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

CHAPTER TWO

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Aurei

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I turn off the water and hand her the towel. "Here, My Lady."

Siri smirks at the title, then nods, "Thank you, Sir ."

She takes the towel and plays dirty. Teasing me terribly, playfully jiggling her tits and butt cheeks, she dries off. When I've reached my limit of torture, I hold my hand out for the towel, but she hides it behind her and says in a very commanding tone. "No. I'll do you. Spread 'em."

She's being a submissive bossy brat playing BDSM mind games with me.

I smirk, her Wild Thang needs taming, and I'm the man for the job.

I cock an eyebrow at her letting her know that I'm not accustomed to taking orders and also threatening if she doesn't do it right, that something will happen to her, but that's a discussion for another time.

Then I hold my arms out and spread my legs.

She bites her bottom lip, then dries me with a gentle pat-down, taking longer on my package than necessary but being careful not to be too rough. When she's finished, she hands the towel back, puckers up for a butterfly kiss, and says, "I need a nap."

I chuckle at that, knowing she didn't fake any orgasms. Sex takes a lot out of you, no matter how physically fit you are. I agree, "Affirmative."

We fall onto the bed together. Then immediately, she wiggles closer, and I pull her perfect ass against me to spoon.

I grab a pillow to rest our heads on and am surprised last night I missed discovering the gun she sleeps with. Of course, she's had self-defense training. But now is not the time for confessions either, so I let it go.

Instead of resting her head on the pillow, she positions my arm so she can lay her head on my bicep. Then drapes my other arm over her and says softly, "I love this position."

"It's nice," I agree as I stroke her arm, enjoying having her next to me. Her softness is relaxing, and her scent calms me.

She sleepily whispers, "Tomorrow, you can fuck me like this."

"Affirmative." I agree.

Then she sighs and says so softly I barely hear her. "I don't ever want to sleep alone again."

"Okay," I whisper back, but she's already asleep.

When I wake, I twirl a lock of her hair. "Time to wake up, Angel Thang. I'm starving. What's for breakfast?"

She rolls over and puckers up. I kiss her lips, and she nuzzles closer. "There's fruit and yogurt in the fridge."

I peck her lips again, then push her away and slide off the bed. "I worked up an appetite too big for a snack."

I walk into the bathroom and relieve myself. When I come back out, I find her stretching. Damn, she's flexible! I lean against the doorframe to enjoy the show.

She smiles right before she touches her face to her knees. "I can't cook. Just so you know."

"What? A southern girl who doesn't cook? Not even grits and eggs?"

"That's right. Not even grits and eggs." She kisses her foot with a loud smack, and I chuckle.

"That's okay. As long as I get to watch this routine every morning, I'll cook for you."

She crawls to the edge of the bed. Putting her palms on the floor, she drags her legs off, lifting them into a handstand, balances herself, then walks to the wall where she does five handstand pushups, lifts one hand off the floor, balances herself again, then dips down one hand.

As she manages to push her body weight back up, I marvel at her strength. Hell, I don't know if I can do that.

Then she drops her feet, bounces up, and pumps the air, excited she did it.

She hops over, throws her arms around my neck, and bounces up to plant a wet kiss on my lips, and I tell her the truth. "Damn! That was amazing! I love how strong you are."

She giggles as our noses nuzzle. "Welcome to my world!"

I unlatch her arms and gently push her away as I say, "Ham and cheese omelets at my place." Then I bend over to get the white towel I came over in and wrap it around my waist. "Get dressed. You can help."

Her phone rings, and we stare at it.

"Who's calling you?" I ask, frowning.

"It's the office. Probably Lucy is calling to reschedule my appointment with Mrs. Smith."

"Well, tell her you are spending the day with a needy friend, and you'll be unavailable."

She laughs, walking over to the nightstand to answer. "Needy? I wouldn't call you needy."

I whip the towel off, take both ends, and twirl it into a tight spiral.

She stops to stare, so I warn her first. "Don't answer it.

Lucy can leave a message." Then I fire a warning shot, flicking one end of it at her, missing on purpose.

The tip cracks like a whip, and she squeals, diving onto the bed.

Crawling out of reach, she turns to face me, postured to make her escape from the towel.

Her boobs are hanging down, swinging gently, playing tag, and I smirk at her.

"Oh, I'm going to be needy again later today. "

The voicemail tone dings, so I cinch the towel around my waist, not wanting to stare too long at her gorgeous tits, or else I'm going to pin her down and shove my cock between them like I've been dreaming about doing since the first time I saw her.

