Page 58 of Unstoppable Billionaire (The Hardcore Novels: Special Editions #2)

I continue up the last flight of stairs and find a golden-hued stained glass door with a picture of a monstrous bear!

Fucking awesome! Standing tall and proud, it towers above the landing and stares out at something unseen in the distance.

It's magnificent but intimidating! Not sure if I want to, but unable to help myself, I lay my hand on the handle and test it, but it is locked.

The echo of the door downstairs opening and closing drifts up to me.

Then I hear Aurei's footsteps on the stairs.

He is taking two stairs at a time. I trot down to meet him in front of the wrapped door.

When he comes around the last landing, he is grinning. "Did you peek?"

"No." I smile back at him. "I wanted to wait for you."

"Good girl." When he steps up the last step, he takes my hand, cinches it, and puts it behind him, drawing me up against him.

His breath blows hard against my cheek, and his lips only graze mine.

His eyes dance excitedly, sparkling as they crinkle in the corners.

He is so fucking cute! "I can't wait for you to see this.

" He positions me to face the door and stands behind me.

I can feel him, but he isn't touching me.

Looking at the locked door, I wonder what stained glass design will be on this door. "You're very pleased with your choice," I smirk, looking over my shoulder at him. "It's all over your face."

He laughs. "Yes, I am." I reach my hand out to the paper.

"Don't unwrap the door yet. I want to show you what is behind the door first." He puts his arms around me and snugs his body up on mine.

"The key code to unlock the door is special.

It's taken from what you said to me when I took your precious virginity. Do you remember what you said?"

My eyes drop to the locked door handle. "Not really. I was so horny." I laugh. "I had been so horny for so long too. Waiting for you, Sugar Bare." I kiss his cheek. "What did I say?"

He laughs softly, then lays his lips on my neck.

He pulls the skin off in his slow, seductive nibble.

Goosebumps pop out all over my body. I lean my head over to give him full access, and he starts slow, nibbling, sucking, pulling, small mouthfuls.

"Mmm." He moves my hair out of the way with his face and becomes more aggressive with his neck love.

Still nibbling, sucking, and pulling, but larger mouthfuls.

The feeling is like being eaten and devoured while being cherished and desired.

"MMHMM!" My hands try to find his cock, but he has them pinned.

My legs grow weak, and I lean my weight on his body.

Mouthfuls of my skin in his mouth, driving me wild, making me hot, I moan loud, then he stops and breathes on the wet kisses he has left.

Small goosebumps from the cold temperature break out and run down my skin.

"You said to me. 'Ah, don't stop, baby.'" His voice inflects the exact way I said it. "Sexy, wasn't it?"

"Mmhmm. Is that the key code?" I ask, confused. "Ah, don't stop, baby?"

"No." He chuckles.

"Sexy?" I lift my head and look out of the corner of my eye at him.

His eyes are crinkled and dancing at me. "No, Sexy Thang."

"Sexy Thang?"

"No." He laughs, then his face drops onto my neck again, and his deep voice vibrates into my throat. "I want you to know. I will never stop ... wanting you, needing you, desiring you. Only you." I spin around in his embrace. He lays his sweet lips on mine. "The key code is 'unstoppable.'"

My heart almost stops with his romantic words.

His lips seal themselves over mine, and his tongue floats into my mouth.

I lick it, tasting it as if for the first time, then I close down on it and suck him in.

I massage his tongue as his hands slip around my neck, holding my head still, captive.

When he lets me go, we are both breathless.

Our foreheads touch, and we breathe each other's air.

"I wouldn't have guessed that word."

"No, but it's fitting. What word would you have guessed?"

"Truly."

"Ah. Now that's a great word too. Are you ready to see your surprise?"

"Absofuckinglutely!"

He spins me around to face the door. "Open it." I enter 'unstoppable,' and the latch clicks open. His golden hand moves to the door handle as he says. "Close your eyes. Take five steps inside, then open them." I close my eyes, then hear the door opening.

