Page 10 of Unforgettable Billionaire (The Hardcore Novels: Special Editions #3)

So Steve is nervous as a cat. Maybe I'll dance as a cat in a full black latex cat costume, complete with a whip for a tail. Gaby would probably like the whip. Not so sure Steve would, though. I chuckle softly.

I put my empty wine glass down and decide to drink Aurei's too.

I need to text Brutus to let him know about Ruth, and I should text Cat and James about the bachelor party.

Aurei's phone dings, and I jump, startled. Shit! I forgot to turn the ringer off.

Aurei stirs, then shifts Titty Bare so that he hugs her tight to his body. He's just too damn cute!

I grab his phone and slide the lever to vibrate only, and read the incoming text.

Darren:

Tell Siri Angela can't wait to share her new pole moves. She's been studying her performance from the party. Let's get together when y'all return. We can discuss the new venture details over dinner. We are so excited about the possibilities.

I like them a lot!

I set the empty wine glass down and walk over to the bed to gaze upon the most beautiful man in the world.

He looks so peaceful when he's sleeping.

It's hard to imagine the Dark Deity that can thunder across his features.

A yawn comes over me, and I stretch, enjoying it.

Then I strip off the t-shirt, drop it on the floor, and remove the ace bandage, letting it unwrap and fall at my feet.

My tits sigh with relief at being set free.

I cup them, and I rotate them around, circulating blood flow.

Kicking my shoes off, they flop on top. As I wiggle out of my jeans, I giggle, remembering Aurei's cute 'shuck my jeans' dance.

When I step out, I look down at the mess my clothes made and realize if I don't put them away in the closet, Aurei is such a neat freak; he will wake and clean up after me.

Nope. Not going to happen.

Grabbing them up, I carry them into the closet to put with his. Then I remember his are still out on the porch. I grin. I'll really impress him. I'll get his and fold them too!

Tiptoeing out of the bedroom, I make my way naked and totally unafraid to the porch.

When I pull open the front door, I trot across it to the railing to get Aurei's jeans.

Out of the corner of my eye, I'm startled by the appearance of a man a little younger than myself wearing only a tiny speedo swimsuit.

He nonchalantly walks behind me and blocks my retreat.

I stand dumbfounded and gawking. "Holy Fuck!

" escapes my lips, and the words hang between us.

Then a smug smirk slips across his handsome features.

He is obviously pleasantly surprised to have caught me stark naked on the porch.

We stare, sizing each other up. He is, without a doubt, a close runner-up to the most handsome man I have ever laid eyes on lying in the bedroom sound asleep, and yet he is the complete polar opposite.

His black hair is shaved crisp on the sides and fades into the top, which is 6 to 8 inches long and dangles off one side with big, beautiful, black bouncing curls.

TD would kill to have soft, natural curls like that!

His dark chocolate eyes are clear and penetrating but not beady.

They are honest and open. He, in no way, projects creeper.

He projects beautiful badass. He's the kind of man women love to hate and hate to love.

That smug smirk is sexy as fuck, and they love it but hate it too.

As much as they would like to deny his charisma, they can't, and it pisses them off.

He draws them to him like flies to honey.

His dreamy brown eyes are framed by perfect black eyebrows and luscious long lashes. His dark beard is trimmed and well maintained at a 1/4" scruff, but the under skin is lighter than the rest of his face, indicating he has recently shaved off a longer, heavier beard. I bet he rocks a full beard.

His lips are a soft, pearly pink color and form a perfect, precise heart shape.

They are pooched out slightly as we size each other up.

Kissable deliciousness! When a slow sexy smile spreads across his face, I see straight, bleached white teeth.

They stand in sharp contrast to his dark skin tone and nearly sparkle with perfection.

His bronze-colored skin is smooth and silky soft.

He exudes health and fitness. He is a little under 6' tall and in boots.

I'm sure he towers over and intimidates the hell out of both men and women.

His broad shoulders cut down sharply to a small waist, and his legs are slightly bowed, with thighs that dominate. He is rock hard, bulky, and ripped!

Absofuckinglutely gorgeous!

