Page 17 of Unforgettable Billionaire (The Hardcore Novels: Special Editions #3)

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Siri

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Finishing, I set my fork down and study him.

I imagine the CEO in action, and I know he will be successful in his new position.

When he finishes, he wipes his mouth with his napkin, then takes his glass of wine and studies me too, over the rim.

I smile the same smug smile back. His hawkish dark eyebrows are truly gorgeous, framing those emerald green eyes as he searches my face.

I can see that he wants to tell me something so I invite him to. "Say what you want to say, Mr. Moore."

He reaches across the table for my hand, and I slip it into his.

Even in a white robe with tousled wet hair, his businessman demeanor is hot.

.. as... hell. I expect him to tell me he will become the new CEO, but instead, he says.

"You know whatever is announced tomorrow night that we are good, right?

" His thumb strokes me. "If you aren't comfortable with the arrangement, then I don't have to do it.

Business is business, and pleasure is pleasure.

I can distinguish between the two." He stops talking and waits for my answer.

I lean forward on the table to take his hand in both of mine.

I play with it for a little while. Then I smile up at him from under my lashes.

"I know no matter what the announcement is tomorrow night that you and I are good.

Yes. I see no reason why I wouldn't be comfortable with any arrangement you decide on.

If it's something you want to do, then you should do it.

I'll support whatever decision you make.

But, and this is a big but Mr. Moore, in my world, business is pleasure and pleasure is business.

" I grin at him. "In my world, there's no need to distinguish between the two. "

He grins but maintains his seriousness. "Siri, the future is bright. Brighter than you realize."

I grin back, then drop my eyes to watch my thumbs stroke his hand.

"Aurei, you have made my future bright. Whatever the announcement is, whatever I need to do to support you, I'm willing to do it.

Even if it means not dancing as Seary." I glance up, and his eyes are watching our hands too.

"Since we've become one, I honestly don't know if I can dance the runway anymore, and the thought of turning another guy on with a personal lap dance just doesn't feel right.

" I squeeze his hand as the thoughts formulate.

I hear the truth of my words as I speak from the heart unguarded, and they are changing my world forever.

"I think teaching the girls instead would be a better option for me now.

As far as my Fucking Fantasies go, I can still do that venture but manage them instead of performing them.

The art of seductive dance can be choreographed, and there are a lot of talented dancers.

That's not a problem. It's the gift of reading people's sexual natures that I have, and it can't be taught.

" I look up and give him reassurance with a sweet smirk.

He looks at me, and his eyes have relaxed.

The hawkish look is gone. Only a man in love looks back.

"Since Laura got pregnant, Cat has been doing everything.

She will jump at my offer to teach." I smile at him.

"Besides, I can keep dancing as Surreal. We got this, Sugar Bare. We are good."

He brings my hands to his lips, and I see the thunderous intensity flash.

"I would never ask you to give dancing up, but the fact that you are offering this tells me everything I need to know about your level of commitment to us.

" His eyes lock onto mine, and the thunder reaches down to my wildness, and I feel them melding together.

The bonding dance of love and commitment brings tears to my eyes.

His lips pucker, and he nibbles the tips of my fingers.

The sweet sensations start to spread from his lips up my arm to my tits.

The tips tingle as my breasts swell with desire.

I feel my clit begin to harden, and my pussy wets itself.

The time for talk is over. The time to tease is now. The time to fuck is near.

"You are my Sweet Sugar Bare and...." I smile a sexy half-smile at him as I pull away and pick up my wine glass.

My eyes hold his captive as I lean back in my chair, put first one foot on the table, then the other one, and spread my legs wide.

I release the belt of my robe, and it falls open.

My entire female anatomy is on full display, and his eyes feast on me.

"My Fucking Golden God. Now is that all? Because Heaven waits."

His eyes look up at me from his hooded lids, and the hunger is there. "You are simply stunning, Siri."

I hover the glass of wine over my exposed pussy, and a shallow smile flirts on my lips as I look down at it.

"Mr. Moore, do you have anything else to say to me before I propose a toast?

" I start to tip it, then stop and look at him as I slide my other hand down my abs to my labia lips while I purse my mouth and tease him.

