Page 35 of Untouchable Billionaire (The Hardcore Novels: Special Editions #1)

Brutus would be so proud of me for remembering.

Walking into the kitchen, I lay the purse down on the counter and take my phone. I walk to the balcony to watch for TD.

I quickly text Cat.

Tell Brutus I want him on the flight coming to pick me up. I miss the big ole boy.

Now to wait for TD, get some good karma for doing this, and move forward with my pursuit of happiness and the Golden God. I feel the vibration of a text.

He is already on the flight manifest. :)

I smile as I step to the railing and drink in the evening air. The Raptor hasn't moved. I wonder if Moore is having friends over for dinner. He had enough food for several people. Maybe I will pretend to be locked out tonight and knock on his door when I come back.

At exactly 9:15, I see TD's car enter the lot. I close the French doors and lock up.

"Showtime!"

Grabbing my purse, I stuff my phone in it, lock the door behind me and drop in the key. Walking down the hallway to the elevator, I strut with all the sass I feel. All dressed up again.

Boobs bouncing.

Ass beating.

I focus on 9G and try to will Moore to come out.

I want to see you, but I really want you to see me.

At the elevator, I push the down button.

The movement makes me realize the gun is just a little too heavy to carry the clutch in my hand.

The elevator dings and the doors slide open.

Entering, I pull the strap free from the purse, then lift it up and over my head and shoulder as I move to the back corner.

Rolling my shoulder around, I test it. The weight of the gun makes it hang nice. That's good.

I'm about to take a step to push the L button when the doors start to slide closed on their own.

A golden hand slides in, stopping their progress.

My heart skips a couple of beats, then races to my throat, choking off my air. The butterflies circle, making everything tingle.

Instantly, I'm turned on.

His hand holds the door.

I study it while they stop and reverse their path. His skin isn't hard, but it's not soft like TD's. His nails are not manicured but clean and neatly cut. His fingers are strong and nimble.

That's a working man's hand. A real man's hand.

As the doors slide open, I offer up thanks. "Sweet Zeus, Father of the Fucking Gods, you rock."

When the gap is big enough for his frame to squeeze through, the most beautiful man I have ever laid eyes backing in, holding a cooler, probably full of beer, and reaching into his front pants pocket to retrieve his phone.

Tonight, he is dressed in a J Crew shirt, short sleeves, loosely buttoned, with tight, white pants. The shirt is dark purple and his skin tone is warm against it. His hair reflects soft gold tints in the elevator light. Even the hair on his arms reflects gold highlights.

He pauses inside, texting with one hand.

I smirk. He doesn't see me. He is seriously preoccupied with his phone. He thinks he is alone.

He pushes the L button after he shoves his phone into his pocket.

As the doors close, I inhale deeply, trying to be as quiet as a mouse. OMG, his cologne! He smells like heaven itself! I close my eyes as they roll back into my head.

* * *

Aurei

* * *

The elevator starts its descent, and I step back from the panel to set the cooler down. My eyes catch a sight that startles me and then takes my fucking breath away.

Seary is standing in the corner looking like a fantasy come true. Her hair pulled up, exposing her slender neck. Her dress is a work of art. It's like a thin cloud shielding her nakedness.

Instantly, I see her dancing down the runway in nothing but tiny gold chains, and immediately, my cock goes rock hard. The memory brings a smile to my face, and it slowly slides over my features, knowing Seary is trapped in here alone with me.

I turn to face her. Her eyes are closed, and her face tilted upward. She has a look of ecstasy on her face. I have never seen a more beautiful creature in all my life. She is stunningly perfect.

Savoring this moment, I start at the bottom of her gorgeousness and ravage her with my eyes. I want her to feel my possession as they travel up her incredible body.

Letting her learn her first lesson. That I can own her before I even touch her.

Seducing her mind, devouring her beauty, I take my sweet time and enjoy the journey.

Her shapely legs shift, and my heart starts to hammer in my chest, knowing her pussy is tingling from my dominance.

I lick my lips as the playfulness I first felt is replaced by a need to conquer.

At the line of her short hem, a flush of lust sweeps over my body. I can see the triangular shadow created where her thighs and pussy join.

I lick my lips, wondering if she is naked underneath and how sweet she tastes.

I take a step closer, pinning her against the wall, and fight the urge to test her wetness now.

She stops breathing and her abs tighten, giving away her clit is throbbing.

Her chest expands, holding her breath, and her taut nipples elongate against the sheer fabric, teasing me to touch them.

The pounding of her heart is so intense, her tits pulsate, and the thin fabric rebounds with each ripple.

She gulps a deep breath, and I realize she is quivering with excitement.

My cock throbs in my jeans as a low primal growl escapes my throat. My hunger to have her threatens her.

I lift my arms to keep them off her and to trap her against the elevator, so I can study my prey at my leisure.

She closes her eyes again and takes a deep breath. Her expression surprises me. Instead of fear, she melts.

The primal moan escapes my throat again, and her eyes hood, watching me with that 'fuck me now' expression.

I tilt my head and lean in down to smell her essence while letting my eyes caress her neck and then her face.

She studies my ecstasy in her essence, and her face flushes with lust.

I examine her pouty lips, wanting to kiss them so bad it fucking hurts having to hold back.

She licks them, and the sight of her wet tongue, then the wetness glistening on her lips, damn near sends me over the edge.

My eyes bore into hers, and she stares bravely, boldly back.

I step even closer, crowding her space, towering over her. As I lean down, testing the waters, ready to crush her lips with an all-consuming kiss, she inhales my breath, and I swear, she nearly swoons.

My cock begs me to unleash him, but instead, I stick my nose in the nape of her neck, inhaling her sweet scent, then blow a thin line of breath in her ear.

A low throaty moan escapes her, then she turns her face away, biting her bottom lip, and I realize she would flee if she could, but only because she wants to be fucked so bad right now.

"Look at me," I command her.

She lifts her face, then looks me in the eye.

A smile eases across my features, and my heart relaxes. She is mine!

I begin whispering, and she studies my lips, forming my Italian words. "Giorno e notte sogno solo di te.”

Her eyes flash wildness, and the intensity of my lust for her reaches an all-time high, but I capture them and control them, knowing that to tame her, I cannot claim her now. Not with a wild, reckless fuck.

I stare into her eyes. Wild Thang, we want the same thing!

Then the elevator dings, shattering the silence and bounces to a stop.

I literally growl my displeasure at being interrupted, but I release her and roll away to the side.