But the best part of this handsome hunk is the bad boy vibe he wears and totally owns. His piercings are not in his ears but rather a diamond stud through a nostril, a very small, very thin, very tasteful horseshoe-shaped ring through his nose, and both damn nipples have diamond barbells.

Fuck! He is fine! He oozes sex appeal.

My body's natural, hyper-charged sex appeal responds to his, and the air is thick with sexual tension. Although I recognize the danger I'm in, naked, I cannot hide my body's response from his devouring eyes as my tits harden and my pussy tightens as my own eyes feast on him.

His tattoos are killer wicked too! Kept within the boundaries of a suit, his ink is incredible art.

I stare because I can't help but admire them.

In the center of his chest are three skulls, and over them are the words SPEAK NO, HEAR NO, and SEE NO.

Underneath the center skull is the word EVIL.

The ink forms the letters by blocking out the outlines with solid black, except the words NO, and the letters V and L in evil, which are red.

There is an angel on one shoulder and a goddess on the other.

Under the angel is an 'all-seeing eye', and under the goddess is a dove.

The filler between are roses and stems with thorns.

His arms are completely sleeved. His abs are free from ink but are so ripped they form hard distinct symmetrical lines and look like the rungs on a ladder.

On his left ribcage is a picture of Marilyn Monroe, making me smile.

Everyone loves Marilyn! Sister Sexpot, I call her.

Under Marilyn's picture on his waist is praying hands and dropping down below his navel and resting next to his "v" are a sexy set of red lips that look like someone kissed him there and left red lipstick or are asking for a kiss to be placed right there.

On his right ribcage in red letters is the word LOVE. It's stacked LO over VE. And I notice the O is italicized. No doubt for Orgasm. I smirk and lift my eyebrows, amused.

No doubt he knows how to deliver on that innuendo.

Under the word love, and across from the praying hands sits the butt of a gun on his hip. The revolver points to his package.

No doubt he's quick to unholster his weapon and shoot it.

I lick my lips to camouflage a grin at my pun. Then I have to lick them for real when I notice his cock is growing and heading straight for the red lips. The ink placement is perfect.

He is one cocky son of a bitch! I like him.

When I look back up to his eyes, they are smiling at me, and his lips hold a 'sexy as fuck' sideways grin now. He is accustomed to being ogled and has obviously been waiting patiently for me to finish my visual appraisal.

Now, he slowly reciprocates the visual scrutiny, taking his sweet time too. When he spies my blue heart, my hands twitch.

It used to be my badge of honor. Now, it feels like something sacred, and he is violating it.

His eyes look up to mine, and I tell him with them. That belongs to someone else. I look at the door behind him, then frown. You shouldn't be looking there. You shouldn't be looking at all. I put my hands over it.

Undaunted, he stands, eyeing me, challenging me to make the next move. Both of us are beautiful; both of us bold. I wonder who will blink first.

Then he speaks, and his tone is chocolatey velvet too. "Holy. Fuck. Yourself." His English is perfect, and he has a Texas drawl.

Swoon-worthy.

I brace myself when he breaks his stance.

The thought of dancing away never crosses my mind.

I'm so determined to own the moment. But the power of his pounce makes my pussy lurch .

.. hard. In three aggressive strides, he is on me, and when he stops, pulling up just inches short from touching me, he creates a vacuum of air.

Like shields deployed, my skin becomes super sensitive, and the heightened awareness turns me on as he proves his dominance as an alpha male facing down an alpha female and winning.

Then he slowly leans toward me, and my breathing stops while my heart beats furiously in my chest. I stand my ground and stare up into his deep chocolate eyes, not blinking but not winning either.

I feel his aura as his skin approaches mine.

He floods my defenses, but I maintain my grip.

He stops just shy of touching me, and I wait for him to say something.

His eyes relax and soften, but he doesn't move.

My body becomes aware it has been denied oxygen in this battle of wills and demands a breath.

I open my mouth and suck air down, involuntarily taking a large chest full.

The very tips of my tits brush his chest. My nipples leap to life from his scorching heat.

Seared and excited, the sensations flood my psyche further, and he whispers to me, knowing how turned on and how tuned in I am to him right now.

