Page 62 of Unstoppable Billionaire (The Hardcore Novels: Special Editions #2)

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

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Siri

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The next day, I rise before Aurei. I'm so excited about seeing the sights.

I shower and dress in one of the new outfits he bought for me yesterday.

It's a soft black leather mini-skirt with a mint green, mid-length sleeve, crew neck, sweater crop top, and wedge-heeled, silver-grey suede pumps.

I'm ready to go before he rolls over. I set his phone alarm for 15 minutes, sync mine, then put his by the bed to wake him.

I ease out of the door and head upstairs to the restaurant.

I walk right in and seat myself at our table.

The hostess, Ana, comes over and greets me. "Ciao, Miss Wright.

"Ciao, Ana. How are you this morning?"

"Good." She smiles and surveys the room.

"Is there anyone here that I should be aware of?" I smile and wink at her.

Her smile broadens. "No. All shall be quiet."

"That's good. Grazie, Ana."

She nods and bows slightly, then leaves to greet some new guests arriving. Our waiter comes over and asks. "Will you be ordering your usual, Miss Wright?"

"Yes, please." I smile at him and read his name tag.

He smiles, nods and leaves. He returns with a pot of cappuccino and pours me a cup. "I've put your order in. Shall I wait for Maximus before I serve you?"

"Yes, Federico. Grazie. He will be down shortly." I'm adding the cream and sugar when my iPhone begins to play Tom Jones' classic, "She's a Lady." I laugh as I pull it out of my pocket. Aurei's been playing with my phone. "That rascal!" I turn my alarm off and text him.

I'm sitting at our table. I've ordered your eggs and my sausage. Hurry up and shower. I'm ready to walk until I drop exploring the sights with you!

I hit send, and I hear the swoosh sound as it leaves and flies through the atmosphere to him. Almost instantly, my iPhone dings.

There is a selfie pic of a perfect set of six-pack abs below a perfect set of pecs and above a perfect hard cock pushing up the bedsheet. I can just see the edge of a scruff of beard on a chin and the tip of a tongue in the corner of a perfect mouth.

I was hoping you would eat my sausage this morning.

My pussy lurches and tightens. He is so fine!

I'll be right there.

I hit send and start to stand, scooting my chair back, but it stops, and I plop back down in it. I smell him as he leans down to me and hums in my ear, then says. "Good morning, Beautiful Thang."

I melt right there as I stare up into those gorgeous, emerald green eyes, with the sunlight sitting on his hair and the gold highlights reflecting like glitter.

He is dressed in a dark green J Crew shirt that is unbuttoned to allow his big chest extra breathing room and white jeans.

"Fuck! You look good enough to eat right here, right now. " I exclaim a little too loud.

He smiles lazily, puts his hand gently under my chin, and holds my face still.

"Shhh, Kitten Thang." He whispers as he leans down and plants a sweet kiss on my forehead.

His eyes watch his hand as it traces the edges of my jaw to my ear.

Goosebumps start at that spot and travel with his hand as I feel his electric current running into me.

He gently tugs a strand of hair as he moves his hand down my arm on the table.

He lays his hand over mine, back to back, thumb to thumb.

His fingers fall between mine as he bends over to me and lightly places his heart-shaped lips on mine.

I smell the sweet smell of toothpaste as he pecks my lips.

His kisses melt me. Mmm. His eyes grab and hold mine as he glides backward and gracefully flows into his chair, rolling his hand over mine, keeping us connected as he sits.

He leans onto the table and studies our hands.

I look at them too. His real man hand engulfs mine.

He closes his fingers and cinches them tight.

I pull against him instinctually, but his grip is firm.

He rolls them over, turning our palms up, and his fingers hook mine.

He pulls me to him while he leans back in his chair.

Like a seesaw, my body leans forward, following him.

He pulls until my breasts lay on the table like ripe grapefruits.

His eyes fondle them as they push the threads of the sweater tight.

I study his relaxed face as he enjoys the show.