The smell of fresh flowers fills my nostrils. "Mmm. Flowers!" I look at him.

"No peeking! Close your eyes, Naughty Thang." I giggle and close them. "Now, five steps and open them. Go on."

I take the five steps, then open my eyes. I'm gobsmacked! My hands fall first to my sides, then to my heart, then to my face as I squeal. I whirl around and pounce, wrapping both my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist.

He laughs as he catches me. "I guess this means you like it?"

Overwhelmed by what I saw, my face is hugged up tight to his neck. "Mmhmm!" Is all I can say with my face buried.

"I'm glad you do, Wild Thang. I thought you might." He holds me tight allowing me to nuzzle him until I catch my breath. After a few moments of intense emotions running through me, I lean back and stare into the happiest green eyes on the sweetest man in the world.

"Oh, My Fucking Golden God!" I shower him with kisses upon kisses upon kisses, covering every inch of his face, on his lips, his straight nose, his soft cheeks, his scruffy jaw.

He holds me tight, letting me indulge myself.

One last, loud smack on his perfect lips, and I drop to my feet, then spring around to view the room.

I stand still, shocked by the enormous perfection.

The room is a dance floor as big as a stage.

Looking to the left, I see a single chair sitting next to a long thin table filled with the fresh flowers I smell.

There are bottles of water and a small Bose sound system sitting on top of it.

These are the only two pieces of furniture in the whole, expansive room.

At each end are high, short windows with white sheers covering them, allowing soft, natural light to fill the room.

Every wall is covered with mirrors, so the perfect lighting is amplified.

Down the length of each of the side walls sits a ballet barre placed waist-high.

But the best part is what sits under the rear windows.

I smile at it. Sitting alone in the middle of that area is a simple stripper pole.

"Aurei! A pole! It's perfect!" I tell him as I unbutton my new peacoat and drop it at his feet.

When I look up into his eyes, I'm overwhelmed with gratitude, and I throw myself on him again.

"You're perfect!" I smack him loud once more on the lips, then sink to sit on the floor and pull my boots off.

"What are you doing?" He laughs.

"What does it look like?" I giggle as I stand up.

"Stripping." I toss my top at him, and it lands on his head.

I hear him laughing as I run to the table.

I dig my iPhone out of my pocket and plug it in, then unzip my pants while my playlist loads.

"You are in for a real treat, Maximus Aurelius Moore.

Get ready." The first notes to Flashdance float out, and the Bose fills the empty room with luscious sound.

I lean my head back and spread my arms wide.

"I love this song! I already knew I was a dancer, but after seeing this movie with my Grandmother, I knew I had to learn ballet.

" I push my pants off and step out of them, then trot out onto the dance floor in my navy bra and matching panties.

The song starts over, and I hear Aurei say, "Ballet. I knew it."

As I kneel on my knees, touch my forehead to the floor, and spread my arms out to each side, I wait.

When the music starts, I dance. Lifting my arms, I spread my wings like a swan and dip them.

Then I lift my head and my arms to the ceiling.

I slide my right foot out into a split, pull my left leg to me and spin around.

Sitting, facing the opposite direction, I hug my knees and follow the dance.

I dance it with all the passion of someone who loves the art of dance.

Someone who is passionate about dance. Someone who can't live without dancing.

When the choreography ends, I sprint to the pole and launch myself on it as the song ends.

Swinging around, I push my feet into the air and then free-style, celebrating the freedom of pole dancing and expressing the beauty of the body.

When the music stops, I stop where I am.

Hanging upside down, I look out over the room to see Aurei is leaning on the wall, watching, captivated.

The next song on the playlist starts. It's the Violin Cover by Robert Mendoza of David Gutters' "Dangerous." I slide down in a free fall. At the bottom, I cinch the pole tight, stopping the momentum of my death drop only inches above the floor. My hair splays out in all directions.

"Da-yum!" Aurei exclaims with an Alabama accent.

