Page 32 of Unstoppable Billionaire (The Hardcore Novels: Special Editions #2)

I quickly decide the top thing I want to know.

#1: The Bastard Son of Thor, God of Thunder.

The who is def Aurei. The what, when, where, and why should be interesting.

I giggle. That title sounds so fucking hot.

I can't wait to discover all the details of his little secret.

And #2: What are his secrets he wanted me to know first before we fucked?

I'm curious what does he consider 'dark'?

Maybe it's his thunderous side? The way he likes to fuck.

Hard! I touch my pussy. He sure knows how to hammer that son of a bitch home.

He is such a fantastic fuck. The sobering thought that he has fucked others drops like a bomb in my brain, along with the thought of how many others?

I don't want to know about all the others, do I?

No, I don't. They have only made him an excellent lover, and he is my lover now.

The word makes me stop dead in my thoughts.

…Lover... I raise my eyes to the mirror.

The word sneaks out of my lips in a low whisper.

Love... I stare at myself, then rebuke myself.

"Don't!" I turn abruptly, walking out. I flip my hair to fluff it.

He is a fucking expert, and that's all I need to know!

When I enter the kitchen, I sneak up behind him and put my arms around him. He is cracking the eggs and munching on a slice of bacon. "It smells delicious." I hug him.

He turns to face me and holds me out so he can see me in the shirt. "It looks good on you, Sweet Thang. You approve?" He says it as a statement, not a question.

I twirl around for him. "Yes, I do."

"Good."

"It's the perfect choice. I love it!" I hug myself and squeeze my tits. Aurei's eyes fall to them. He's still very needy. I glance down at his 'sausage' and confirm it.

"You look stunning in it, Siri." He grins at me.

"You're a sweet man, Aurelius Moore." I take a step toward him.

He points to the living room, then turns and goes back to the stove.

"You are going to learn that I'm a really sweet guy with excellent taste, who you can trust to take good care of you.

Now, go into the living room and wait while I finish cooking.

I'm a little behind schedule. I had a few phone calls. "

"Ok." Curious to see what else is neat, clean, and organized, I twirl away and let the dancer take me to the living room.

I spot a guitar sitting on the couch. I pick it up and strum it.

It's in tune, which tells me Aurei plays it regularly.

I walk back to the entrance and ask without going in. "I see you play the guitar?"

"Affirmative."

"Will you play me something after breakfast? I love the sound of your voice."

"Depends."

"On?"

"How sweetly you ask me."

"Pretty please with sugar on top?"

He chuckles. "That's not what I had in mind, but being pretty, giving me sugar, and being on top, sounds good.

I think I can work with that." He rounds the counter with our plates loaded with food.

"Come. Let's eat." He sets the plates down and goes back to the cabinets for the low ball glasses and the milk.

He pours us both a drink, and I smile up at him as I slide onto the stool.

He pushes them across, and the milk dances in the glass, making me think about the cookies we dunked in them.

When I look up, Aurei winks that killer wink.

He's thinking the same thing.

I smirk at my milk, remembering, then I ask. "What were you thinking when I won the cookie-eating challenge?" I ask, curious to see if I'm right.

"Don't ask if you don't want to know."

"I won't." I wait for his answer.

"Straight-line now. Don't get mad."

"I won't."

"You might."

"I understand you're an honest asshole." He smirks but still doesn't answer, so I ask again, being specific with my question and asking very sweetly.

"What were you thinking after I won the cookie-eating contest when your thunder rolled up in you and you struggled to maintain control of it, Asshole.

Give it to me straight line, not curved.

I really want to know. Please, Sugar Bare? "

His smirk breaks into a slight grin at the new nickname. "Why do you say 'thunder?"

"Don't answer my question with a question, please. It isn't polite."

"I'm not polite." He stares me down, and the mood of his eyes changes from playful to intense, and that intensity makes me blink, but I don't look away.

I'm not afraid of you. I stare back with my own intensity.

A smile spreads slowly over his face, and that thing down deep inside me stirs. "Why thunder?"

"Because your intensity, like right now, reminds me of the thunder in a storm. Thunder rumble as the storm brews and rages. Sometimes it is a low rumble, and sometimes it's booming. It always warns of danger."

"Do you think I'm dangerous?"

My pussy wets my lips, and I shift in my seat. "I think you have been and could be. So yes, I do think you're dangerous."

He looks away. "You are such an interesting find."

"Why do you keep saying that?"

"There are many reasons, but I've never had conversations with another woman like I have with you."

"What kind of conversations have you had with women?"

"Boring ones." He smirks, and I know he isn't going to divulge anything else.

"Are you dangerous?"

He turns to look at me. His green gaze is deep, but the insane intensity is gone. "Yes, I can be. But I have to tell you the truth ... about thunder." I see truth and honesty in his eyes. He's let his guard down. "It gets such a bad rap." He winks.

Damn, that wink is killer!

"Do you know what causes thunder?"

"No."

"Thunder is a direct result of lightning. It isn't a warning of danger at all. It's more a result."

"That's interesting. So lightning first, then thunder."

"That's affirmative."

I look away, thinking about that, then look back and ask. "What causes your thunder? What's your lightning?"

He raises his eyebrows at me and smirks.

Oh! Of course. I chuckle then bump his arm. "So...what were you thinking when my cookie-eating turned into lightning?"

"I was resisting that powerful primal urge that wells up inside me." He grins. "My thunder."

I grin. "I got that. What were you thinking?"

"I thought that I needed to control myself, or I would lose the only chance I would have of winning the heart of this beautiful little dancer named Seary who was sitting directly in front of me, teasing me terribly."

"I got that too. What were you thinking?"

He grins at me and shakes his head, not wanting to say what he was thinking, but I shake mine too. "I won't be denied. I want to know."

"Damn, woman." He takes a breath and confesses.

"I was thinking about snatching you up by your beautiful headful of hair, ripping your pants off you, slamming your petite dancer body down on the counter, and fucking you with all the thunder I possess.

" He smirks, then finds his fork, picks it up, and eats.