Page 2 of Unforgettable Billionaire (The Hardcore Novels: Special Editions #3)

"I see you have a thing for bears." He doesn't have to bend over very much for us to enter, and as soon as I catch my first glimpse of the room, I gasp. "Oh my Fucking Golden God! This is gorgeous! Absofuckinglutely gorgeous! Let me down." I say as I let go of my foot hooks.

He grabs my knees. "Just a second."

Knowing he won't drop me, I fall over backward and hang upside down. I can see the backside of the double doors. They also have a growling bear on them, but this side is of Italian inlaid wood art. The bear is golden, and the inlaid wood is intricate, showing the tiniest fur details.

I reach for the floor as he slowly lets his grip go, and I slide down his body.

* * *

Aurei

* * *

I shake my head as Siri slinks down my back, controlling her descent until her hand touches, then I release her.

Before I can turn around, she pounces on my back, hugging me, and wrapping her pole dancer's body around mine.

"Fucking awesome, Aurei!" She tells me, then drops off and strolls around the room.

As she scans the large suite, quickly taking in the three sets of French doors with their arched tops along the back wall, the growling bear rug before the sitting area with a few love seats, comfy chairs, and the one full-length couch, she smiles impressed, "The gold and brown tones are nice."

Then she turns her attention to the room's centerpiece: my king-size, heavy, four-poster, canopy, platformed, custom-designed monster bed.

"Impressive!"

I chuckle, "A fourteen-year-olds dream design."

She grins, "Talk about a man cave!"

As she walks to it, she points toward the cabinets that house my computers, cameras, and video editing equipment. "This must be where you do your editing?"

"That's affirmative," I answer.

As she takes the three steps up to the bed, the vision I have held since I designed it becomes a reality.

She pushes back the sheer curtain, then squeals with delight.

My life-size stuffed teddy bear is sitting on the pillows, leaning against the headboard.

"You weren't kidding, were you? You really do sleep with a teddy bear. "

I smirk as I climb the steps, take the sheer and tie it to the corner post. "That's also affirmative."

Giggling, she pounces, scoops it up, and gives it a big bear hug, "He's so cute and cuddly."

"She. She's so cute and cuddly." I inform her as I make my way around the bed, securing the curtains and sheers and opening it up for us. "My taste has always been strictly female."

She lays on her back, pushes it up, and dangles it over the top of her. "What's her name?"

"Titty Bare, of course." I chuckle, "Because she has none."

"Of fucking course it is!" She laughs out loud, and the sound is infectious. "She's perfect! I might just let her join us for a threesome."

"She'll be thrilled to learn she isn't going to the closet after all."

Her eyes dart to mine, and though she giggles, tosses Titty Bare aside, and crawls with her tits swaying freely from side to side, teasing me, making my dick hard, I see the gravity she felt in her sweet, sensitive soul with the careless choice of my words.

"The closet can be such a scary, cold, dark, lonely place. No one should ever have to hide who they are in there."

A pang of guilt and appreciation zing my heart as I reach for her, smiling.

She crawls into my arms, then kneels, leaning against me, she offers her lips for my kisses, but I shower her face instead with butterfly kisses.

"You. Are. The. Sweetest. Kindest. Most. Loving.

Accepting. Joyous. Soul. Siri. Wright. And. I. Adore. You."

With her eyes closed, she purrs and pouts. "You forgot sexy."

I laugh and randomly peck her perfection, adding more. "Sexy. Stunning. Sassy. Silly. Diva."

She smiles sweetly, "That's better." Then her eyebrows furrow, "Did you say sensuous?"

I grin down at her. "No. I forgot that one."

She points to her lips. "Sensuous goes here."

I place my lips on hers and hold them, enjoying the intimate connection while our eyes laugh at each other.

After a few moments, she asks against them, "No tongue?"

"No. Not right now." I hug her tight, then lift her off the bed, removing the temptation to mount her. "So, what do you think so far?"

She looks around the room as I set her down. "It's cozy."

Cozy? I laugh, "I call it my Bear Cave."

"Oh! I love that!"

"You haven't seen the best part," I tease her.

"There is more with Moore?" She bats her eyelashes at me.

"There is always more with Moore."

"Ooo! Truly!" She twinkles at me as her tongue pushes against her cheek.

God, this woman does it for me! My voice lowers, and I growl gently, grinning, "There is so much more with Moore, Siri. So much more I intend to share with you."

Her face contorts, "Are you talking about the suite now or something more…fun?"

I laugh, "Both."

"Share away, Sir!" She winks, laughing.

