Page 52 of Unstoppable Billionaire (The Hardcore Novels: Special Editions #2)

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

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Aurei

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I wake her with butterfly kisses. "Wake up, Sleepy Thang. The sun is up, and it's a beautiful day to spend some money on a gorgeous girl."

"What time is it?" She asks, sitting up and stretching.

"It's eight. Antonio is on his way up. I will have a brief meeting with him while you get your bath and get dressed. Your cappuccino is there on the nightstand."

"Oh," She flops back down.

"Get up now. Don't go back to sleep," I coax her.

"Ok," she pulls a pillow over her face.

Laughing, I yank the covers off. "Don't do your stretches either. There isn't time."

She throws the pillow at me but sits up. "Ok. Ok. Where's the coffee?"

"On the table there." I point as she turns toward it, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

"Ah! Nectar of the Gods!" She slides her feet off the bed and picks it up. Sipping it, she drinks half before she stretches her arms again, then finishes it before heading into the bathroom. I confirm the water is on, then I open the door to Antonio, and we discuss business.

She's still in the shower when he leaves, so I reach in quietly and turn the hot water off.

"Hey! What's the big idea!" She snatches the shower curtain back. Brrr!" She shivers, and her nipples draw up taut and tight while goosebumps erupt all over her gorgeous body.

I hold a towel out to her but out of her reach.

"I thought you didn't like me cold."

"I don't, but I like your tits cold."

"This isn't very sweet!" She pouts.

I chuckle at how far she has pushed her bottom lip out to exaggerate her pout. I open the towel. "Put your arms down."

"Hurry!" She tells me, knowing I'm going to wrap the towel around her. I secure her like a papoose in an oversized prewarmed towel.

"Mmm. This feels so good! Like a bug snug in a rug."

I laugh as I lift her over my shoulder. "The basket in the corner has a heater in it. Put your towel in there when you get in, and it will be warm by the time you get out."

I carry her through the bedroom into the living room and stand her up. Then I sit in a chair in front of the window and point to a spot on the floor directly in front of me. "Stand right here. I want to examine your skin in the light of the sun."

She hugs the towel and shivers. "Can't we do this in the bed again?"

"No, I'm wise to your trickery." I tease her.

"Come on over. The sun is warm. Stand right here.

" I lean over and tap the exact place I want her to stand.

"Be a good girl, Siri, and let me look you over.

Up and down. Everywhere. I have something special planned for you today. A surprise. Come on, now." I coax her.

She smiles, then rolls up on her toes and tiptoes over like a ballerina.

"Now, take the towel off."

She grins, and I see trickery in her eyes. "Famous last words!"

She turns her back to me, holds the edges of the towel, opens her arms wide, points one toe at the floor, cocks her booty against the towel, lifts her arms in the air, then drops it.

As it falls to the floor, she begins to swing her hips seductively, and the entertainer performs a very arousing pre-lap dance, complete with jiggling her tits.

My cock responds immediately, and I suck air in at how fast it hardened. "Oh...."

"Do you still want that lap dance?" She asks as she bends over to twerk, demonstrating how amazing it would be.

"Yes...." I admit.

"Now or later?" She cups her tits, jostling them temptingly.

"Damn! Now... But...later." I'm conflicted.

She pushes her ass out, reaches back, and jostles her butt cheeks. "Butt what?"

"That butt is hot!" I acknowledge.

She lifts her leg, doing a split in the air, showing me her perfect pink slit. "Did you say hot?" She touches it, "Zssst!"

I remember her masturbating in the limousine, and I warn her. "Don't do it."

She laughs as she inserts her finger. "Don't do what?"

"That!" I stand and take a threatening step toward her. She drops her leg onto my shoulder, flips her hair around, then lets it cascades down my face. "Dammit, woman! That move is hot!" I concede. My cock is so hard it hurts.

She leans toward me, stretching past a standard split, and whispers in my face. "I am hot for you, Maximus Aurelius Moore."

"You sure as hell are!" I concur, "But...."

She removes her leg, then slowly sinks into a middle split before me. My cock pulsates, remembering how silky her mouth feels wrapped around it. "But what?" She goads me as she twerks on the floor.

"Fuck! I can't remember." I shake my head.

She smiles a wickedly satisfied grin as she brings her legs together, hugging her knees, then she lifts her ass and arches over backward until her tits rest on the ground. Her flexibility is on full display. Then she lifts her feet until they are level, then she uncurls until they lie on the floor.

