Naughty Nikki: A Billionaire Romance

I immediately reach for the glass of champagne that’s been poured for me in my “dressing room.”I’ve been scrubbed and buffed and polished to within an inch of my life, and under the silk robe I’m wearing, my breasts are ridiculously plumped up and spilling over the scalloped edges of my white-lace and sparkly-silver demi bra, with a dainty, deceptively innocent baby blue satin ribbon poised in the valley of the rounded inner swells. A matching thong, white thigh-high stockings and stunning, skyscraping white pumps, bejeweled with Swarovski crystals and mini ostrich feathers, complete the ensemble.I have no idea how many billionaires (or close-to-being billionaires) I’ll be prancing in front of, but given this is the eighth annual auction, I venture to guess it’s a successful enough event to garner global interest.Unfortunately for me, I’ve no real way to prepare myself for the evening ahead. I don’t have a clue as to what sort of kink sheiks, prodigal sons, heirs to empires or angs

How I arrived at the “auction house” earlier is precisely how I leave. Micah has blindfolded me and escorted me to what must be a service elevator, capable of descending directly to the underground parking garage without making a single stop along the way.He helps me into the back of a spacious vehicle, and we’re whisked away. I have no idea in what part of Manhattan we’re in, what building we’ve just left—or where we’re headed.There is a natural hesitancy running through my veins. All this secrecy and cloak-and-dagger mysteriousness tweaks my nerves. I grasp it’s necessary, though. I’m not supposed to be able to retell this story to anyone else, with any amount of detail. Not that I could do that, anyway, without having my ass sued off. I signed a non-disclosure agreement. What happens with the Kinky Kringles Christmas Auction stays within the institution of the Kinky Kringles Christmas Auction.Perhaps that’s the other reason I’m on pins and needles. Kinky Kringles… What the hell

His gaze holds mine again, unfalteringly. Only this time, his eyes do something I’ve never witnessed before. They smolder.So sensuously, so scorchingly, so…beseechingly.My breath catches in my throat.The tingle along my clit is now an incessant cry for him to touch me, to taste me, to take me places I’ve never gone before.Oh, Jesus, I want nothing more than to close the small gap between us and feel my curves meld to his defined sinew. Tilt my head and let his mouth crash over mine.I’d used the moniker for this evening as a play on the name of the auction. If “kinky” was what drew attention, then I’d follow that lead. Currently, however…I don’t need to present the illusion of an erotically naughty side of me. There’s no illusion at all—a wickedly wild part of me is emerging with every breath I take.I absently deposit my flute on top of the chessboard—somewhat symbolical, I’d say, though I hadn’t planned that. It was just a convenient resting spot. I tug the sash at my waist so

Lisa maneuvers herself so she’s between my legs. Alex positions himself behind Amber, still kneeling on the bed and toying playfully with my nipple, the tip of her tongue flitting faintly, then fluttering more diligently, so both peaks remain taut and tingly.Alex places his hands on Amber’s ass. Lisa mutters, “Spread her wide.” Then his mouth is on Amber.“Yes…” she whispers. “Oh, God, yes… Eat my pussy. Make me come.”Lisa spreads my lower lips as well. “So pretty and pink. So swollen.” A soft moan escapes her.She holds me open with a forefinger and thumb. Her other index finger gingerly glides along my glistening flesh. She penetrates my opening with that single digit. Then adds a second. She strokes slowly. My teeth sink into my bottom lip, barely stemming a needy whimper.This distracts Amber. She steadies herself on one forearm pressed to the mattress and her other hand skates along the groove of my midsection, down to my apex. The pads of her fingers rub my clit in a circular

I tamp down a groan.Can’t he just take the high road and pretend that all I want is hot sex with a stranger?Okay, in this case, it was hot sex with three strangers. Still. Why can’t he kill me with embarrassment, rather than torment me with a dangerous reality I can only escape if he follows through on his end, if I satisfy him enough so that he enters that very final Transaction Completed status on the app?Because he’s fucking Jameson Richards.And I am his assistant.He’s going to dig until he’s mollified.Yet another thing I know about this man.Since there’s really no evading him—not only because I’m in a tub, but also given he’s not one to permit avoidance—I don’t bother trying. I give it to him straight, despite being in such a vulnerable spot and hating like hell that I have to admit to the beartrap I stepped in. The one I set, if you think about it…What I do have control over, at this juncture, is that I don’t have to make eye contact with him as I divulge my dark, dirty s