Page 75 of Unforgettable Billionaire (The Hardcore Novels: Special Editions #3)

In the center of the ledge is a blue heart!

He grins at me. "I thought you would like this."

"I'm speechless!" I giggle again.

He sets the bird down gently with skill, and I realize what a perfect man he truly is, so I tell him so. "You are perfect! Did you know that?"

He laughs and rolls his eyes as he takes his helmet off.

His halo of hair sways softly as he shakes his head, and I realize that's an unconscious habit he does every time he removes it.

He reaches over and flips my visor up, then unstraps my helmet, and I lift it off.

I shake my hair out too. Then I giggle because I didn't mean to. It just feels good to do.

"Giggly Thang." He laughs and opens his door, gets out, and walks to mine. His happy face is the most beautiful thing I have seen, and I realize this truth.

His happy face is all I will ever need.

He unlatches my door, pulls it open, then unstraps me. I can't help myself. I launch myself on him. Kissing and sucking and mauling him, tearing at his clothes, ripping at mine. Needing him inside me. Needing him fucking me. Needing him loving me. Needing HIM! NOW!

He thrusts his hand in my hair and seizes control.

His mouth attacks my jugular with a force that will leave a mark for a long time, and I don't fucking care anymore.

I offer it to him, knowing he needs me like I need him.

He rams me into the aircraft, pins me between his hard body and the helicopter.

When he comes up for air, he says "strip" with a force that means the fucking will be worthy of our love.

I grab my shirts and lift them off together, then push my pants off to stand naked before him.

He unlatches the doors, inserts his fingers inside the gap, then pulls them apart.

His arms bulge, and his pecs push out on his shirt.

The doors glide on the rails, opening the interior for me to climb inside.

I put my hands down on the floor and boost myself in, then crawl to the center.

Before I can turn around, he is on me. Naked and needy.

Our bodies entwine, and we roll over and back, rocking the aircraft.

Then he is on top of me, and my moans fill the air with my need for him.

He whispers sweet, soft love words as he teases and nibbles my breasts.

His kisses feel like little bites of heaven against my fevered flesh.

One hand cradles my head against the hard flooring, and the other one explores me.

Sinking his fingers inside me, twirling and swirling.

My many moans become one long one as my orgasms fall one after the other.

When I finally lay crying, cleansing tears of emotional release, he inserts his golden rod inside me.

He pushes it deep and holds it. Then he pulls it slowly out, then he pushes it in deep again, holding and withdrawing slowly, repeating until my hips rise and roll with his rhythm.

I stretch my arms out over my head and moan loud and long.

His mouth covers mine, and his tongue slides between my teeth.

I suck him as he fucks me, matching his force until his moans overtake his mouth.

When he cums inside me, it is soft and sweet as his breath pants between his teeth.

He collapses on me, and I cradle my man.

Stroking his skin and massaging his flesh, relaxing him until his breath is slow and even.

His dead weight of slumber is heavy on me, but I gladly bear the burden.

Snatching my breath in short pants. When he stirs, he rolls us over, and I lay on top of him.

My need to make love to him boldly drives me.

I whisper the same love words back to him as I begin to kiss, suck and nibble every inch of his flesh.

When I get to his cock, I push it aside, bury my face in the soft, sensitive skin of his V, licking and nibbling down between his legs.

I push his legs up and expose his taint to my devotion.

My mouth is everywhere, and his moans are deep and appreciative for my lack of reserve.

I hold nothing back with my love. When I suck his balls, one hand teases below, and one hand teases above.

My tongue rolls around and around while my fingers touch and probe.

His "Ahs" are the most satisfying sound.

I love my husband uninhibitedly, and when his mind-blowing orgasm begins, his hands are wrapped in my hair, and both ends of his cock are stroked to perfection.

His grunts are full and deep. When his hands fall limply out of my hair, I lay next to him and draw little hearts and halos on his abs and chest.

When he stirs, the only thing he says is, "Wow."

I chuckle, and his arm comes up to hold me but flops back down.

His snores are loud like a bear's. And they are deeply satisfying to hear but impossible to sleep through.

My tummy growls, and I slip out from under his arm unnoticed, land nimbly on the ground, dress, fold his clothes neatly and place them beside him, then remove the picnic basket and peer inside.

He has a table cloth on top, a thermos of coffee, Ziploc bags of rolls, cheese, sandwich meats, and my favorite .