His thunder shines from his eyes as I spread my lips and show him both the tip of my tongue and my hard clit.

"Fuck it. It can wait till later."

"Yes! Here's to fucking it." I salute the wine glass, then tip it.

When the liquid hits my clit, I suck my breath in through my teeth and close my eyes.

I hear his chair as it scrapes on the patio tile.

Then I feel him at my chair. He hooks my legs under his arms as he pulls it around to him, then I feel my legs on his shoulders, and I brace for ecstasy.

His mouth covers my vulva, and he starts off sucking and licking, then flicking until my hands find his hair.

I twist my fingers in it and hold his head while I flex and fight him.

Wanting to orgasm but not wanting to come.

He lets me rise and fall until I'm moaning over and over again, needing him to release me.

He slides two fingers in, but he doesn't finger fuck me.

Instead, he hooks them, pushing up against my g-spot and forcing the labia lips all the way open.

His wide tongue drags over my exposed pleasure points, making me quiver, then it moves around and around, falling over my clit and making my hips jump with the joy of it.

He works his tongue between the two. Each thrilled when they are stimulated and each throbbing when they are not.

Finally, I can't stand it anymore, and I scream. "FUCK ME NOW!"

He stands, holding the chair by its legs, and tips it onto the back.

My body wants to slide from the edge as gravity pulls me away, but my hands latch on, and I keep my pussy in position.

Every part of me longs for his cock, and I open my eyes to see his golden rod thunder into me. Wham! Wham! Wham!

"Ooooo! Ooooo! Ooooo!" Sweet sensations flood my body, and I cum instantly! I take deep gulps of air as I look up at him.

The view is incredible! He stands holding the chair.

His arms and chest are bulging with the weight.

He looks every bit like the Golden God I named him.

Controlling his desire and stopping before he finishes, he breathes deep and slow.

As his cock starts to withdraw from me, I slide my hands up his powerful arms to grip his bulging triceps as I hook my feet behind his back.

We stare at each other for a moment, frozen in a time-lapse.

The need, desire, and passion for each other mingles with the belonging to and love for each other.

Then he growls, and he puts one hand in my hair and one on my throat.

He holds me captive as he forces my lips to smash into his.

Our breath blows hard against our cheeks as our passions explode.

He carries me contorted around him to the bed.

His hands cup my head, keeping my lips sealed to his.

He growls the entire way there, and the sound only feeds my need again for fucking fury.

As he crawls into the middle of the bed, I see the picture of Heaven over me and know I'm there. It isn't in this house or in this bed. It's in his arms. It's being possessed by him and possessing him. It's this state of mind.

His body slams me down, pinning me under him, and he lays on top of me, kissing me with a ferocious passion.

I feel his cock throbbing and needing me, but he doesn't give in to it.

He just fucks me with his tongue. Thrusting it over and over down my throat.

As I kiss him and accept him down deep, I relax and give him all of me.

My hands rub his smooth skin, and my palms tingle with the touch.

He pushes us apart, and I feel his cock, hard against me.

When I look up into his face, I expect to see sweetness.

Instead, I see his thunderous intensity staring down as he hovers.

His eyes are scary dangerous, and his green gaze cuts me.

His voice is husky and strained. "Damn you, woman!

You drive me out of my fucking mind!" He closes his eyes and shakes his head.

I lay still, waiting patiently, watching him breathing deep, calming the beast inside, understanding him in a way I couldn't have imagined a week ago.

When he can, he speaks to me. "Siri Wright, I mapped out a romantic evening for you tonight.

I wanted to take you on a trip to the stars and give you a taste of what Heaven will equal.

But now ... all I can think about is how bad I need to fuck you!

" He grips the covers on the bed as he hangs his head. "Damn it!"

"Sugar Bare," I whisper. "It's ok."

"No. It isn't."

"Yes, it is. Anytime we fuck, it's heavenly." I rub his arm and say, "Heaven equals fucking you."

His eyes smile, but his lips stay pressed tight together, so I try again. "Heaven equals fucking me?" His lips turn down in a smirk.