Page 60 of Untouchable Billionaire (The Hardcore Novels: Special Editions #1)

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Aurei

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I open my apartment door and start to strip, walking straight to the shower. I turn on only the cold water, then step in with my beast leading the way.

The temperature shock reduces the tightness of my erection and the swelling in my balls but does nothing for my need to release the pressure of wanting to fuck the sexy stripper down the hall in 9A. To claim her. To make her mine.

I hang my head and wonder how in the hell I’m going to tell her the truth and not lose her.

The fact that I walked away just then is proof of how much she means to me. If I can make her mine, we will be unstoppable together.

I grab the bar of soap and lather up. Washing away my sins, cleansing myself of my past, knowing there will never be another now. Siri is my everything.

My hand slides down my shaft as the vision of her flashes like a movie behind my eyelids, and I stroke my beast until he explodes. Then I stand there, breathing, better able to reason, but knowing I’m not going to sleep tonight.

I dry off, wrap the towel around my waist, and go into the kitchen.

With nothing to drown my sorrows but the bottle of Merlot I’m saving to share with Siri, I take the milk out and pour myself a tall glass.

But as the thick white liquid splashes in, I see the sexy minx dipping her cookie in it, and my cock gets hard again.

I hang my head. I’m fighting a losing battle.

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Siri

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Walking into my bedroom, I pull my gun out of my purse. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I slide it under my pillow and lay my purse on top. Next, I undo my shoes, slip them off while I unsnap my Black the way he kisses that makes me weak in the knees, and that's only from the neck up!

I search for a flaw but can't find a single one.

The man is perfect! He is a fucking Golden God!

I roll over, grab my laptop off the nightstand, sit cross-legged, and open it. I want to see his Facebook profile on the big screen.

There he is. I stare at his cover picture. He is relaxed and laughing. I click on photos. They are pictures he was tagged in, not ones he uploaded. A flight student tagged him as his instructor pilot at the local base. Impressive.

Here's his sister, Ann. She's younger, beautiful like him. She doesn't have a lot of personal info either. Frustrated, I close my computer and lay back on the bed.

I still can't believe he left me at the door. Maybe I should have been more forward. Maybe I should have left no doubt what I wanted. I have no idea how 'normal' girls get laid, but I obviously didn't communicate my wants to him.

He did give me his digits. I crawl to my purse and grab my phone. If I text him now, he will see it when he wakes up.

Yes … good idea. Contacts. A. U. There he is.

I tap 'message' and stare at it.

What do I say? 'Hey, I can't sleep because your face keeps swimming around my mind? What are you doing today? Want to hook up?'

No!

'Hey, I can't sleep. I was wondering when I might see you again.'

Yeah. That sounds ok.

No, wait, that's not good. He is expecting to be together Sunday anyway.

Shit! I don't know!

I end up just typing,

Hi.

I laugh at the simplicity.

That works. He'll answer when he gets it, and we'll go from there.

I hit send.

Too hyped up to rest, I decide to fix myself a cup of Tension Tamer tea. While I'm in the kitchen waiting for the water to boil, I hear the message tone beep.

I freeze.

Could it be Aurei?

Of course, it's Aurei! Who else would it be this time of night?

I tear off at a run into my bedroom, dive on my bed, and grab my iPhone. There, on the screen, is a new message. I giggle, feeling giddy.

Hi. Why are you still up?

I roll onto my back and hold my phone in the air as I type.

I can't sleep.

I'm still pretty wound up.

I'm fixing myself a cup of

Tension Tamer tea, though.

Why are you still up?

I hit send, roll off the bed, and walk back into the kitchen with my iPhone in hand. Before I arrive, it dings again.

I can't sleep either.

I am still wound up tight as well.

I like tea, but I like taming tail better.

I stare at the phone. Oh, holy hades! There it is. He wants to fuck tonight!

I smile and type feverishly, back in my teasing element.

Are you implying you are

the man for the job?

Yes.

Double holy fuck! That one word rocks me to my core.

The teapot starts to whistle, and I jump. Pulling the water off the stove, my iPhone dings again.

Your teapot is whistling.

Sweet Zeus! Father of Fucking Gods! He's outside my door!

My heart falls to my feet.

My breathing stops completely.

But my pussy does a backflip with a triple twist off the diving board.

I rush to the door and peek out the peephole. What I see literally stops my heart.

The most gorgeous man in the entire world is leaning against the wall looking at his cell phone with only a small white towel wrapped around his waist. His hair is tousled from towel drying.

The wet dark accentuates the gold highlights—the lightest shining bright, reflecting the harsh hallway lights.

His entire body is without tan lines. It is the same golden color as his hand, and it is ripped! Not just muscular and defined, but ripped!

His arms bulge, deltoids, biceps, and triceps; his chest is pumped, perfect pecs; his teres majors form the broad back and body triangle; his abs are tight, clearly defined, eight pack; his v-shape between his hips is molded and exposed.

My mouth waters and my pussy soaks itself.

A body that perfect should never wear clothes!

He looks so damn hot I think I'm going to fucking faint!

I turn my back and lean on the door. "Shit! What do I do?" My whole body is calling to him. My heart is now back in my chest and pounding wildly, trying to knock on the door.

I swallow the puddle of spit pooled before I drool, then type.

Just a minute. Let me grab my robe.

No.

No?

I frown, looking back through the peephole. Damn! His nakedness is unbelievably BEAUTIFUL!

He reads my text then starts to type. I look down with the ding.

Yes.

No.

No robe.

I smile. Clear, concise communication. Direct honesty. Not sugarcoated. He means exactly what he says, and his words take my breath away.

Through the peephole, I see him staring at the door, and his intensity touches that deep something that lives within.

But I'm naked.

I type and send.

He leans his head down to read my text. Then he smiles up at the door.

My pussy soaks itself again.

He types and sends.

That's the way I want you.

I almost drop the phone again. The million butterflies invade my heart and then flutter free...

Everywhere...

Wildly...

That's the way I want you too! But now that the time has arrived, I'm…. I'm nervous. I put the phone to my chest and take a deep breath, then stare at the deadbolt and the door handle.

That little voice of reason speaks. It's now or never.

I lay my hand on the lock and turn it as I peek again at him.

When he hears it moving, he pushes off the wall, and the flexing and rippling muscles make me bite my lip hard.

WOW! Majestic man! Hardcore suits him!

With one smooth motion, he strides across the distance, commanding and yet relaxed.

Pulling the door open slowly, with my face peeking through the crack, I let it shield my nakedness.

"Hi." He says as he sticks his hand in and grasps the door firmly.

My eyes fall to that golden hand!

"Hi," I whisper.

Lord, the effect this guy has on me. I have lost all sophistication! Seary and Surreal are nowhere to be found. Only Siri stands here.

I drop my eyes to the floor and back away as he pushes the door open, not hesitating. He steps over the threshold and closes it behind him.

Standing only three steps away, I am completely exposed to his gaze—the kitchen lights illuminating my nakedness.