"You must be the girl everyone is talking about. "

I feel the wild child wanting to shake free, but I hold on tight and lean away, forcing my tits back, straining not to arch my hips into his. He leans with me.

A less flexible person would have been trapped into choosing which body part he would gain control through.

Tits or pussy. When he stops advancing, I stop retreating.

His eyes look down onto my upturned tits, then he slowly retreats, and I slowly follow until we are standing normal again. I don't trust my voice to answer him.

Knowing I'm close to falling under his spell but not there yet, the handsome hottie hooks his finger under my chin and lightly lifts it so my eyes cannot avoid his as they try to penetrate through my shields and reach the wildness he knows lives there.

I take another deep breath, careful to avoid my tits touching him, and prepare myself to look into his eyes, unblinking and undaunted, but not completely unafraid.

Staring into those soft brown eyes that are pure decadent chocolate, I slip a little further into his danger zone.

He stares until I get lost in them, hypnotized by him, then he leans down to kiss my lips without closing his eyes, and I wait with excited anticipation for it.

But when his thumb captures my chin and pinches it for control, I blink, and the spell is broken.

Turning my face away, barely avoiding contact with his dangerous kiss, I put my hand firmly on his chest.

He stops as soon as I touch him, and his lips hover on my cheek. I feel his hot breath against my skin, and the word "steamy" comes to mind.

He waits a few moments, and I know he has not relinquished his dominance.

He is simply telling me it is his decision to comply with my wishes.

If he wanted, he would take that kiss, and I would thoroughly enjoy it.

He leans back, stands quietly, intensely watching me, allowing me to decide when I am ready to face him again.

I keep my hand firmly on his chest, and we both know it's to keep me away from him. When I look back into those sinful eyes, he is grinning at me, enjoying the hunt.

"What's your name, Baby Girl?" His tone is soft as down.

I close my eyes to shut him out, and "Boom," Aurei's face flashes, then vanish when his fingers lightly touch my jaw, testing my response.

I know that if I don't look bravely into his eyes, he will kiss me for sure, so I open them to find him ready to do just that, but something in my eyes has changed, and he hesitates.

His eyes travel back and forth between mine, questioning if I will let him linger longer or if I will freak out and fight.

My poker face finally slides into place, and I lock it down tight.

His eyes soften and smile at me as his fingers trace my jawline, knowing I'm not going to freak or fight and he still has time to seduce me.

"My name is Siri." My voice is husky and sexy sounding. Damn, being a Nympho! I'm barely hanging on. Don't go too far! I coach myself.

He leans down again, not for a kiss knowing my face will turn away, but to rub his scuff down my jawline as he moves his mouth to my ear.

My fingers curl on his chest as my pussy drenches itself. I bite my lip, thankful he can't see, and I grip the railing.

He says so softly in my ear I have to strain to hear him, making me shift my focus to that one super sensitive spot. "I'm Quintus."

"Quintus...." I hear Aurei's voice call him Cassy. "I've heard about you, Cassy."

He chuckles at that. "My reputation proceeds me.

" He says smugly, then tries to push me a little further down that path of no return, but my hero has rescued me.

He widens his feet while he smells me, then he hunches his hot as fuck, badass body to press against mine. "Then you know I'm irresistible."

My hand on his chest turns into a forearm, and I resist with every ounce of strength I possess, and we both know who has come between us.

He stops, unwilling to force himself on me but not giving up. As he moves his lips back along my jaw, his breath tickles my skin as he asks, "What's Maximus doing?" He pauses and lets his breath blow on my lips as his hand retraces my jaw. Tickling me with the promise of sensual sensations.

I answer him truthfully. "Luckily ... he's napping."

"Luckily … he is." His fingers drop onto my shoulder and start to draw an imaginary line down towards my breasts. He tips his head so he can see my tits, but he keeps his face touching mine. "It's a shame I wasn't here first. I don't need to nap in-between fucks."

I close my eyes, and I whisper back. "You need to go."

"What if I don't want to go. What if I want to come instead?" He lays his hands on both my arms and strokes my skin with his thumbs. His touch makes my knees weak, and he laughs, knowing he is winning the battle raging in my body.