Page 29 of Unforgettable Billionaire (The Hardcore Novels: Special Editions #3)

When I stop, his hands lay on me, and his thumbs stroke me sweetly, but when I start to rise and get off, they seize me, holding me firmly in place.

I push against him by reflex, and his tongue barely touches my clit.

It's still super sensitive, and I draw it up trying to get away, but I'm trapped.

Pinned down. I hold my breath frozen in place as he flicks it super-fast, and suddenly I'm bursting again with another orgasm.

A super-sweet, long one. When it's over, I collapse on his abs and rest, breathing hard and deep.

My head rises and falls with his breath as he rubs and caresses me.

Then he slaps my ass hard! "Pow!"

My head jerks up, and I sit on his face again.

He pins me down and.... "OH FUCK!" I scream!

Another wave of super-sensitive clit stimulation begins, and I cum all over him, soaking him with the power of it.

When I collapse this time, he lets me rest on his abs, and the rhythm of his breathing, rising and falling, rocks me to sleep.

When I wake, I've drooled a puddle of spit on him, and I lick my lips.

I feel him wake too when his abs flex, and they become a hard pillow.

I crawl off, and he lets me. I look down on him and smirk, then die laughing. He grins big and beautiful. "You, Sir, are a total mess! And need a bath … bad! Shall we have one filled with bubbles again?"

"Yes, Ma'am. Sounds good."

I step off the bed and reach out to him. He takes my hand, and I lean back, pulling him up. He holds it and puts his arm around my shoulders. We walk out to the hot tub, and he flips the switch. The bubbles begin, and we ease in.

"Ah! That feels so good!"

We soak ourselves and relax in silence. Leaning our heads against the edge and touching with only our fingertips, we let the circulating bubbles wash away the remnants of our love-making session.

There is no need to talk right now. We are both completely satisfied.

My eyes are closed, and my mind is still.

Only the soft sensation of the water caressing my skin fills my mind, cleansing it too of the noise that generally stays turned on.

I feel his fingers tapping mine. I open my eyes and turn my head to see him. His expression is so sweet. "I enjoy making you moan."

My expression returns his. "Ditto."

He laughs. "I can tell when you are well-rested. You have very concise communications."

I chuckle and close my eyes. "Mmhmm. Your whore is enjoying herself."

"Ready for Round 3? I feel like playing with you again."

I open my eyes to see his twinkling. The crinkle is back, and he pushes off the wall to come to hold me in his arms. "What do you have in mind?" I tilt my head and grin as I put my arms around his neck.

"Do you like to swing?" He asks as he walks us to the infinity edge.

That word triggers flashes of images in my head. One right after the other. Quintus, Darren, and Angela, The Swingers, some of my Fucking Fantasies, but just as quickly as they pop in, they are dismissed as ludicrous. He isn't asking that.

He starts to laugh under his breath, and I focus on his face. "I don't want to know what ran through your naughty mind, but I was referring to swinging in a sex swing."

"Oh!" I giggle, "That sounds like fun! Is it?"

He laughs. "I don't know. I've never used it. But when I bought it, it did."

He slips us carefully over the edge into the cooling pool, and we swim side by side to the other end.

We go back inside dripping wet and run through the bedroom to the bath for towels.

He grabs our clothes on the way, digs our phones out, tosses them on the bed, then follows me into the bathroom.

I go into the closet to grab the towels, and he drops our clothes in a hidden laundry chute in the bathroom.

We meet back in the dressing room. He comes in with a black leather harness and drops it on the bench.

"Crucial!" I grin wickedly as I dry my hair. "Where did you get that?" I look past him.

"My weight room is off the bathroom. It's been in there, tucked away."

"Ah! A weight room! The thought of watching you work out sounds like fun!

" I hand him his towel and admire the way his hand, hidden by the fabric, pushes his skin while he dries himself.

His big muscles flow up like a wave because they are so fucking huge!

When he is dry, I hold my hand out for the towel, and he gives it to me.

I go back into the bathroom to hang them up to dry and see the door cracked.

I walk over to it and stick my head in. I'm a little disappointed to see it is just a weight room: no red walls and no unique BDSM toys and tools.

When I come back into the bedroom, he has a Leatherman Multi-Tool out and is attaching the swing to the bed frame. I crawl in the center of the mattress and do my stretches as he works. He occasionally stops to watch me, then grins and gets back at it when I stop and grin at him.

We finish about the same time, and he tests the strength of the hooks, putting his heavy arm in and pushing down on it.

