Scoring Her (Billionaire Bad Boys 3.5)

He didn’t waste any time once the waves of my orgasm began to quell. His body moved over mine, and slowly, so fucking slowly, he started to slide inside of me.

I wrapped my legs around his back and urged him to move faster, but he just smirked and shook his head. “Slow,” he whispered and continued the unhurried pace of sliding his cock inside of me what felt like one goddamn centimeter at a time.

“Please, Kline,” I begged and wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer. My breaths were hot and desperate in his ear. “Please. Please. Please.”

“Can you feel me, baby? Can you feel how hard I am for you? How fucking badly I need you?”

“Yes,” I whimpered.

He pushed his hips forward a little more, and then a little more, until finally, he was seated to the hilt. “God, you feel so fucking good, baby,” he moaned, but he didn’t move, seemingly content with just being inside of me, filling me, keeping us connected in the most intimate way.

But God, I wanted more.

I needed more.

A desperate whimper left my lips, and I could feel his smile against my neck.

“Fast or slow, Benny?”

“Fast and deep and hard,” I begged.

“I don’t actually recall giving those last two as an option,” he teased on a whisper as his devious tongue licked along the sensitive skin of my neck.

“Kline,” I whined.

“What, baby?”

“For the love of God, please fuck me.”

He chuckled softly into my ear, and then reared back so he was seated on his knees and my spread thighs rested in his large hands. He nodded above me. “Hold on tight to the headboard, Benny.”

My head tilted to the side—not so much in confusion but in stimulation overload.

“Hold. On. Tight. To. The. Headboard,” he repeated again, and I actually followed his instructions that time, lifting my arms above my head and gripping the heavy wood tightly with my fingers.

He smirked like the devil.

Oh, hell yesss…

His hips punched forward in one hard thrust, and I moaned in response.

“This what you needed, sweetheart?”

“Yes. Yes. Yes.”

Question and answer time was over after that. Kline’s pace turned fast and deep and methodically unrelenting as he started to really fuck me the way I had been begging for. I was a goner within minutes, shouting my climax so loudly I was certain the people in the water park could hear me.

And he was right behind me, gripping my thighs tightly and pushing himself deep as he came inside of me on a rough, sexy groan. It was the kind of thing that went beyond auditory recognition and became multisensory. All I had to do was think about it, anywhere, anytime, and I could conjure the feel of it as though it had just happened.

Breathless, Kline fell onto the bed beside me and pulled me into his arms. We stayed entangled in each other’s arms for a long moment as he ran his fingers through my hair. I even started to drift off to sleep until Kline’s soft chuckle filled my ears.

“What are you laughing about?” I asked and rested my chin on his chest as I peeked out of one sleepy eye.

He smirked down at me. “You’re a greedy little thing. One day, you might actually be the death of me.”

I giggled and rolled my eyes.

“Everyone thinks Georgia is so innocent, but I know different,” he said with a secret smile. “She’s greedy and a bit dirty and insanely horny.”

“Kline!”

He raised an amused eyebrow in disagreement. “I think you’d keep my cock inside of you all day, every day, if it was an actual possibility.”

Before I could offer a sassy retort, my phone started ringing and vibrating against the nightstand. I quickly grabbed it and answered before really thinking through why this particular person would be calling me. Since her pregnancy, I had been conditioned to always answer my best friend’s calls, no matter the time or place.

“Everything okay, Cass?” I asked.

“Yep,” she answered a little too enthusiastically. “The baby just wants to see you.”

My brow furrowed in skepticism. “The baby is two months old, Cassie.”

“I know,” she said with amazement in her voice. “He’s crazy smart. I’m pretty sure he said your name. He really, really, really wants to see his Auntie Georgia.”

Obviously, I was going to have to un-condition myself from answering all of Cassie’s calls. And I probably needed to do that sooner rather than later. I would’ve laid money on the fact that she was literally trying to push her baby off on me for reasons other than sleep.