My cock hardens with her submissive response, then thumps when she winks knowingly.

Damn! I clear my throat to counteract my libido from engaging as I walk across the room. At the door, I open it, saying, "This is the closet and bathroom."

When she walks into the dressing room, she pauses and takes in the chairs, benches, and mirrors along the interior wall and the rotating rack along the exterior wall that allows for my laundry to be moved in and out without the need to enter the dressing room physically.

She attempts to whistle, but she only blows air, "Whew. I'm impressed, Aurelius!"

She walks to the opposite side, opens the walk-in closet door, and peeks inside.

She flips on the light, and I follow her inside.

My closet is as big as a small bedroom, and it contains everything from sheets to towels to shelves of all my various shoes.

But what grabs her attention is my wall of boots.

She examines my work boots, and I stand silent, wondering what she's thinking.

Then she fingers the multiple hides of Cowboy boots, and I identify them for her. "Ostrich. Rattlesnake."

When she makes her way to the end, where I have several pairs of English-style, knee-high riding boots, she asks, "Do you play polo?"

"I can."

"Cool. I've never been to a polo match."

"We won't have time on this visit, but I'll add that to your 'to share with Siri' list."

She spins around to smile at me. "I have a list?"

"Yes. You have a list." I smile at her.

"More questions on that subject later." She points at me with an eyebrow cocked. Then she walks over and pushes the button to move the clothesline. As they keep coming, she says, "You have clothes for every occasion."

I shrug, "I don't know. I spin it till I find what I like. Antonio takes care of it."

She rolls her eyes, but I ignore her, walking to the bathroom door. "Here's the bathroom."

She follows me in, then sucks her breath at the sight of the open area tile shower with rainfall spouts and side jets, the sauna/steam room area, and the full-size jacuzzi.

"Sweet Zeus! This is unbelievable. It's beautiful!"

I point to the closed door and identify the "Toilet room."

She nods and trots to it. When she returns, she again compliments the bathroom, so I tell her, "This isn't the best part."

"What? What more is there?"

"The patio."

"Show me." She says as she takes my hand. Walking out, she asks, "How long have you lived here?"

"I stopped staying at the main house when I was about 14."

"That young?" She cuts her eyes at me as we cross to the French doors.

As soon as I open my mouth to share this small secret, there's a small gut check.

"This place is my sanctuary." I frown as I remember the pain from those early years.

"Those were some tough years. I needed privacy to deal with .

.." I clear my throat and bring my emotions in line.

"everything. Grandpa understood and gave me and Ann our 'own little private place' one Christmas. "

"Little?" She scoffs, thankfully not hounding me for more details.

"Not so little to you and me, but to Big Al, it was little." I open the door to the patio. "Here's the best part."

She glides through, and I follow. She pauses four steps out under the enclosed veranda, taking in everything, and I scan the area looking at it with her eyes.

The black stallion fountain dominates, and she walks to it, wetting her fingertips in the bottom tier.

She looks down at the bubbles that form as the water spills over, splashing into the rock pool, then floating along to disappear over the waterfall.

Losing sight of them in the steam rising off the water of the sunken hot tub, they drift over the infinity edge into the swimming pool.

"Wow," She whispers, mesmerized, as she absorbs the beauty of my sanctuary.

The patio area is surrounded by a waist-high stone retaining wall and covered with the same ivy covering the garage's walkway. It runs out into the courtyard, where it transitions into a high, thick hedge that encircles soft, green grass that offers a peaceful area and complete privacy.

The only access to the backyard is the bridge that spans the pool and the retaining wall.

She smiles, walks to the hot tub, slips her shoe off, and dips her toes in, testing the temperature. "The temperature is perfect. Can we take a dip?"

Her easy acceptance of my way of life stirs my heart, and I step up behind her, brush her hair aside and lay my lips on her jugular vein, needing to feel her heartbeat.

"Mmmm," I hum, enjoying the sensation. "We don't have time right now, but we will.

I promise you we will enjoy my Bear Cave's delights before we leave. "

I ease my hand slowly down her arm, bonding us, and tiny goosebumps rise as her skin tingles with anticipation. When I reach her hand, I softly cinch our fingers, then squeeze tight and hard once. Her head falls back as her clit thumps with my simple but effective seduction.

Her hypersensitivity makes every physical sensation I give her an emotional reaction, and I nip her neck, then lead her back inside to the dressing room. I point to the furniture, "Stay. I'll get our luggage."

She sits on the bench and says, "I'll be a quiet kitten."

I grin, "Good girl."

She purrs, and my cock thumps.