Banking the Billionaire (Billionaire Bad Boys, #2)(68)

She cooed and mewled like she couldn't get enough.

"Still greedy for it?" I asked on a whisper. She licked her lips and nodded.

"We'll sneak away again soon," I promised, though I doubted our sneaking  was anywhere near secret or sleuth in any way at this point. And I also  doubted I'd be the one to suggest said sneaking away. I was about one  fuck away from my dick actually falling off.

Her feet hit the floor as I set her down gently, and I kept my hands at her hips until she steadied on her feet.

The maxi skirt she had on with no panties sure made this a lot easier.  She laughed as I waved good-bye to her tits before pulling her shirt  back up to cover them. "I'll miss you," I told them, and I really would.         

     



 

Every time I saw them was like the first time.

"You okay?" I asked her as she cleaned herself up at the sink and I  buttoned and zipped my pants and buckled my belt. "You want me to wait  for you to make the walk of shame together?"

Her laugh made me back into the door. I'd never ever grow weary of it either.

"It's only the walk of shame if you have some, and you and I both know that we-"

"Don't have any," I finished for her through a chuckle. Taking a giant  stride, I closed the distance between us and kissed her once, softly, on  the lips. "I love you."

"I know," she said with a wink. My hand shot to my chest to catch my  beating heart as I backed my way to the door. She rolled her eyes at my  dramatics, and then she turned back to the mirror and rubbed at her face  and fluffed at her hair to fix all the things women worried about that  men hardly ever noticed. I took the opportunity to duck back outside.

Every eye in the suite came immediately to me.

Wes started a slow clap, and Kline pressed his face into Georgia's neck to hide his laugh. Georgie giggled outright in his lap.

"I'll make sure the cleaning crew spends extra time in there tonight," Wes remarked, and I flipped him off with a shrug.

"The game is getting ready to start," I reminded him. "Don't you have something you could be doing other than busting my balls?"

"Nope," he answered with a smirk. "Not right this second."

I smiled at the fact that I didn't care. Since Cassie had officially  become mine, I'd been fairly immune to anything that could diminish my  mood. Not much had ever affected my mood negatively before, but now my  happiness was at an all-time high.

I was really fucking tired, though.

Shoving around Wes, I took the seat beside Kline just as Georgia hopped off his lap.

"You don't have to leave on my account, Georgia girl."

She smiled and waved me off. "You guys can have guy time, and I'll go see if Cassie still has leg function."

I winked at her. "Barely."

Kline groaned.

"What?" I asked, looking back to see Cassie give me a little wave as she  came out of the bathroom. She motioned toward the door and Georgia and,  as far as I could tell, indicated they were going to go for a walk  outside.

"We'll be back," Georgia called. Kline jumped up and ran over her to give her a kiss on the lips.

Now it was Wes's turn to groan. "Jesus Christ, you guys. Did anyone  notice there's a football field down there? Or is a pussy all you can  see anymore?" He slid into Kline's vacated seat.

"It's a really pretty pussy," I told him mock-seriously.

"Who's a pussy?" Kline asked as he took the seat on my other side.

"You guys are," Wes answered.

"Pussy-whipped. I'm pussy-whipped," Kline corrected. "And trust me, no  matter what you think, it's a really good fucking thing to be."

The urge to close my eyes for a minute overwhelmed me, so I gave in, slouching down and leaning my head back.

I felt a poke at my knee and cracked an eye open. "What's wrong with you?" Wes asked. "Did Cassie fuck the life out of you?"

He was teasing, but fuck me, he really wasn't far off the mark.

Kline sat up and took interest when I didn't refute him.

Wes's phone rang before I could say anything.

"Yeah?" he answered, and I rolled my eyes at his lack of greeting. What a  prick. "All right. Yeah. I'll be down in a few minutes."

I waggled my eyebrows at Kline. "Looks like he has to go to work after all."

"Fuck you," Wes said, having heard me as he was hanging up the phone.  "I'll be back by kickoff, hopefully." He strode for the door like a man  on a mission.

