Tapping The Billionaire (Bad Boy Billionaires #1) (47 page)

He brushed the tears from my cheeks with a soft stroke of his thumb. “Georgia Rose Cummings, will you marry me?”

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.”

His heady gaze moved up my body until they found mine again. “You’re going to marry me?”

I nodded.

“You’re going to move in with me?”

I nodded again, smiling this time.

His cock grew hard and strained beneath me.

“You mean, I get you, every day, for the rest of my life?”

“Yes,” I said, a giddy laugh bubbling up from my throat.

“I get live-in Georgia. And beautiful, sleepy Georgia waking up next to me. And singing in the shower Georgia. And dancing around my kitchen Georgia,” he rambled, eyes bright with excitement and adoration. “And I get—”

I stopped him with my lips, pressing my mouth urgently against his.

We kissed until we were out of breath, our bodies instinctively moving against one another.

“Baby,” he moaned into my mouth. “Not here. Not like this. I want you in our bed.” But he didn’t stop kissing me, his perfect lips never leaving mine.

Our
bed. I smiled, unable to control the love I had for this man.

He chuckled, pulling back to look at me.

“What?” I asked, a crazy, ridiculous smile still consuming my face.

“I love it when you do that.”

“Do what?”

“Smile while I’m kissing you. It’s like you’re too happy to control it.”

“I am.” My cheeks burned, the goofy grin still intact.

He kissed my nose. “It’s like I’m kissing a jack-o’-lantern.”

I narrowed my eyes. “You calling me a pumpkin?”

“Yes.” His teeth found my bottom lip, tugging gently. “Baby…Georgie…Benny…pumpkin. Mine. All fucking mine.”

“Oh, no,” I groaned, head falling back in defeat. “Not another nickname.”

“Get used to it.” He laughed, his tongue soothing the bite. “Remember? I’m Big-dicked Brooks, baby. And I’ll call you whatever I want while I’m driving you crazy with my fingers…my mouth…my cock.”

And then I was moaning. My eyes rolled back as he kissed down my jaw and sucked at the skin on my neck.

“God, Kline, I ache. I ache so bad right now,” I whimpered when his hands slid up my thighs, fingers sliding my underwear to the side.

“Don’t worry, soon-to-be Mrs. Brooks.” I felt his grin against my skin. “It might hurt, but I’ll always make sure it only hurts good.”

“W
heorgie, we need to go!” I exclaimed, grabbing our bouquets from the table and moving toward the door. We were sitting in the bridal suite, waiting for the ceremony to begin.

“Pretty sure you shouldn’t be calling me Wheorgie on my wedding day,” she retorted, her eyes still focused on the paper towel her pen was quickly scrawling across.

I stomped my heel, my flower-filled hand going straight to my hip. “Well, you’re being a bit of a Wheorgie, considering you’re going to be late for your big bridal entrance.”

She held up one finger. “Hold on, I have to finish these.”

I walked back over to her, glancing down at what she was writing.

“For real? You’re writing your vows…like, three minutes before you’re supposed to walk down the aisle?”

She shook her head. “No, I’m writing Kline’s vows.”

“He’s too lazy to write his own vows?”

Talk about a broke-ass motherfucker, having his bride write his vows.

“No, we’re writing each other’s vows.”

Oh, never mind.

“God, you guys are so cute that it literally makes me throw up a little in my mouth.”

“Ew.” She scrunched her nose. “Stop being so gross on my wedding day.”

Three hard raps on the door startled us both. “Goddammit, Georgie! Get your ass out here. It’s time,” her father shouted from the other side.

“Just a minute, Dad!” she called back.

“Ah, shit. You’ve even got Dick mad,” I teased.

“He’s just mad because I’m marrying the man of
his
dreams.”

We both laughed. It was one hundred percent the truth. Dick Cummings was in love with his soon-to-be son-in-law. He thought Kline walked on water. And after Georgia accepted his proposal, we later found out when Kline had asked her dad for his blessing, Dick had responded,

“Are you sure you want to do that, son? Georgie’s a bit of a ballbuster.”

Not, “You better protect my baby girl.” Or, “If you hurt her, I’ll kill you.”

Nope. He had basically given him an out, or tried to keep Kline for himself, however you wanted to look at it.

“Finished!” She tossed the pen down and stood up, fluffing her dress. “How do I look?” she asked, taking one last glance at herself in the floor length mirror.

“Like the most beautiful bride I’ve ever seen.” Because she did. Georgia was absolutely stunning.

She turned toward me, pointing an accusing finger in my direction. “Don’t start. If you start crying, then I’ll start crying.”

“I’m not!” My face contorted into that awful expression you get when you’re trying to hold back sobs.

“Goddammit, Cass!” Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears.

The processional music started to filter into the bridal room, and we both looked at each other with
Oh, shit!
expressions.

“Georgia! It’s time!” her mother sing-songed from the other side of the door.

“Am I really getting married today?” she asked, bewildered, taking the bouquet of white lilies from my outstretched hand.

“Yeah, sweet cheeks, you’re really getting married. My little, virginal best friend is all grown up. Marrying the man of her dad’s dreams.”

She giggled, flipping me the bird in a way only my best friend could pull off in a wedding dress. It was a beautiful dress—elegant mermaid cut with a small train. And it was simple yet blinged out with tiny clear crystals sewn into the bridal-white material.

Georgia had found it at a vintage store—
big surprise
—in Chicago, when we went there for a girls’ weekend. It was Vera Wang, which was all Kline’s doing. He’d made sure she spent a boatload of money on her dress, refusing to let her come back in the house unless she had drained at least several thousand dollars from their bank account.

Yes,
their
bank account. Even though she refused to sign his ridiculous contract and was adamant on keeping her new job with the Mavericks, he’d made sure to add her to all of his accounts right after she’d said yes. And he’d done this
without
the cushion of a prenup.

If that didn’t tell you he was more than sure she was the one, I didn’t know what would.

Before we walked out of the bridal suite, I wrapped her up in a tight hug.

“I’m so happy for you. You deserve all of this happiness and then some.”

“I love you, Cass.”

“I love you too. Now, let’s go get you hitched!” I hooted, opening the door.