He is a fine feast! My tits tingle, and when I see his tongue touch the corner of his mouth, the nipples harden, remembering how exquisite he makes them feel when he plays with them.

I watch, hypnotized by his tongue as it moves up and down in the corner, then slides to the other side, wetting his lips.

I hear his deep voice caressing my ears as his heart-shaped lips form his words.

"Come closer." I feel the pain as he bends my fingers back, but I ignore it because his tongue touches that corner again, then vanishes and emerges back out on the other corner.

As his tongue plays with my mind, sliding across his lips, back and forth rapidly three or four times, then slow, stopping to stroke the corners, the image of his Golden Rod pushing up the bed sheet emerges.

Each time his tongue touches the corners, it looms larger until it is the size of a summer sausage, and I shift in my seat.

He tells me again. "Come closer." His tongue vanishes as his smile breaks out on his face, and he pulls my aching fingers to him.

As I move forward, I watch his smile change to puckered lips as he brings my hand up to my line of sight.

I watch as he closes the distance to it, and I know that tongue is going to touch my palm.

My clit pings, then joins my tingling tits wanting badly for his tongue to touch it too.

His movement is slow and deliberate, and the harsh angle of my hand makes me feel strangely vulnerable with my palm exposed so openly to his lips.

He pauses before impact, and I watch as they form a small perfect O.

The O reminds me of the facial "O's" I see on the faces of my Fucking Fantasy clients as Lei performs her part of our partnership to perfection.

When he blows a thin stream of warm air through the O onto the center of my palm, I realize I could have one.

Wow! He hovers, lingering over my palm.

I can feel his aura touching that spot. That is so sensual!

My eyes devour his face as he leans over to kiss it, making my breath hang suspended in my throat.

When his moist lips touch the center of my palm, the firm yet soft sensation is surprisingly bold and loud on my skin.

My eyes roll with the heavenly feeling. Then when he lightly licks it with only the very tip of his tongue, I moan.

Boom! My eyes fly to his. Clap! His thunder slaps me.

The unspoken words hang between us. The explosiveness of his kiss shoots into my palm and then moves with the speed of blood flow throughout my whole body, making me feel as alive as I have ever felt before.

The power of that kiss with the combination of the emotion melds my entire being into a pool of pure passion.

I stare down at the point of impact, mesmerized by the physical and emotional intensity of it, of him!

He pulls away with a 'sexy as hell' half-smile on his Golden God gorgeous face. Mmm! He is a beast!

As he gently lays my hand back down on the table, my palm vibrates from his wet lips.

They have left a lasting imprint! That spot feels hot, like it's been branded.

My eyes move from that point of pleasure to his beautiful golden fingers, then down his beautiful golden hand and up his dark golden forearms as they bulge naked from under turned-back sleeves.

I tip my head and study him. Hmm. He looks for all the world to see like a man sitting at breakfast, but his alpha male magnetism is turned on high!

Not only can I feel him drawing me closer, but I can also see his golden aura shining. He is a beastly feast!

"You do too." He tells me.

I frown slightly, confused.

"You look good enough to eat right here, right now too.

" He smiles that perfect smile. Then his tongue touches the corner of his mouth.

What a tease! My eyes twinkle at him, then he mouths so soft I see it, but I don't hear it.

"Shh." Then he looks down at his phone, reads my message, and says.

"It's a little late for breakfast in bed. "

Damn it too. I'm so hot and horny now. I stare at him with glazed eyes, a soaked pussy, and a smirk.

As his fingers play with mine on the table, the sensual sensations are shooting straight to both hearts and beyond as my entire being pulsates with his light touch.

I shift in my seat, and he smirks. You know what you do to me.

His expression wreaks of confidence. I hear Brad tell me at the Cock and Tail Party.

"Confidence is sexy, Seary." Yes, it is.

I hear Brad again. "Cockiness is sexy too!

" Yes, it is. Super sexy, but there is more to that look.

"Would my Good Girl Goddess pour her Fucking Golden God a cup of cappuccino, please?"