Page 54 of Unforgettable Billionaire (The Hardcore Novels: Special Editions #3)

When we enter the airport terminal, I dance past him, throw my arms in the air, spinning around and around.

"I'm so excited to be home! Vegas! Ah! There is no place like it in the entire world!

" I hear him laughing at my antics, and when I stop, he simply holds his hand out to me.

I look at that gorgeous golden hand and realize I'm the luckiest girl in the world.

I'm home with my hero! I give him my hand obediently, and he gives me his beautiful smile.

My heart fills with love for him, and I tell him.

"Aurelius Moore, I love you so much." Then my eyes twinkle at him, and he smirks.

"But...."

"But hurry up!" I back away, pulling him, grinning, curling the fingers with my other hand. "Come on! Let's go!"

He gives me that sexy head nod of acknowledgment and lets me pull him out into the congested bay area. "You better look where you are going."

I laugh. "I can find my way to the train blindfolded."

He laughs and says. "Trust me. You need to look." His eyes are focused on something overhead.

I giggle and twirl around, then stop, stunned.

I crush his fingers between mine, then I release his hand and put both mine to my heart.

It's racing, beating fast and loud, drowning out all sound by its rhythmic pounding in my ears.

Boom boom, boom boom. My knees lock in shock. My breath is lost in time and space.

Aurei gently rests his hands on my shoulders, stroking my skin with his thumbs, steadying me through the fog. Ready to catch me if I faint. He leans down and whispers in my ear. "Breathe, Baby. Don't forget to breathe."

As I stare at the banner running across the billboard on the marque sign overhead, I open my mouth and suck air in, and let it fall out, then suck air and let it fall, then again.

I hear a soft, caressing. "Good girl."

I see a picture of my face. Not my masked Surreal face or my Seary Diva Dancer's face, but my IMDb profile picture. The young, sweet, innocent Alabama girl who came to Vegas. The real me. In a trance, I read the flashing words.

Coming to Been Jammin’

A NEW Cirque du Soleil Show

Whitney Houston, I Will Always Love You

Featuring One of Our Own

Siri Wright

Tickets On Sale Soon

Visit BeenJammin.com or call 888-xxx-xxxx

for more information.

I see Aurei out of the corner of my eye in creep mode with his phone pointed at me, filming my reaction, circling around. I hear him again say to me. "Good girl. Don't forget to breathe."

The advertisement disappears, and another slides in to take its place.

The spell is broken. The speed of time catches up.

The rush of noise hits me, and the vibration from it jars me back to my senses.

I feel the smile that shines like a beam radiating from me, and I turn it on him.

Starting in my toes and spreading as fast as lightning throughout my body, the dancer inside comes alive, and I start to jump up and down, squealing like a little girl!

"Eek!" I throw my hands up and dance around in circles.

When I finally stop twirling around, my eyes hunt the man who has made all this possible.

His gorgeous green gaze locks and holds mine.

I almost explode from the joy of the moment, then I bolt.

He holds his arms open wide and braces for impact.

I launch myself at him. "Oh, My Fucking Golden God!

" I sail through the air and hit him square in the chest. My arms and legs wrap themselves around him, and I bury my face in his neck, giggling like a madwoman!

He catches me without so much as a flinch and laughs in my ear. "Shit just got real, didn't it, Baby Thang?"

"Holy Fucking Hades! Maximus Aurelius Moore! It's really gonna happen!" I pull away, putting his face between my hands and putting my nose on his.

"Yes. It's real." He pinches my ass hard. "You're not dreaming."

I throw my head back and squeal. "OUI!" Then I rain down playful slaps on his shoulders, squirming and wiggling in this arms. "This is so dope! Sweet Zeus! Father of the Fucking Gods! My insides are pure shaking." I cinch myself to him with my legs and bury my face in his neck.

He puts his strong arms around me and cradles my ass, simply holding me while I absorb it all.

I tell his neck. "I love you so fucking much right now, Aurelius Moore!"

I feel his arms flex and then squeeze me tight.

He tells my hair. "Look at me." I lift my eyes to look into his.

I melt as he leans to kiss my forehead. His lips purse into a perfect heart shape, and my eyes travel up his straight nose to look into his hooded eyes.

Not hooded with sexual desire, but with passion.

The kind of passion that knows no bounds.

This man would do anything for me. "I love you too, Siri Wright!

" I close my eyes as his lips land on the bridge of my nose and linger there.

His breath blows on my face. The smell is sweet.

