Page 11 of Unforgettable Billionaire (The Hardcore Novels: Special Editions #3)

I begin to push harder on him with my forearm, knowing my heart is in control. But he's such a beast. He doesn't budge even an inch. Still, with his next words, I know he knows my heart is winning too.

"What about a threesome? I would be down for that. Do you think Maximus would go for it?"

The vision of those two gorgeous males making a girl moan like a whore is what fantasies are truly made of. But, the thought of what Aurei would really do if he saw me with another dude scares the living hell out of me, and I suddenly see My Golden God's Dark Deity face front and center.

Holy Fuck! What am I doing? If Aurei came out right now.... Oh, Fuck! No! I'm not doing this! Ever! It must be the damn wine making me act stupid!

I put my other hand on his chest and lift my knee until it touches his balls. Then I say between clenched teeth. "Back ... the fuck ... up. You are playing a dangerous game. He will rip you to shreds if he finds us like this."

The cold reality of my words rings true, and we both know it.

"Yes. He would definitely try." His eyebrows twitch once.

For a moment, I worry that he won't stop, but then his hands fall to his sides.

I watch his flat tongue as it lightly touches his top lip, then he sucks it gently against his teeth and slides it back into his mouth.

I recognize the sexual tell. He likes to lick a wet pussy down deep and dirty! Damn!

The vision of these two totally dominant, badass men, one Golden God, one Dark Devil, in a battle without rules, sobers me. "Goddammit! What were you thinking? Back up, Motherfucker!"

He grins. "I thought I was very clear on what I was thinking. What were you thinking?"

"I wasn't!" I frown at him. "Fuck! You are charismatic! He was right!"

He grins, and I see that smug look I know drives girls mad!

Completely in control of myself now, the accountant asks, "Are you going to be his publicist?"

"Yes, I'm going to take the job."

"Good. Then you need to know this about me. I'm untouchable." One eyebrow raises as his expression questions that statement. "I am!" Both eyebrows raise, knowing I'm not. "Fuck! What the hell is it with this bloodline and me?" I ask the air and look away.

When I look back, his eyes are hooded, and one side of his luscious lips is lifted into a sexy as fuck smirk.

His eyes latch onto mine and narrow ever so slightly.

He clearly knows the effect he has on women.

Comfort like that comes only from years of experience, and I wonder to myself how many women have tried to slap that smirk off his face.

"Damn! You are one sexy Son of a Bitch!" I shake my head, then tell him with firm resolve. "But make no mistake, Quintus. I am untouchable!"

He grins and finally takes a step back. We eye each other from a safe distance and come to some sort of unspoken truce. Then he nods at my choker. "That is a very nice, very expensive necklace. Did Maximus give it to you?"

"Yes, he did." My fingers glide along with the flat plate where the inscription hides.

Aurei's words come back to me, and I see him again on one knee when he says.

'You are perfect for me. Will you accept this gift as a symbol that our Us equals our beautiful thang?

' His commitment to me with such a gorgeous gift that everyone will see makes my eyes tear up now, and I feel almost ashamed of the feelings Quintus stirred in me.

I hear Aurei's voice.' Every time you touch it, you will know that you are mine and I am yours.

US!' I have to remember that! If finally fucking has opened the flood gates of feelings and I'm vulnerable to seduction, then I need to use this simple tactic to center myself.

I rub the flat plate again. "Sweet Zeus!

" I whisper. I would never do anything to jeopardize our beautiful thang!

Quintus has tipped his head as he watched my emotions play openly across my face, then he asks, "Why would Maximus choose someone like you?"

His question pisses me off, and the implication that I'm a whore stands front and center between us. "Just because I'm 'the girl everyone is talking about' and I didn't squeal and run when caught naked doesn't mean I'm a whore." I spit at him.

He smirks. "Doesn't it?"

I stand my ground and affirm the truth in the face of that name. "No! It doesn't!"

He crosses his arms and studies me. "Now, I really want to know why Maximus chose someone like you."

"You'll have to ask him," I snap.

He sincerely says, "I'm asking you. Why do you think he chose someone like you?"

His voice isn't condescending. He seems genuinely interested, so I humor his curiosity. "Who's asking? The cousin who wants to fuck his girl or the publicist?"

He chuckles. "Can it be both?"

