Page 39 of Unstoppable Billionaire (The Hardcore Novels: Special Editions #2)

"You wear that suit well, Sir." He grins and gives me the kiss I ask for with my puckered lips.

"Get dressed, Naked Thang. We have a plane to catch, and the car will be arriving in about.

..." He stretches his left arm and looks at his watch.

It's a Rolex, of course. The gold sitting on his dark skin against the dark shirt only emphasizes the beauty of his Golden God gorgeousness. "Fifteen minutes."

"BrB." I wink at him then skip into the bedroom. At the door, I look back at him. His eyes move up to my eyes, and he busts a grin, then takes a drink from the water bottle. Mmhmm!

I hurry to my suitcase and unzip it. Well.

.. There is no way I'm going casual with him looking so fly.

I rummage around. There it is. I pull out a tiny, blue, spandex dress, then go back in for a white lace-covered royal blue push-up bra I bought to match it.

I fold our yellow J crew shirt up and stuff it in, then unzip the other bag and remove my matching platform pumps.

Getting dressed, I wonder what kind of businessman he is.

I laugh out loud. I have a million questions for the poor man.

"Are you ok in there?" I hear him. "Need help?"

"I'm ok. Nope. Just thought of all the questions I'm going to bombard you with."

"Oh, no!" He laughs.

When I look in the mirror, I know it was the right choice.

I look stunning in it, and it matches his tie.

I push the shoulders off and pull the neckline down so the white lace peeks out, then I pull the length up, so it's super short.

The front is pulled tight and inviting. I whip my hair up and over my head, shake it out, finger brush it, then gently toss it back.

As it settles in place, the natural curls fall all over each other, stacking up.

When I check it out in the mirror, the effect is full and luscious looking. Sexy!

Walking through the bedroom door, I hear a long low whistle.

When I stop and turn around so he can fully admire the view, his voice is husky.

"Wow! You wear that little blue dress well.

You are one Sexy Thang!" He walks over to me, takes my hand, rolls the palm down, and pulls it to his lips, kissing the back.

"And, my Lady." He says it possessively as he stares up at me from under his eyelids.

The emerald green vanishes in the shadow, and only dark eyes look at me.

My tits harden. My clit thumps once to tell me it is alert.

I bite half my lip, dragging my teeth as a slow smile spreads across my face.

"Yes, I am."

There is a knock at the door. As he stands, he gives me his sexy half-smile.

"Our carriage awaits. We begin our journey to The Eternal City and beyond.

" He holds his arm out to me, and I slip mine in his.

When he opens the door, there are two men dressed as chauffeurs.

Aurei pulls the door open wide, and they enter to get our luggage.

When they come out, he locks the door and escorts me to the elevator.

We walk in silence while they follow behind.

When we enter the elevator, he releases my arm.

I walk to the back and turn to face him.

He is pushing the "L" button as the chauffeurs come to the entrance. "Catch the next one." He tells them.

When the doors close, he walks to stand in front of me.

He puts one arm on the wall and leans in.

His face moves past mine, and I feel his magnetism.

My skin comes alive. All the little hairs stand up, pushing to touch him.

His heat tickles me as he moves down, stopping short of my neck, and hovers there.

My eyes roll back in my head with his seduction.

My mind focuses on that one spot where his breath blows.

With each exhale, the skin sings, and the sensation radiates out like sonar, pinging the tips of my tits and my clit.

When he inhales, the sensation rushes back to that one spot and waits for his breath to blow on it again.

"I love the way you smell." He whispers, and then he blows on it.

I stop breathing with his skillful seduction—my mind zeroes in on that one tiny, tickling spot.

He says in a husky whisper as his finger pushes past my labia lips to touch my clit. "I love that you don't wear panties."

My mind screams with joy as my clit floods my pussy with wetness, and my tits try to touch him, pushing against my bra. "Yes," I whisper my approval.

He blows his breath out as his throat moans, then turns into whispered words. "I love how wet you are." His finger slides into my vagina.

"Mmm."

He curls his finger as he whispers in my ear, connecting to two sensitive spots. "I love how you moan for me."

"Ah!" I let out a moan full of air.

His finger slides out, and he thumps my clit hard a few times.

"Oh!" I say in surprise.

"I love how you love being pounded." He nuzzles my ear, sending waves of vibration from it to my clit, making it tingle terribly.

I moan loud unashamed of the way he makes me let go. Tipping my head back, I offer him my throat as I flex my ass against the wall.

