Page 35 of Unforgettable Billionaire (The Hardcore Novels: Special Editions #3)

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Aurei

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We sit in silence for a moment, and then I challenge her. "So let's hear your Fucking Fantasy analysis of my family. Parents excluded, of course."

"Of course," she giggles, "Parental sex is off-limits."

I chuckle, "Start with Antonio and Gio."

"Ok." She looks at them and, I assume, is studying their body language. Then she leans up and rests her hands on the table, thinking. When she starts speaking, she's in her 'guru zone.' She is focused and serious.

"Antonio is cold and distant to Gio. It goes beyond the surface.

He is truly withdrawn from her. Although he is faithful to her heart, his body isn't any longer for whatever reason.

Therefore, he has found solace with Yanni, but if it weren't Yanni, it would be someone else.

Gio is cold to him, but it's only because he took a mistress.

She still loves him very much, and she is very hurt. "

"But they agreed on that."

She gives me a small roll of her eyes and shakes her head in disbelief that I would believe that. "What else could she do when he asked? Say no?"

"Yes."

"No, Aurei. If she had said no, she would have lost him for sure. She was smart enough to realize that. She didn't want to lose him. A mistress was a viable option."

I frown at them as she continues explaining what is evident to her. "She wishes he would never have asked."

"Oh," the light comes on, and I look at her.

"Yeah," her face is sad.

"Is their marriage hopeless?" I frown as I lean forward to study Siri's face. Interested in this side of her personality, I also rest my arms on the table.

"No. Their marriage is fine." She looks at me as if I didn't hear her analysis correctly.

I'm confused. "But you said they aren't happy being married to each other."

"No, I didn't say that. I said they aren't happy with their relationship within their marriage. But they are happy being married to each other."

"Hmm." I look back at them.

"Unless something changes the dynamics of their relationship, they will more than likely continue to live like this for many years." She prophesies. "Neither of them wants a divorce."

"Hmm." I look back at her.

"Aurei, you're assuming everyone wants to be not only in love but happy with the one they are married to and vice versa.

But when life happens and things change, many people don't find a way to keep being in love or their happiness alive.

They let it go, but they don't want to divorce either, so they live in more of a partnership-type arrangement. Which is very sad to me."

"Hmm." I push a piece of hair off her face tenderly. She's such an exciting find.

"What you really want to know is what Fucking Fantasy I would give them to help them?"

"I do."

"This example will be just to demonstrate what I do so you will have a good idea. I read people's sexual issues. Sometimes it's clear cut. Sometimes it's well hidden." She smiles at me. "Like mine and yours. We have learned to hide ours really deep."

"Mmhmm," I smirk, "I like to hide my issue really deep in you."

She rolls her eyes, but she enjoys the acknowledgment.

"Most everyone has a sexual tell like a poker tell that gives them away if you're paying attention.

I don't look for it, but I'm good at reading people.

When I do a Fucking Fantasy, I ask interview questions and watch them as they answer, then I know where to go to work or what needs work.

It's hard to describe, but from there, I construct a tailor-made fucking fantasy for them. "

"Ok. Now you're a savant."

She smiles and gives me a Dr. Phil impression. "I prefer sexologist extraordinaire."

I laugh at that. "What fantasy would you recommend for them?"

"For them as a couple?"

"Affirmative."

"Who asks for it?"

I frown. "Gio, then. But what does that matter if it's a couple's fantasy?"

"It helps to flush the issue out. But for this fantasy, we will assume they both want it and both in on it."

"Ah," I nod.

"Why are they in Vegas? Vacation, business, sports event?"

I smirk at the opportunity to foreshadow without her knowing, "Let's just say they're in Vegas celebrating a wedding."

"And what outcome does Gio want to leave with? Does she want to leave Vegas with Antonio's love again?"

"Yes. Definitely."

"How many days do I have?"

"What's typical?"

"Three days."

I raise my eyebrows, surprised at how short a length of time that sounds to fix an issue that's been brewing for years, but … "Three days then."

"Ok. Let me think a minute." She looks over at them again. They are eating their dessert and chatting with other people. Both seem comfortable being next to each other. There's not a lot of tension. Their body language is good.

