!” I shouted as we passed through the door and into the hallway where most of my former coworkers were gawking at us.

But he didn’t care. He was a man on a mission, solely focused on getting us the hell out of there.

“Pam! Hold all of my calls! I’ll be busy for the rest of the day!” he called over his shoulder.

“But I thought I owned the company?” I retorted, laughter spilling from my lips.

“I mean, hold all of Georgia’s calls! She’ll be too busy ri—”

I reached out, covering his mouth.

He laughed against my palm. His finger smashed against the elevator call button, practically breaking the down option.

He didn’t waste any time, getting us on and off the elevator in what felt like seconds.

And then we were at his car, Frank opening the door.

Kline tossed me into the back, moving in beside me and telling his driver to get us to his apartment. He was itching with impatience, adding, “And don’t worry about the cops. Just gun it. I’ll cover the speeding tickets.”

I loved that he was that anxious to get me alone in his bed. I loved that he was willing to put everything on the line to prove to me he was the man I had originally thought he was. I loved that he had proposed. I loved that he had carried me out of the office like a man possessed.

I loved him. God, I loved him.

I was so far gone on this man, I felt drunk from it.

I moved over to him, straddling his thighs, gripping his shoulders.

His eyebrows rose, blue eyes twinkling with intrigue.

“I can’t wait,” I whispered against his lips. “I need you. Right. Now.” My finger found the button for the privacy window, shutting it before Kline could refuse.

It was just the two of us in the back seat, Frank’s eyes in the rearview mirror no longer visible.

“Fuck, I’ve missed this.” Kline’s hands found their way to the hem of my skirt, moving it up my thighs and over my hips. “I was afraid we’d never be here again.”

“I’ve missed this too. I missed you so much.”