Page 61 of Unstoppable Billionaire (The Hardcore Novels: Special Editions #2)

He puts his phone in his pocket. "Your hands are cold."

"I know I'm warming them up. Thanks." I dig my fingers in his ass, and he chuckles.

"Aurei..." I feel his hands on my waist. He lifts, and I flex as he pushes me up over his head.

I stare down into his eyes. My hair, draping us like a curtain.

"We both have complicated secrets." He lowers me down to his lips, and I peck them.

"Don't forget who I am in Vegas. I'm the COO of Fucking Fantasies.

I've given orgasms to literally hundreds of people, and I have done some extreme fantasies too.

I doubt if you will even shock me, and I'm pretty positive nothing you could do would be so bad I would want to give up what I've just found with you.

I'm pretty sure you're stuck with me." He sets me down and hugs me.

His hand touches mine, and it opens to him.

?That golden hand. I slide my fingers between his.

* * *

Aurei

* * *

"Did you peek in here?" I ask, changing the subject.

"Yes." She looks at the door. "You obviously own the whole building. Is the apartment yours?"

"Yes. I started renovating it and intended to finish working on it while I was here, but some blonde bombshell showed up in my life and changed my plans."

She giggles as I walk over to the door. "This is the apartment where my grandmother lived when she was a dancer."

"Crucial!"

"Would you like to see inside real quick?

" I don't wait for an answer. I open the door, and she glides through.

Roaming from room to room, not waiting on me, hitting the lights, she investigates the eight large rooms and the six smaller rooms I've framed, the large living area off the huge kitchen that has its own dining area.

"There is still a lot of work to be done." My voice echoes through the empty rooms. "I need to finish the kitchen layout and the flooring. I haven't decided yet if I'll cover all the original walls or leave them bare where I can."

When she returns, she holds my arm up and tucks herself under it. "Well? What do you think?" I ask.

She leans in. "I love it! It's fantabulous!"

I kiss her hair. "This is going to be ground zero home."

She places her hand on my chest. "This was supposed to be a Sunday confession, wasn't it?"

"Yes. It was going to be." I pinch her chin, tip her face up and kiss a heart around her face as she asks.

"Have you decided to live in Italy then? Full time?"

"Had decided, but not full time. Until you, I intended to live here some, and in Alabama some."

"And now?"

"Now Vegas too."

"Ah! That's music to my ears!"

I squat down and open my arms. "Jump on. We have a driver waiting on us who has a family waiting on him."

She jumps into my arms and wraps herself around me. I carry her through the door and then lock it. "Want to finish the design of it with me?"

"Hell to the fucking yeah! What kind of crazy-ass question is that?"

I laugh out loud and head down the stairs. "Have you ever designed an apartment before?"

"Yes! I designed my condo. I can't wait to show it to you!

You're going to love it!" She plants a wet kiss on my cheek.

"My second love is Architecture and then the Arts.

I couldn't decide what I was going to major in in college.

If Architecture hadn't required a six-year grind, I would have chosen that route.

I'm going to lay in bed every night and dream up wild shit for you. "

I chuckle, "Of course. I wouldn't expect anything less from my Wild Thang." When we are in the foyer, I set her down and gesture to the entrance to the street.

She giggles, knowing I didn't trust her not to run back up the stairs to my studio. When we exit onto the street sidewalk, Angelo is rounding the corner. I wave him over.

When he stops, I open the door for Siri, and she slides in. Immediately, Angelo asks her. "Did you like it?"

"I absofuckinglutely love it!" She tells him as I get in and closes the door, shutting out the sounds of the other honking horns and street noises.

Angelo laughs, "Awesome!"

I put my arm around Siri, and she snuggles up, happy. "Thank you for my sweet surprise. It is very thoughtful of you."

"You're welcome, Wild Thang. It will be my pleasure to watch you work out there."

"What? You can't watch me. I work out alone."

"What do you mean you work out alone? What do you mean I can't watch?" I'm not loud, but my voice is firm. "You will not come down here alone! Just put that out of your pretty little head."

Angelo stops the car in the middle of traffic, and horns honk behind us. He reaches into his pocket, puts on a pair of earbuds, then puts the car in drive and pulls away again—the blasting music leaking from them.

"What's the big deal?"

"The big deal is the issue still unresolved in Alabama."

"Ruth?"

"Yes. Ruth. You are not to go anywhere without me, or Angelo or Antonio. Do you understand?"

"Chill-ax. I do." She kisses my cheek. "I'm used to always having a bodyguard or a protection detail hanging around.

I only meant I always work out alone. Once I have my routines memorized, I don't mind if you watch, but you can't watch while I'm working on them.

I can't focus when I have an audience. I'm an entertainer, and if you are watching, I will feel the need to entertain.

It's a distraction I can't afford. I'm a professional dancer.

It has to be perfect, and dancing is hard work.

" She snuggles against me. Satisfied there isn't an issue.

I put my arm around her again. "So, what is the custom outfit you are having made for me? "

"It's a surprise."