Siri speaks under her breath, "She blames you for Yanni, you know. You introduced them, didn't you?"

"Yes," I admit, and damn if I don't feel a pang of guilt.

"Ok. My Fucking Fantasy would be to give her what he has and to show him what he has."

I frown. "What?"

She looks down at the table as she explains, and I realize she's avoiding the emotion in my eyes.

"I would set her up with a gigolo for the first two days.

The gigolo would wine and dine her, making her feel alive and desirable again.

He would fuck her brains out in the room next door to Antonio's.

The headboard would bang on the wall. Her moans and screams with her orgasms would echo in Antonio's ears while he would sit alone in a dark, quiet room. He would be forced to endure it."

"How would you make him do that?"

She smirks when she glances up. "When I work with couples, both have to agree ahead of time, giving up all rights to make decisions. I make them pay double my fees upfront. If they quit before the deadline, I keep it all. If they stay throughout, I refund them half."

I chuckle at her shrewd business skills. "Money talks and shit walks."

"Affirmative." She winks. "Plus, I guarantee that everyone involved will have the fucking part of the fucking fantasy, and I guarantee they have a happy ending."

"Continue," I smirk, impressed as hell.

"Each night after Gio's satisfying fuck, she would come to bed without bathing and sleep next to him.

He needs to smell another man on her, and he needs to smell her freedom.

On the third day, I would come to their room.

Each of them would be given specific instructions for the day.

They would be required to role play, which means I tell them how they will treat each other.

For instance, Antonio would have to treat Gio like he treats Yanni.

She would be his mistress. Gio would treat Antonio as if he were her gigolo.

That evening, I would bring them into the club.

They would be entertained at one of our shows and stimulated by many women and men.

Then they would be brought into our special rooms, stripped and oiled.

Antonio would be led into the Fucking Fantasy room, tied to a chair, and then blindfolded.

Gio would be placed behind him. He would not know she was there, and she would be instructed not to make a sound.

The music would be turned up to blast them.

When I enter the room, she will remove his blindfold, and I would dance for him.

" She cuts her eyes at me and finds I'm hanging on every word.

"I would make them both hot with desire.

Then I would blindfold both of them and turn the music off.

I would continue to dance, letting them hear my breath as I circled.

Letting them hear me pant with passion. Making them imagine I am fucking someone right next to them.

Then I would take Gio's hands and run them over Antonio's body.

I would instruct him to moan when it was good; this way, she learns how to please him again.

He wouldn't know it was her. He would think it was me.

When he is ready to fuck, she would mount him, and I would fuck him using her body.

She would mimic my movements. When they become lost in the fantasy, I would remove his blindfold, and her Fucking Fantasy would come true. They would leave Vegas in love again."

She lifts her eyes to mine and focuses on the connection we share.

"I love what I do. I'm very good at it too.

I have helped a lot of people find their way to sexual satisfaction.

It's gratifying, but …" She stops talking, then smiles, "don't worry.

I will give up the actual hands-on operation and manage only the business side. "

Her offer to sacrifice a portion of her passion isn't lost on me, and I reach for her face, "Are you sure?"

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Siri

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I lay my face against his hand, then kiss the center of his palm. "I've never been more certain about anything."

His other hand finds my golden collar, and his fingertips trace it. Their heat searing into me. His lips close the distance to kiss mine and I wait for them, knowing this kiss will not be private but public ... and neither of us cares.

His voice is soft when he says so only I can hear. "I've never been more certain about anything either."

Then those perfect, heart-shaped lips breathe the love of my life's breath into mine before they seal themselves to me in our forever. His gift of this intimate kiss owns me, claims me, and proclaims me, and I give myself to him willingly, obediently, and with complete abandon in the public world.

Opening my mouth to receive his tongue, he gives me one soft thrust, then waits for my submission.

He is the Master of my World, and I give him what he wants.

I gently but thoroughly suck his tongue, loving him as I feel my blood pumping, thumping softly against his thumb, laying lightly against my jugular.

My life is complete as long as he is in it.