.. sausage, covering what looks like two coffee cups and two plates.

I spread the tablecloth and set the basket on top.

I walk to the edge of the landing zone and admire the view, waiting for Aurei to wake. The air is clean of pollution, and I take a deep breath, hold it, then push it all the way out. Three times. Then I shake my shoulders hard and let it go.

I fucked up, but I survived, and I learned more than one thing valuable.

Strong arms encircle me, and loving lips kiss my neck as I'm pulled against the man who loves me so completely. My fingers interlock over our arms with his, and he says. "You are the sweetest one."

"Mmm. You know what I was just thinking?"

"No. What?"

"We make beautiful music together."

He chuckles. "If grunts and moans are beautiful music, then yes, we do."

"Let's eat. I'm hungry."

He kisses my hair and releases me. I spin around inside his arms, push up on my tiptoes and ask for a sweet peck.

He puckers his lips, then touches mine, then drapes his arm around my shoulder as we walk the short distance to the picnic blanket.

Once there, I reach inside and begin to prepare makeshift roll sandwiches by placing alternate layers of the sandwich meat, sausage, and cheese between the bread.

Aurei sets the plates out, and I load them up as I go.

He pours us both another cup of coffee and waits to give me mine until I've finished.

I place the empty Ziploc bags back in the picnic basket and reach for the cup he holds out to me.

He's sitting with his legs stretched out in front, crossed at the ankles, leaning on one arm. As I take it, he offers a toast. "Here's to Mr. and Mrs. Moore. May we have a long, happy life together filled with love and laughter."

"Oh my gosh!" I grin, take my cup, and examine it.

It is one side of a nesting pair. The handles are blue hearts.

The cup Aurei handed me is the female side and says, Mrs. Moore.

His cup is the male side and says, Mr. Moore.

"Who's the sweetest one?" I ask him. He grins and leans to me for a sweet peck.

I give him a smirk kiss instead, pressing my lips against his, then I hold my cup up, and we clink them. "I'll drink to that."

He takes a long sip, then sets his down and picks up a sandwich, takes a hearty bite, and munches happily, as he surveys his new toy.

His foot rocks back and forth as he chews.

I realize, watching him, he's really hungry, then realize we didn't eat much yesterday.

"What say you and I grab a bite to eat with James this afternoon.

We can discuss the details of how I will somehow manage to improvise the bachelor party.

" I pop a sausage in my mouth and chew. "Man, these are good. "

He nods, "Sounds good," then picks up his cup, drains it, takes another sandwich, and goes back to studying his new bird.

I reach for the thermos and pour him another cup.

We eat in silence. Happy and content, just to be together.

When I'm finished, I lay my head in his lap and watch him finish the rest from this angle.

I appreciate the muscle tone of his jaw and the way his Adam's apple dances up and down as he swallows.

When the food is gone, he lays back, crosses his arms, and rests his head on them.

I move to lay beside him, and we study the clouds that float by, letting our imaginations create dragons, elephants, horses, bumblebees, and all sorts of crazy things.

We laugh and argue over them, then we simply lay there and breathe together.

After a little while, I start to hum, and he asks, what song is that?

"Breathe, by Faith Hill."

"Sing it."

I sing the first verse, then stop when he stands up. He leans down, helps me to my feet, takes me in his arms, and begins to sway. I sing the rest of the lyrics wrapped up tight in his arms with my face listening to his heartbeat.

Neither of us has ever felt this way before, and it's so magical, the undeniable chemistry we have.

We're so close that sometimes we don't need words.

Our breath simply syncs with our love. When I finish, he's kissing me again, and our passion is soft and sweet—letting our breath blow across each other's cheeks in a long, satisfying kiss.

When he finally lets me go, he hugs me against his chest. Then he says, "We need to return. "

"I know."

"I'll bring you here again real soon."

"You promise?"

"I promise. This can be our safe zone. Our quiet zone."

"I like that."

He asks. "Ready?"

"Yeah, I'm ready."

"You good?"

"You know how good I am!" The sass in my voice makes him stiffen then he squeezes me too tight. I realize now that's when he knew something was wrong yesterday. I pat his back, reassuring him. "I'm good. As long as I know you are here. I'm good."

"I'll always be here."

I chuckle. "Till death do us part?"

"Exactly!"

"Good, because I'm lost without you."