I grab my phone and tell her as I head for the door. "Wear blue jeans, and if you have some, cowboy boots."

Her smile is radiant beauty. Her words are sassy. "I might not cook, but you can bet your sweet ass, this Alabama girl has a pair of cowboy boots. Where are we going?"

I open the door, laughing. "To the farm."

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Siri

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The door closes. Damn, he can be bossy! But it's such a turn-on.

That's why he drives that big truck. He has a farm! Which hopefully means horses.

Crawling off the bed, I open my closet. Scanning my clothes, I decide on a silk royal blue semi-sheer paisley shirt and toss it on the bed.

Followed by my favorite pair of Gucci jeans.

Then dropping down to my knees, I crawl to the back for my treasured pair of Old Gringo boots.

I haven't worn them in years, but I wanted to take them back with me to Vegas to help ward off those rare blue days of depression, thinking they might help.

My grandparents had horses and there are a lot of good memories in my boots.

I place them by the bed, then walk to the dresser.

I don't own socks, so I pull out a pair of thigh-high black stockings.

For a split second, I think of looking for a pair of lace panties or a thong, but he liked my panty-less pussy, and they will just be in the way.

Instead of a sports bra, I choose a bright pink one.

After donning the bra and stockings, I pull on the jeans, then tie the shirt loosely at the waist, Daisy Duke style so it hangs open showing off my ample cleavage, and exposing just a smidgeon of abs.

The fabric is so sheer that my bright pink bra shows when it touches.

A constant reminder that my tits are hidden from his view.

That will keep him needy all day. I am such a naughty tease.

Slipping on my old boots, I adjust the pants' legs inside so they are comfy. Then checking all the angles in the mirror, I'm happy with the effect. It's southern sexy.

But my hair is a mess. I need a hat. I reach for my soft jeans ball cap with the Margaritaville Casino logo autographed by Jimmy Buffett himself, and pull my thick wavy mane through the hole in the back.

I lift the comforter, searching for my black purse, and stuff a couple of hundreds into my back pocket. Ready to go, I pick up my phone and close the door behind me.

Sashaying to Aurei's end of the floor, I listen to Lucy's voice message. "Good morning, Miss Wright. You have flowers! Too many flowers! You had good time last night, yes? Good on you! But what do wit dim? Call me."

The 'too many flowers' must be from the Swingers, so they aren't upset that I didn't follow their rules. I put the married couples together. I orchestrated a threesome. I didn't fuck. And I left early.

I call Lucy back, and thankfully, her voice mail answers. "Lucy, this is Siri. I did have a good time last night. Have Raymond put the flowers in my apartment. I'm busy today too. Thanks."

As I approach the elevator, I have a naughty idea. I hold down the home button till the two tones for voice control ding. "Call My Fucking Golden GOD."

I put the call on speaker as Apple's Siri confirms the command, plastering a huge grin on my face. "Calling My Fucking Golden God."

The elevator dings as I pass it, and the doors slide open right when Aurei answers. "So you're THE girl of my dreams, huh?"

I'm yanked backward by my ponytail, and I drop my phone, grabbing my hair. "What the fuck?"

I whirl around to find TD grinning at me. Then he swoops me into a bear hug, lifting me from my feet. "I know Rule #1 and all, but…"

My phone broadcasts Aurei's voice from the floor. "Siri? … SIRI?"

"Put me down, TD! NOW!"

Aurei's door is snatched open. He still thinks TD and I left on bad terms. He will rip TD apart.

Our heads snap to the sound, and we see Aurei storm into the hall.

TD drops me instantly, and I shove him away as I spin to face Aurei with my hand up, commanding him with a shout. "AUREI, STOP! STOP RIGHT THERE! DON'T COME ANY CLOSER!"

His momentum makes him take two steps to stop, but thankfully he listens. The sight of him in only a pair of tight distressed faded jeans with his muscles tense, coiled to attack is nothing short of majestic. He looks thunderous like a Bastard Son of Thor would look! Hot and scary as hell!

"Damn!" TD exclaims behind me. "Is that the same dude from last night?"

"Yes," I confirm not taking my eyes off Aurei until I know he isn't going to charge us.

"He looks like he wants to kick my ass or worse."

I turn to face TD as he watches Aurei over my shoulder. "What you did last night was fucking fantastic! We watched the recording this morning. Wow!" He takes a step back, and I turn to see Aurei with his hands on his hips, muscles flexed, still on high alert.

Damn! He is hot when his testosterone is raging!