Page 13 of Unforgettable Billionaire (The Hardcore Novels: Special Editions #3)

Sitting on the bed now staring down on his perfection, I wonder how he got them, and I wonder if he has any on his back.

Knowing I will wake him if I try to flip him over just to look, I decide the best option is to give him a full body massage.

Moving to sit between his raised arms, I position his head between my knees and place my fingertips on his temples, starting a soft, steady, rotating motion.

His snoring stops, and a soft moan escapes, but he doesn't wake.

His breathing doesn't change, so I move the motion down his jaw.

The scruff of whiskers is rough on my fingers.

I continue down his neck and make my way to his pecs.

Having massages regularly as a dancer, I understand the knots that occur from overwork or just stress, and when I arrive, I dig my fingertips into the plentiful meat and circle as I flex.

He groans, and his eyelids flutter, then he moves his arms down by his sides.

I keep working the mass, and he drifts back to sleep.

When his perfect pecs are knot-free, I roll them between my hands and increase the blood flow.

He moans, and I know I'm doing him some real good.

Encouraged now more by his needs than my curiosity, I move to his deltoids, then down his arms, repeating my massage technique.

Hovering over his body, kneeling, I use my pole dancer's core strength and grip to accomplish my goal.

When I reach his hands, I put my thumbs on the meat of his thumb and dig in.

"Ah," escapes from his mouth, and I look to see if he is awake.

I giggle silently because the view he would see if he opened his eyes now is of my pussy hovering over his face, but he is still sleeping.

I kneel back down and slide my hands up under his back and dig deep.

He moans, loud and opens his eyes. I lean down and peck his lips. "Rollover, please."

He flips over so I can continue unimpeded.

I knead and rub down the length of his spine while my eyes scan his skin.

I am struck again by how broad his back is compared to how narrow his hips are.

I see two more tiny scars. I shift my position to his side and kneel over him.

I mash my hands into his lower shoulder muscles while he occasionally moans when I hit a spot that feels particularly good.

Grasping, gripping, and gorging, my hands manipulate his massive muscles.

Then I straddle him, sitting on his ass and I push then pull with the heels of my palms, stretching his spine from his lower back just above his ass to his broad arching back.

He exhales a groan and inhales a moan the entire stroke.

The massage, which started as a way to simply examine his skin with the added benefit of touching him, has turned into an almost religious experience for me.

Not only because I am kneeling, then bowing, but also because my energy is transferring into him.

The healing strokes are melding my spirit to his, connecting us as I concentrate on his muscles and the feel of them underneath the surface of his skin.

I can literally sense the knots of stress before I find them.

Confirming them with my fingertips, I rub the tight tension, working to release them and relax him.

When I feel good about how he feels, and his moans subside to soft snores again, I back off his ass and slide down to his thighs.

I sit lightly on them as I drag my hands to his buttocks and put the heels of my hands on each side of his ass.

Leaning my total weight on them, I move my hands from inside to outside in a big circular motion over his entire fucking muscle, pinching and pulling it.

"Ah! Damn." He whispers, then he constricts them, and they become so tight I can't move them.

I have to wait for him to relax so I can continue. While my hands are inactive, I notice something so endearing it makes my eyes twinkle then tear up. There is a curly Q, a tiny cowlick, of golden hair on his lower left ass cheek right where the buttock ends and the leg begins.

OMFGG! That is the cutest thing ever!

I put my finger on it and roll it around. It's too precious for words. Placing my hands on either side of his ass cheek, I manipulate it by squishing it.

"Humph," he groans.

"You worked these hard last night, didn't you?" I ask him, then move to the other side.

"Humph," he groans again.

"I have to get you ready for a repeat performance tonight," I tell him as I work him over real good.

"Mmhmm." He answers and eventually relaxes enough I can work the knots out.

"That's better," I whisper when I'm confident they are gone.

I part his legs and move to sit between his calves.

I rub his legs with a combination of long strokes and countering massage manipulation.

I finish with his feet, bracing them one at a time against my breast while I rub his arches, the balls of his feet and between his toes with my thumbs.

Gently laying them down when I'm done, I feel good.

I have made him feel good from head to toe.

Admiring the view of his long, straight, thickly muscled legs and his big muscular ass sticking up that blocks the view of his narrow waist, but not so high that it hides his broad, thick shoulders, I think Adonis must have looked like this.