"All right," Kline declared in his no-nonsense voice. "What the fuck is going on with you?"

The consideration to make a joke or avoid the topic was only brief. "I'm so tired," I told him honestly.

"Tired?"

I sat up and nodded. "Cassie has been so fucking horny lately."

He rolled his eyes, thinking I was joking. I shook my head vehemently.  "No, dude. I'm talking really horny. Six, seven, eight times a day she  wants it, and not only is my dick not physically capable, my tongue is  sore."

"Less detail," he requested with a grimace.

"She's so fucking hot, and I'd amputate my dick before saying no, but I seriously don't know if I can keep up anymore."

He started to smile, and all it did was agitate me. I pointed at him  sternly. "I'm serious. This is a problem. I mean, it's a fitting way for  me to die, but I really thought I'd have a little more time with her  before I did."         

     



 

He laughed but held his hands up in defense when my eyes narrowed. "Let's break this down. This is new behavior?"

"She's always down for a ride on the Supercock-"

"Less detail," he stressed. "I said less detail."

"But it's more so. Like, a lot more." I pouted. "Help me."

His smile mocked me, but his words told me he was genuinely trying to  help me find a solution. "Is there anything else different?"

"Like what? Did I get sexier?" I asked, and then answered myself. "I mean, maybe."

"Not with you, idiot. With her. Is there anything else different with her?"

I searched my mind wildly, and my eyes went to the ceiling. "She's crazy."

He shook his head. "So that's the same."

I laughed because, yeah, he was half right. "Yeah, but no. She's crazier, I think."

"Any changes in her body?" Kline asked, and my eyebrows pulled together.

Her body was fucking insane like always. "Jesus. I don't know. Her body is-"

"Don't tell me," he cut in before I could tell him more things he thought he didn't want to know.

And it hit me. This fucking smart bastard. "You think she's pregnant, don't you?"

He shrugged. "Is she? Could she be?"

Well, fuck. We were fucking like animals. There was always a chance she  could be pregnant. I thought back through everything until it hit me.

"Holy shit. I do think her tits are bigger." They've been trying to tell me all along.

Cassie was pregnant. Probably.

The sound of the door opening behind us pulled my gaze to the back of  the room. As Cassie and Georgia giggled their way back into the suite, I  couldn't take my eyes off my best friend. She radiated happiness and  beauty and life and everything I'd ever wanted.

Kline leaned over to whisper in my ear, and my heart jumped in my chest  when he did. "She looks good with a glow. Congratulations."





One month ago I had resigned as St. Luke's Chief of Emergency Medicine  and signed on as the New York Mavericks' head team physician. I'd made  the career change in hopes that the majority of my workweeks would cut  off at fifty hours, and most importantly, that I'd have more time to  spend with my daughter, Lexi.

Being a single mother was hard. Add in a full-time job, and it was damn  near impossible. But I felt like I'd made the right choice. Lexi wasn't  with a babysitter all of the time, and I'd started finding time for  myself, time to go out with friends, time to date-although, I had yet to  really accomplish that one.

But I wasn't in a rush to dive headfirst into the dating scene anyway. I  just wanted to enjoy this slice of normalcy I had accomplished by  taking this new job.

The bustling sounds of the stadium filled my ears as I strode through  the long hallway that led to the tunnel to walk out onto the field.  Today marked the opening game for the New York Mavericks, and I was  excited to see the guys get out onto the field and kick some ass.

My heels tip-tapped across the concrete as I pulled my phone out of my  pocket to check for what had to be a million text messages in my group  chat with Georgia and Cassie.



Georgia: Go Mavericks! Good luck today, Win!



Cassie: Ditto on what G said. How's my brother? Did he look okay during warm-ups? How's his knee? Did he say anything about it?



Georgia: SEAN IS FINE, Cass. Stop bugging her about it for the millionth time today.



Cassie: Stop texting me when you're sitting right next to me.



Georgia: You totally fucked Thatch in the owner's suite bathroom.



Cassie: I know I did. I was there.



Georgia: What's going on with you? You feeling okay?



Georgia: Hello? Earth to Cassie.