He tells me as he leans in with his hands on top of the bed.

"What say we use it to fuck to music?" He reaches for his phone, and I kick it to him while I pick mine up too. "What do you recommend?"

"Depends. Do you mean what's some good fucking music? Or some good fucking music?"

"Yes, I do." He winks his killer wink and grins wickedly at me as he stands ready. "I'm making a new playlist and titling it, 'Swing Tunes.'"

"Let's see. 'Boom Boom Pow' by Blacked Eyed Peas, umm, and maybe, DJ Sega, 'Bodies Hit The Floor.'" I tell him. I wait as he gets it ready. "What's your choices?"

"Done." He ignores my question and sets his phone down. "Come here. It's time to fucking dance."

His grin splits his face, and his eyes crinkle. The rascal is here, and he lunges on the bed to catch me, but I dart away. He rolls on his back, extends his arms, and catches my foot before I can pull it up under me.

"You can't get away from me. I'm never letting you go.

" He tells me as his arm pins my foot against his ribs and begins to tickle the bottom of it.

At first, I'm all about resisting, but his soft stroking with his hot electric skin quickly sends mine into shivers, and I'm screaming from his torture while I giggle my fool head off.

I collapse on the bed and beat it with my hand, slapping and screaming for him to "STOP IT! ...Quit! QUIT! You're killing me!"

Suddenly we hear a loud banging on the Bear. We both freeze, and the silence is crazy quiet. I look at Aurei, and he is looking at the door thinking. His brow furrowed.

The knock bangs again, and he looks at me. My eyes are wide. "Cover up." He commands as he slides off the bed and grabs the top sheet. He wraps it around himself as he heads to the door. I grab the first thing I can, Titty Bare, and hug her to hide my nakedness.

When Aurei pulls the door open, I see a woman on the other side. She has dark hair, dark skin, and dark eyes. She is attractive of medium height and build. Her eyes look past him and focus on the bed, and then they hone in on me.

He walks through and pulls the door behind him, blocking her nosey stare. Before the door closes, I hear her. "I can't believe you went against my advice."

As the door rests on the frame, I hear Aurei's low tone. "This better be an emergency."

I strain to hear what is being said but can't, so I slide off the bed and trot to the door. Titty Bare and I lean against it listening.

"What the hell are you thinking, Maximus? Bringing your whore here? The press is crucifying you, and you flaunt her in their face? Have you lost your mind? Everything I have worked so hard for, everything I have helped you build, is in jeopardy. Don't you realize that?"

"Shut the fuck up. This is none of your business."

"You are planning on keeping her hidden in the cabin, aren't you?"

"Is this an emergency or not?"

"Yes, I consider this an emergency. I don't want to see you shamed in front of the family and the world."

"Goddamn it. If you had not been ...." His voice gets too low to hear. "I should fire your ass right now for insubordination." His hand touches the doorknob. "Get out of my house."

Oh shit! Titty Bare and I sprint to the bed.

As the door opens and my Fucking Golden God walks through looking like he's in an emperor in a white toga, I hear her spout. "You can't be serious about introducing your parents to her!"

My eyes touch hers, and the fear mixed with hatred is evident—enemy #1. Then my eyes fall to Aurei's as he tells her with an impassive voice. "I already have!" And the door slams shut behind him. The bang is loud and booms in the quiet, solidifying the statement.

Halfway to me, I ask him. "Who the fuck was that?"

"No one."

"That's bullshit!"

"No one important."

"She has the key code to get in." I give him a 'not so fast look.'

He takes the sheet off and throws it on the bed as he climbs up.

"Remind me to change the code when we are finished.

" He grins. "Now, where were we?" He pulls me into his arms. "Oh yeah.

We were about to fucking dance." I hold my hand up and try to stop him, but he pushes me onto the bed and kisses me until I submit to him.

When my 'stop' hand slides around his waist and down to his ass, he lifts his head. "Mia. That was Mia."

"Oh. I'm sorry my sassy ass is causing you trouble."

"Your sassy ass isn't causing me trouble." He chuckles. "Mia is always trying to maneuver everyone else, making sure she has the advantage. It's a great personality trait for corporate business if she's on your side, but not so much the rest of the time."

"Don't be too hard on her. She's really just afraid of change. She's family and blood are thicker than water. Stay positive. Everything will be alright."

He kisses my nose and smiles. "And, that's another reason to love you."

"Are you counting?"