Page 64 of Unstoppable Billionaire (The Hardcore Novels: Special Editions #2)

I nod, smirking, and set the napkin on my plate.

The busboy instantly appears and reaches for it.

I smile up at him. He is a teenager with acne eruptions, slightly overweight, and still clumsy.

His dark eyebrows and deep brown, soft eyes are handsome.

His eyes are twinkling, and I feel his Italian seduction as he lifts my plate.

I drop my eyes and read his name tag, then lift them back to see him.

Looking him in the eye, I say. "Grazie, Pietro. "

He smiles back, sincerely flattered at my gesture, and says what's on his teenage mind. "Si, Bella."

I see Aurei's eyebrows rise out of the corner of my eye. He wipes his mouth and sets his napkin on his plate, and Pietro turns to collect it too. He smiles back at me before he walks away.

Aurei slides his hand back across the table to take mine.

I take a deep breath, prepare, and place it in his.

He rubs the top with his thumb, and I exhale.

I got this. Hold your tongue. But then he brings it to his lips, forcing my tits to the table, and he repeats the same seduction as before, only this time after his kiss, he says with his lips touching.

"You are mine. Never forget that." His breath, his scruff, his lips, his sweet words, all set off the explosion again.

I slam my eyes closed and fight the stars shooting from that spot out to my pleasure zones.

My whole being is instantly turned on by his seduction skills and his alpha-maleness.

My tits and clit harden as my pussy pulsates.

I blow air out. "Shhhhh." Then inhale and hold for a count of three.

One. Two. Three. Then I exhale again. "Shhhhh.

" When I open my eyes, I see Aurei's amusement that I'm trying not to cum at the breakfast table.

He laughs, teasing me. "What's the matter, Sexy Thang? Just let it go."

OMFGG! I smirk, then drop my eyes to my lap.

"Shhhhh." I exhale. I got this! I can't be cumming every time he teases me.

Get a grip on your addiction, Girl! I inhale.

WTH? He is my addiction. I'd like to get a grip on my addiction.

A grip on my a-dick-tion in his pants! I exhale again. "Shhhhh."

"What did you tell me in the apartment? Oh yeah.... Stop breathing." His voice is still laughing at me. He rolls my hand over and pulls my palm to his lips.

Fuck! I'm doomed!

Before his breath arrives, before his whiskers tickle, before his lips light up my world, my tits are tingling in my bra and demanding to be set free, so he can pinch and suck them.

My clit receives their message and tingles, also wanting his attention.

My pussy feels my clit tingling and thumps to let me know she is ready for some pounding too.

As I feel him hone in on my palm, my whole body begins to tremble, and climax is imminent.

I feel his breath arrive as he says, playful and teasing.

"Stop breathing to control yourself, Siri Wright.

" He holds my hand firmly in his and kisses it more demanding, then asks.

"My Wild Thang, why are you holding back? "

I lift my eyes, not sure how long I can keep it together, but I'm giving it a valiant effort. He waits until my eyes are on his mouth, then his teeth emerge. I watch as he pulls his lips back to expose his straight white teeth then he nips me.

The pinch sends me to the edge, and I lean forward onto the table as I almost convulse. Everything is tingling and thumping now. I hang my head, fighting ... fighting ....

"Don't you get it, Siri Wright? I can get plain ole pussy from any woman, and I have.

Lots of times with lots of 'em. But you're the only woman I've ever met who is truly wild.

You are independent, passionate, uninhibited, unrestrained by the bondage that binds most people.

You're a true free spirit! I want your wildness.

I hunger for your wildness. I need your wildness.

Every time! All the time. It's your fucking wildness that completes me! It sets me free."

SWEET ZEUS! The wildness growls, ready to pounce.

He forces the issue. "Tell me, Wild Thang. Why are you shaking?"

FUCK! I shake my head back and forth—my hair dances around my face.

"Cum for me. I give you permission." He commands, then blows, tickles, and kisses my open palm.

The kiss bomb explodes throughout my body and the trembling twirls.

His eyes lock on mine. He brings my middle finger to his mouth and slides it in slowly.

The wet warmth of his mouth reminds me of my pussy, and she is needy!

He slides his middle finger in next, and I feel its hardness.

His hard Golden Rod springs to my mind's eye.

My entire being is beginning to quake now as my pussy thumps again, wanting, hungering for him!

He runs his tongue between our fingers, licking them and massaging them.

My tits swell, and my nipples harden, demanding that his tongue caress them this way.

With each upward stroke of his tongue on my finger, my nipples push out, and when he rolls it around the tops then back down, they shoot tingling tickles to my clit, which joins my pussy now thumping to his rhythm.

He licks me like he fucks me, and when he sucks my finger hard, I squeeze my legs together, tighten my abs, and arch my back as I cinch my clit.

He pulls my finger out to the edge of his teeth.

I hear his hoarse whisper as he nips the end.

"You are my Siri, and we are Wright." The sensual way he says my name sends me over the edge, and I give him what he wants as my toes tap the floor with the rhythm of our fucking providing just enough thumping to let it go.

I close my eyes, silently giving it up. I cum. Mmm. Mmm. Mmm.

His hand squeezes mine. "There. That's better." He says as he sets my hand down on the table and plays with it while I regain my composure.

When I open my eyes, I see the crinkle at his.

"Fuck you, Aurei!" I whisper.

"That's not very nice, Angel Thang." There is hurt laughter in his voice. "Why would you say that?"

I look out the window.

"Baby Thang, didn't you want to cum? Didn't you need to cum?" I can feel his eyes on my face studying me.

"We both know I did."

"Then why did you just cuss me?"

"Never mind." I shake my head and pull my hand away.

"Don't, Siri. Don't shut me out. Tell me." His hand catches my wrist.

Caught, I decide to confess. "That's not the reason why I was shaking."

"Then why?" His grip tightens. His tone is hard. He demands. "Tell me."

"Fucking fine," I say and take a deep breath, then exhale slowly. I feel his eyes honed in on me. When I look at him, I give him a direct look, piercing him. The unspoken words fly from me like an arrow and shoot him between the eyes. BOOM! Bullseye.

He blinks, surprised, then leans back and stares at me and says. "Oh...."

"You weren't expecting that were you?"

"Why does that make you shake?" He sounds even more confused than before.

"Because I feel it but can't say it!"

"Can't or won't?" His eyes search my face.

"Both!" I look at him to explain further, but I can't. "I don't know why. I just can't, and therefore I won't. Satisfied?"

"Actually ... Yes." He smiles at me. "Yes.

I get it." His hold on my wrist relaxes.

He leans forward on the table, and his fingers touch my face.

The tips run down my jaw, then pinch my chin.

He stares into my eyes. "I am very satisfied with that answer.

I'm very satisfied with you. I think you are perfect.

" He stands up and pulls me to my feet. I bury my face in his chest, and he kisses the top of my head.

"Let's go have some fun and explore all the delights Rome has to offer.

" He runs his hand down my arm, then cinches our fingers tight.

As we walk by Ana, she smiles. "Ciao. Tomorrow I see you."

"Ciao. See you tomorrow, Ana. You have a lovely day." I tell her.