Placing my hands on the floor, I glance at him. He has pushed off the wall, watching, totally captivated. I balance my body, spread my legs, then rock them side to side, calling him to me with the hypnotic motion.

I hear his shoes tap the floor as he moves to me and another country boy, "Da-yum!"

When I wrap my legs back around the pole, I unclasp my bra, letting my tits spring forth, and stand up.

Facing him, I twirl it, then fling it away.

Aurei stops to watch it sail through the air and land.

When he looks back, I sway dramatically as I work my panties down, bending over, letting my tits dance together as I step out of them, and twirl them around my finger too before I send them in the opposite direction from my bra.

He grins.

"Your turn. Strip for me." I command him while I thump my body to the music.

He grins and slowly removes his coat, dangles it, then drops it on the floor.

I decide to challenge his teasing. I stop, fold my arms under my tits, and stare.

He undoes his pants, pushes them off, and removes boxer briefs, socks and shoes all at once. I give him a gentle round of applause. "Sexy," I tease and stare at his cock, pushing his shirt out like a tent.

Slightly embarrassed, his grin gets bigger as he unbuttons his shirt. When his cock peeks through, I lick my lips and tell him, "Da-yum!"

His grins splits his face, and he looks down as he finishes, pulls his arms out, and drops it on his pile.

I stalk around him. "You strip as sexy as anyone, Sugar Bare."

His answer. "I'm going to fuck your perfect, beautiful brains out."

I smirk, then begin to dance. His eyes follow me as I exaggerate the movement, asking, Who is the hunter? Who is the prey? Tighter and tighter, I close the distance, and when the song ends, I am standing in front of him.

In the silence, we face-off, and eerie electricity fills the room.

The quiet before the storm.

Knowing the next song will make his thunder rise, and if I abandon myself to my dance, I can push him past his ability to contain it. I squeeze my tits together, massaging them, teasing him, taunting him, inviting him.

He reaches for me, but I avoid his grasp, flashing my wild eyes, daring him to attack me. A sexy sidewise grin slides on, not understanding my dark challenge yet.

Then "The Dark Side" by Trevor Moran begins, and I begin a devilish nympho dance of pure wildness to the dark, excited music as I set myself free. My face contorts with the joy of it.

His body tenses. He freezes in place. His breathing stops. His control instantly tested. Understanding now, I want to force his beast to break free.

"Tame me!" I spit the challenge over and over again at him. "Tame me!"

"Tame me!"

Stabbed by my gauntlet, I watch the beast awaken with a flood of white-hot heat, and lightning dances freely in his eyes as he stalks me with them.

Elusive, I thrust, twirl, thump, hunch, bump, twerk, grind and fuck the air. While my hair floats and flips, dancing a wild frenzy feast of erotica for him. Tits and ass jiggling. Fast and furious, then slow and methodical, calling for a bolt to strike me.

Expecting to see his composure crumbling, I'm surprised to see he stands tall, proud and strong. The image of the golden bear on the door upstairs flashes across my mind.

Mmm, Beautiful Bear, Welcome to the feast.

I fall hard to the floor in an open split.

My wet pussy SMACKS loud. The sound echoes, and the imp smiles at him as I lean forward.

Letting my butt cheeks float and roll with the same sensual motion my tits do when they bounce free, I twerk.

Moaning loud as my clit hardens, beckoning for release, I fuck the floor with uncontrollable passion.

Then I explode, cumming on it. I hear him growl and lift my eyes to see he has broken rank and taken several uncontrollable steps towards me.

I lift my body into a handstand, exposing the wet spot on the floor—evidence of my orgasm.

I hover for only a moment, then lower my face to it and lick.

"Damn it, woman!" His growling plea greets my ears. I roll up and stand gracefully, only a few feet away. His hands clench and unclench. He breathes deep. His massive chest is rising and expanding for control. His glorious muscular body, taut and tight, shakes on the verge of rage.

I begin to dance again. Faster and faster, I build a frenzy until he begins to follow me.

The song ends.

When the silence falls, the dancer stops, and the bear pauses.