I purse my lips and look away, then I turn my back to him and lean over the railing, looking out over the pasture as I think about the truth. Why was Aurei attracted to me? My fingers play on my necklace as I consider it. Then, I grin—the same reason I was attracted to him.

When I turn back to answer Quintus, I see a Hottie from Hell who is going to be responsible for ensuring Aurei is humanized and I am not sensationalized.

I take a deep breath and let my years of experience school him.

"You're asking the wrong question, Quintus.

You shouldn't be asking, 'WHY would Maximus choose someone like me?

' That's his business. Nor should you be asking, 'Why would Maximus choose someone LIKE me?

' A whore, right? That's no one's business, but his too.

The question you should be asking right now is, 'Why would someone like Maximus choose ME? '"

He smiles at me then he looks down at my pussy. His tongue sneaks out to lick his top lip, and he asks, "Why the blue heart?"

"Now you're asking the right question. Toss me his shirt, and let's talk.

" He walks over to the chair, takes it off, and tosses it to me.

I slip it on as he leans against the rail a good three feet away.

Aurei's shirt is so big on me it hides everything.

I turn to look at Quintus. "A blue heart means pure, honest love.

I held out for it, and I found it with Aurei in Alabama, not in Vegas.

It's a complicated story, but all you need to know is I've never been a whore. "

His expression accepts my answer at face value. "Why the necklace?"

"Why not the necklace?"

"It's a choker."

"Yes, it is. So?" I challenge his 'need to know' with my expression.

"So, it can hide marks left behind."

"Yes, it could." My expression remains steadfast, and I let the innuendo stand between us. He breaks eye contact and looks at the door. My eyes remain on him. "But it won't."

He looks back at me with that face value acceptance expression. Again we come to some unspoken truce, and after a few moments, he looks back at the door, and my eyes follow. "Is it a collar?"

"Yes."

"So you've been claimed?"

"Yes."

His eyes turn to look at me, but I don't look at him.

He tells my profile. "That's too bad." Then he looks back at the door.

"As soon as Antonio called and offered me the job, I asked why?

Why would Maximus need someone to run interference for him with the press?

He never had trouble handling them before.

Then I learned about you, but still, I wondered why Maximus would need a full-time publicist. The press will soon tire of your story.

Then Antonio told me the reporters had been invited to the celebration this year and there is going to be an announcement.

The rumor is that Zita is stepping down as CEO of the Liotine Oil Company, and Maximus will assume the role. "

My eyebrows raise.

"Ah! You didn't know that."

"No, I didn't. I know he resigned from the Army but didn't know why. Are you sure?"

"No, Zita is extremely tight-lipped about the family business, and she always has been.

But that would explain why the press was watching for him to return to Rome.

" He laughs. "Then all hell breaks loose when they discovered he has not only returned but with a stripper too.

" He laughs harder. "Antonio thought you were only a Cowgirl from Alabama. "

I chuckle with him. "I'm both."

He says playfully now. "When I asked Antonio who the stripper was, he told me Seary.

" He nods his head. "I knew exactly who he was talking about.

I spend a lot of my time in Vegas, and I've seen you dance in Been Jammin's.

" He smirks at me, but I keep my eyes on the door.

His eyes devour my hard nipples. pushing against the soft, semi-wet t-shirt.

"I know you are untouchable there because I wanted a lap dance.

" He grins a wicked grin, and I see that same intense look Aurei gets.

The 'I will have it' look. Aurei's is thunderous while Quintus' is tumultuous.

"And when I saw you here naked, I thought I would find out if that were the case away from work.

Trust me when I say, only the knowledge that Maximus was behind that door kept me from touching your beautiful tits. "

I stare at the door, knowing that is the truth, then I close my eyes, turn my face to his and open them. I look him in the eyes and tell him. "Quintus, Aurei, and I are a real couple. It's not a fling. We have a real commitment to each other." I reach up and touch my choker.

He nods. "I know he's selective, and that choker means exclusive. Does he know you are a Vegas stripper, or does he think you are only an Alabama Cowgirl too?"

"He knows the truth. I shared all my secrets with him."

"Did he know before Alabama?"

"Yes, he saw me dance before too."

He looks away, thinking and sounds sincere when he says. "That's good." We both look at the door again. "Any advice on how I should handle them? The press? You obviously have a lot more experience at it."