Before I could question or react to the familiar sound of soft footfalls across the tile of our hotel room, Cassie’s voice was far too close and not coming from the phone when she asked, “Do you think you could put some clothes on, guys? Sheesh, I’ve been standing out here for what feels like an eternity while you and Kline were bringing it home.”

I glanced up to find my best friend casually leaning against the doorway to our bedroom. Her eyes glittered with amusement as she shamelessly gave my husband a once-over, paying particular attention to his…

“Nice work, Big-dick,” she said with a waggle of her brows.

…Yeah, that.

“Jesus, Cass!” My cheeks grew hot with embarrassment as I grabbed the sheet from the foot of the bed and tugged it over us.

Her smile grew wider.

“Mind explaining how you got in here?” Kline asked, far too calmly, in my opinion.

She waved him off. “I have my ways.”

“Why are you here?” I questioned on a shout and sat up on the bed, clutching the sheet to my chest. “And do I even want to know how long you’ve been in our hotel room?”

“Probably not,” she responded with a shrug. “And Ace wants to know when you’re going to spend time with him today like you promised.”

“Pretty sure I didn’t promise that,” I muttered.

“Well…I’m not sure where he got that idea then…”

A humorless laugh left my lips. “He’s two months old, Cass! His ideas go about as far as when to cry for your crazy huge nipples, a diaper change, and sleep.”

“What time do you want to come up and get him from our room?”

“Huh?” I asked, confusion turning my expression from irate to baffled. I glanced at Kline. “Am I in the same conversation? Is this a fucking dream? What is happening?”

“Think you guys can be ready in about an hour?” Cassie continued on, unfazed.

My eyes met hers again. “Oh my God! You’re insane! Get out!”

She forced a frown to her face. “So, you’re not coming up to spend time with your godson?”

My eyes damn near bugged out of my head. “I’m a bit underdressed to have cuddle time with my godson right now, wouldn’t you say?”

“He’s going to be really disappointed…”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” I groaned. “He’s an infant. He can’t even wrap his little mind around the emotion disappointment.”

“Okay, okay, I get it.” She held up both arms and started to back away from the doorway. “I’ll let you guys enjoy the orgasm glow for a little bit longer, and I’ll text you when Ace is ready for you to come get him. Sound good?” she asked, but she didn’t wait for our answer. “He’s going to be so excited!” she called over her shoulder, and then a few seconds later, the door clicked shut.

Kline and I sat there in silence for a few bewildered moments until he whispered, “We need new friends.”

I nodded. “Yeah. We definitely need new friends.”

“You know if we don’t go now, we’re going to regret it, right?”

“Yeah,” I grumbled, moving from the haven of my husband’s postcoital cuddle far too soon. “I’m way too aware.”

Cassie smirked like a horny little devil woman as she sashayed across the master bedroom of our Atlantis hotel room and toward the foot of the bed, all the while her gaze never leaving the very spot where the sheet rested—more like tented—above my naked hips.

A man had to be prepared, and when it came to my gorgeous fucking wife, already being naked was the very best kind of preparation.

Her eyes met mine, and she winked. “Pull that sheet a little lower, Daddy.”

Oh, fuck yeah. She was breaking out the “Daddy.” This only happens with the good stuff.

All too eager to please the apple of my eye, the woman of my dreams, my wife, and the mother of my son, I hooked my thumbs under the edge of the fabric and tried to stop my hips from lifting straight to the ceiling. It was bad form to poke her in the eye before she could get her lips wrapped around the ole Supercock.

And yeah, I’m speaking from experience.

I know I’m normally better than that, but my wife is the absolute epitome of hot, and the first time postpartum was bound to be subject to a few snags…

Give me a break. It had been six weeks, for fuck’s sake.

The last time I went that long without sex was—well, I’m getting too old to be able to remember that long ago.

“Oh, yeah,” I said aloud as a full musical score of “Get Low” by the one and only Lil Jon played victoriously in my head. Bu duh dum dum dum. I would keep myself in control, not blind her or cause the need for an eye patch, and this would be amazing.