I inhale deeply, and my breath syncs with his.

"That's better." He whispers. I open my eyes to his knowing smile, and he releases me.

My feet drop to the floor, and I stand, then I nip his pec, and he flinches. "Fuck you, Aurei! You and your fucking secrets!"

He puts his arm around me, and we start across the terminal. "I wasn't sure if you were going to burst into tears or faint on me."

I chuckle, hearing the truth. "I wasn't sure either! Fuck! I nearly did both. I guess I'm wound up pretty tight."

We walk across the area together. He like the God he is, while I dance across it like the Diva I am. "Relax. We've got this!"

"Thank you!" I tell him.

"For?"

"For being so fucking awesome!"

When we board the train, my phone goes off.

Ding! Ding! Ding! "It's Brutus." I look down to enter my code to unlock it, and the tram jolts, throwing me off balance.

I step to regain my footing, but the woman next to me, holding an infant, dropped her diaper bag, and it's lying right where I need to put my foot.

I stutter step. Then my ankle falls off my stiletto, and like a tumbling rock, I start to go down.

Dancers are used to the pain of crashing on their knees, and I feel my face contort into a grimace, knowing the level of pain about to be delivered.

Splaying my hands to catch myself, I practically throw my phone.

Through squinted eyes, I see Aurei's lightning-fast reflexes reaching out to snag me.

One jerks my arm, keeping my knees safe—the other snatches my phone from midair.

Only my tits land hard with the abrupt rescue, jarring an "oomph" out of my mouth.

"Careful now." He tells me as I gain my composure.

I roll my eyes. Well, that was graceful as fuck."

My phone goes off again. Ding! Ding! Ding!

Aurei opens his palm and puts it under my nose. I mash my lips together and take it, feeling slightly humiliated by my clumsiness.

"You're just out of practice." He tries to reassure me but fails because of the laughter in his voice.

I stick my tongue out at him, sassing his poor attempt at either humor or comfort.

He laughs out loud, then pulls me tight against him, securing me as I read the text from Brutus out loud.

Your car is waiting for you, Boss Lady.

In the train. Be there in 8.

Your car key is at the baggage pickup as instructed. Look for the dude with your name on a sign.

Wait. WTF? Aren't you here?

Brutus doesn't answer, and I pout. The tram arrives at our gate, and I hand my phone to Aurei. "Here. You hold it. It's safer with you."

He chuckles and slips it into his pocket with his own, then asks. "Did Brutus come through?"

"Of course, never doubt Brutus," I tell him as we exit, and my hand slips into his.

Brutus arranged to have my Shelby GT500 shipped out to Vegas.

Aurei protested, saying he had a car I could drive, but I bought my car because that's the car I wanted.

I never intended to leave it behind. It was always going to be shipped out.

I was tired of having to be driven everywhere.

I needed to be more independent and less isolated.

At the top of the escalator that leads to the baggage pick-up point, Aurei puts me on the moving belt in front of him.

As we descend, I turn around to face him and stare fixated on his crotch, obviously admiring the view.

I'm such a naughty tease. I drag my tongue over and around my lips.

Wetting them until they shine. I'm rewarded to see his 'sausage' begin to grow in his pants.

Instantly, his hand lands hard on top of my head, and he palms it like a basketball, then turns me clockwise around.

As I spin, I lift wicked, laughing eyes to his face and see the same expression on his.

"Bad Thang! Behave!"

"But it's so hard!" I say, and he chuckles again at the innuendo. It's fast becoming my new 'go-to' tease with him.

When we clear the overhang, I look out over the baggage area for the man with my name on a card. I give a little squeal of excitement and take off down the escalator, too impatient to ride now. Brutus! Bald-headed, big ole baby, Brutus! He came himself!

At 6'6", 295 lbs., Brutus dwarfs everyone around him by the sheer volume of size. A former NFL Linebacker, he is mean and tough, but not nasty. His heart is as good as they come.

I sprint towards him, and he drops the sign that reads, 'Siri here!

Wright now!' When I reach him, I stop and jump as high as possible, twisting at the top.

He dips down into a squat and turns his shoulder for me to land on in our modified NFL body bump.

Then he scoops me up and crushes me in a feet-dangling hug!

"It's good to see you!" We say at the same time.

When he sets me down, he steps back, lays his big hands on my shoulders, and sums me up. "Baby Girl! You really look good! Rested, happy, relaxed! You look fantastic!"

"Thanks, Brutus! Karma has been working her magic."