Smiling at the view of his balls peeking out from between his legs, I take the tip of my finger and stroke the soft skin, teasing him. I'm surprised there is no response from him whatsoever. There is only his deep breathing and his soft, relaxing snore.

He was one tired baby. I kiss his ass and roll my finger around his curly Q, then roll off the bed and retrieve Titty Bare. I lift Aurei's arm, pushing her under him. He pulls her to him and puts his head on her as he rolls onto his side.

He is one sweet man.

I make a quick pit stop back to the bathroom and notice when I pass that my clothes have magically appeared hanging on the rotating rack. My Black and Blue Baby is the first thing I see, followed by my White Fox Fur.

Good, that means my bras are here too, and we won't have to bind my girls in the morning. But it also means someone hung them up! I def can't walk around outside naked again.

As soon as I reenter the bedroom, it turns dark and grey as the storm clouds block the sun.

Walking to the French doors, I open one to listen to the song of the rain.

It is pounding the ground. Going out onto the patio, I listen for a little while.

My mind drifts to Piper and her comment when she left Vegas that she missed the rain.

We were opposites, she and I. Probably why we got along so well. I love the sun and she, the rain.

"The rain is cleansing." She argued with me.

"It just makes me sad," I told her. Sitting there watching the rain, I slip into a melancholy mood.

I wonder what Piper is doing these days. I smile a sad smile. I hate we lost touch. Life is just so busy! Time slips away from you.

I think about what a shame it was to have lost someone like Whitney Houston so young. She was so special. People shouldn't forget her.

The rain slows.

I'm going to incorporate more of her songs into my show. It did feel good to sing like that. Maybe I should consider actually singing too. I'll ask Cat what she thinks when I get back.

I see a soft flash of lightning and hear the low rumble of thunder in the distance again.

I stretch and yawn, then make my way back into the bedroom.

Climbing up into the bed, I curl up beside Aurei, facing him, nose to nose.

Watching him sleeping, so peaceful, so angelic, I stroke his face with my fingers.

His skin is so soft, and his beard is too.

My fingers massage his temple lightly, then I play with his hair.

His eyelids flutter, and they open into a small slit.

I place my fingers on his lips and trace them as I tell him, "Shhh, Sugar Bare.

Sleep. I want to treasure this moment with you before I fall asleep in your arms."

"Mmhm," He says, then puckers his lips, but he falls back to sleep before I can kiss them.

He's home, and he sleeps with the knowledge that he is safe.

Deep and restful. Cherishing his features, loving his face, I think about his love.

It fills my heart more thoroughly than I ever imagined being in love with someone could ever do.

I thought my life was rich before, but now I know what real riches are.

To think that some people have love, then lose it.

How lonely that must be. I feel a pang of pity for them, and then I feel the weight of our situation settle on my heart.

Aurei: CEO. Billionaire businessman. Family fortune.

Me: Seary. Surreal. Stripper. Vegas Star Entertainer.

Heavy rain starts to fall again outside as another storm erupts, and "It Will Rain" by Bruno Mars starts to run in my mind.

My fingertip traces a line down from Aurei's heart-shaped lips over his chin, past his Adam's apple to his pecs, and over to where his heart beats.

Then traces a heart on his skin there. The words to the song make my heart ache with the truth of them.

How do people survive broken hearts? The cold hard truth saddens me.

Drugs. Opiates. I get it now, but nothing can heal that hurt. Nothing.

My heart clenches itself and tries to stop the pain it feels as I realize a broken heart from our situation is a very real possibility.

We haven't faced the real world yet. We are still in our utopian phase where everything is seen through a distorted prism.

How will we ever make Us work? I'm a carefree Vegas stripper for all practical purposes, and after this weekend's announcement, he'll be a billionaire businessman.

Our lives are so completely different, yet we are so much alike.

How will we make it work? And if we can't, how will I ever survive without him?

I sigh deeply, then turn my back and nestle up to him to spoon.

Pulling the covers up, I drape his arm over me, then make him hold me tight while the tears of doubt slide out of my eyes and wet his arm.

His parents have to accept me, us. They have to love me too. They have to! The rain outside falls as I stare into the darkness. I can't lose him. My Mama was right. I can't breathe without him. I will love him forever.