His finger slides in my pussy, and he pats my clit as he pumps it, in and out, in and out.

"Oh!" My hand latches onto his forearm to encourage him, but his strength maintains control.

"I love how you sang for me this morning."

I pause, frowning, staring up to the ceiling of the elevator.

"You didn't know you did that. Did you?"

"No," I answer truthfully.

His finger slips out, and he drags it forward to wet my clit.

Then he moves it back in my vagina, then back all the way out to my clit.

Each time he goes in, I push his arm deep, and when he pulls it out, he circles my clit, making my eyes roll back in my head and my ass flex on the wall.

All while he tells me. "You sang each time you came this morning.

Not words, but beautiful moaning vocal runs. I didn't know you could sing so sweet."

The elevator slows down, then dings, and we arrive. My eyes fly open. Dammit! We are here!

His hand leaves as he pecks my lips. The doors slide open, and he pushes off the wall as he hides my wetness in his pocket. He smirks, pleased with my wanton expression, sticks his elbow out, and says. "Come."

I hook his arm and sigh. "Almost."

He chuckles.

Walking across the lobby floor, I stare up his gorgeousness. It feels so fucking good to have a man who isn't intimated by my Wild Thang. Hearing my heels clicking, I strut for him, letting my tit bounce against his arm.

He smiles down at me. "Tease."

I squeeze his arm. "It's what I do."

He chuckles. "It's who you are."

"Truly."

When I notice three limousines parked out front, I frown.

"I thought it best." He answers.

"Three?"

"It's a diversionary tactic."

"Why?"

"Ruth."

"Ruth? Please! That bitch don't have nerve enough to try anything out in public."

"Maybe, but I'm not taking any chances."

When Aurei pulls the front door open, I notice a small crowd of people outside the building, milling around. Then notice Tony, the security guard, standing there.

As I walk out, I hear. "Is that her? Is that Seary?"

I wave as I wait for Aurei to come to stand beside me.

He takes my hand and lays in the crook of his arm again. "It would appear that secret is out."

I grin at him. "It would appear that way."

"Is there still time to slip away?"

"What?" I wink at him. "And deny them?"

"Yes."

"No way," I take a step toward them. "It's showtime!"

"I was afraid of that."

Immediately the small crowd of people surges toward us, shouting all at once. "Yes! That's her! That's Seary! Seary, may I have an autograph? May I have a pic? Will you sign my chest?"

Tony hurries forward to step in-between me and them, holding up his hands to back off, and Aurei's hand clamps down on mine, but I launch into default Diva mode, pull my hand free, and strut my stuff out to meet them.

Aurei manages to cut me off and join Tony.

I smile behind the two, wave to the crowd over their heads, and point at a spot over by the wall where they can have full access to me, then proceed there unnoticed.

Work it, Siri. Work your ass-n-tits. Flaunt your stuff.

The crowd circles around the two would-be bodyguards and surrounds me. The first person to hold her phone out and request a selfie with me is Brandy, the girl I met at The Stallion last night, the one who held my jacket.

"Siri, can I have a selfie with you?"

"Sure, Brandy." I take the phone from her, and we pose. I snap the pic and hand it back to her.

"I knew I recognized you last night." She tells me as I pose with another fan.

"I have a blog for military wives called Brandy's Blabbing Bitches. May I ask some questions for it?" She doesn't wait for my answer. "Are you from Alabama?"

"Yes, I'm from LA. Lower Alabama."

She laughs, appreciating the pun. "Are you moving back here?"

"No, I'm heading back to Vegas very soon." I pose with a couple of older ladies.

"Are you opening an entertainment business here?"

"Not really." I sign a man's chest. "I'm under an exclusive dance contract in Vegas."

"We were hoping you would be performing at The Stallion." He says as I hand him back his marker.

"Well, maybe later I'll do a guest appearance there. The new owner is a friend of mine."

"Cool!"

"Who's the new owner?" Brandy asks.

"Clay Quigley. He's an Aussie. You should interview him. Ask him about the deal he made for it. It's an awesome story."

"I will." She beams.

"Tell him I sent you. We go way back."

"I will. Thanks!" She takes a step back while I snap yet another picture. "Were you two a couple?" She asks eagerly to get some details.

"No, our friendship is business in nature. This handsome hunk is my man." I lay my hand on a frowning Aurei's arm as he steps up beside me.

He gives me a 'don't say too much' look, and I give him a 'don't worry' look.