I'm astounded again by how strong she is.

She says, "But one more thing…."

She places her head on the floor, both hands on either side and lifts her legs into a headstand.

"Fuck! You are strong!" I compliment her.

She bends her legs at the knees, kicks them straight up, and lifts herself into a handstand.

Before she reaches the peak, she picks one hand off the floor to balance her entire body in a perfectly straight line.

She holds it for a good second before she crumples in a pile of silly, girlie giggles.

Clapping and kicking her feet for herself, elated. "I fucking did it!"

I laugh with her happiness and hold out my hands to help her to her feet. She lifts quickly, then, jumping up and down, she kisses my face. "I did it! I did it! I absofuckinglutely LOVE that I just did that and that it was easy! I've worked hard on that move."

"Yes, you did, my silly, sexy, little Siri.

" I kiss her each time her lips hit mine.

Finally, she falls on me, and I hug her tight.

"I LOVE how strong you are. I LOVE how you love your life.

I LOVE the infectious sound of your happiness.

I LOVE …" I pause, realizing that I almost admitted that I LOVE everything about her.

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Siri

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Boom! My heart jolts, and time freezes as I stare into his beautiful green eyes smiling at me from under the dark brows that frame them to perfection. I absofuckinglutely LOVE this man.

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The blood drains from my face, leaving me weak. I quickly close my eyes and turn my face away—the power of that word overwhelming me.

"Siri? Look at me." He commands, and his voice sounds normal but confused.

Oh no! Did he read my thoughts?Does he feel it too?

I ignore him, keeping my face turned away. My eyes shut tight against the truth in my heart and the look in his eyes.

"Siri."

It is not a request now. It is more of a revelation of my reaction. I put my hands on his arms as he pulls me up to search my face. My heart tremors with my refusal to look at him, but I refuse to give in.

"Siri, look at me."

It is a command now, and he waits, fully expecting me to obey him, but I don't obey. My heart starts to shake with my refusal, but I buckle down on my resolve, keeping my face turned away, protecting us from that word.

Then he says so softly I can barely hear him. "Siri…. Look at me!" It is a plea, and my heart trembles as I protect our forever.

He puts his hand under my chin and brings my face to his. I keep my eyes closed tight, and I put my hands to his face, blindly placing my fingers to feel his warm, moist, kissable lips.

I want to kiss those lips for the rest of my life.

With that thought, my resolve sets deep in the core of my being.

The place where doubt and indecision don't survive.

I rest my forehead on my fingers and promise myself.

I will fight for him with all the wildness I possess.

I lift my face and tap my fingers on his lips, thinking.

How do I tell him what I truly believe in a way he will understand?

He has to understand! Once this word is uttered between us, we can't take it back. It will take on a life of its own, and it has the power to tear us apart if we aren't ready... and we are NOT ready.

I stroke my fingers against his lips.Time will either be the key that shows this beautiful thing we have to be true love, or it will prove to be our enemy. But either way, we need time to know for sure.

"Siri…. Look… at me." His voice is husky with emotion. He tightens his grip, pulling me into his strong arms, pressing my body against his. Only the fabric of his suit shields me from his hot aura and prevents my resolve from melting away.

"Aurei," I whisper, and he rubs his thumbs on my back while he nibbles at my fingers.

Sweet Zeus, this is hard! My insides are shaking.

"Aurei, please don't say you love me."

I feel his mouth open to speak, and my fingertips fall inside his lips.

His tongue touches the tips, and his lips close around them.

My whole world becomes that precious spot of caressing from his tongue.

His hand slides down to my butt cheeks and squeezes me, pressing into my flesh against his erection.

It is hard and ready to take me back to Heaven forever.

"Aurei. Don't." I squeak out, and my voice cracks.

He brings both hands to my face. He traces the backside of his finger down my cheek as he whispers against my fingers in his mouth. "Siri."

Afraid that if I wait, my words will be lost forever with his tender touch, I rush them, and they spill out as he takes a stray strand of my hair and curls it around his finger.

Sweet Zeus, give me strength to say this.Straight line, no curves.

I pause, thinking of what to say next in the most concise way so Aurei understands. "The word love is thrown around so carelessly, and it shouldn't be. It's the most precious thing between two people that there is."

He lifts his head, and my fingers leave his mouth, resting on his chin. "Look at me."