I’m still pondering the million-dollar question as I step off the subway, ascend the stairs with a rush of morning commuters and make my way toward Lexington Avenue. The air is brisk, a crisp snap of winter accented by light flurries. My hair is in its tight bun, with a few curled strands loose at my temples to frame my face. I’m able to pull the big hood of my full-length black coat over my head, in lieu of using a cumbersome umbrella.The strap of my laptop bag is slung over one shoulder, even though I didn’t get a jumpstart on the communications I was planning to draft this weekend, to get ahead of my To-Do list. From the moment I’d left the office on Friday until right this very second, there was absolutely no way in hell I could even begin to form mock conceptualizations in my head. My thoughts had been solely on the auction. Then Jameson. Also… My sister.I’m still incapable of latching onto business as I permit all sorts of sexy fantasies of Jameson to ran rampant through my mi
“What all did he say to you?” Jameson quietly asks.“Basically, that he picked the wrong sister as another partner in crime. And he thinks Ria’s my younger sister—it’s the opposite. Not that that matters.”“He wants more money from you.”I’m aghast. Not over the obvious conclusion Jameson has drawn, but over the asshole actually considering I’d take out a second loan or otherwise utilize what resources I’d relied on this time around—and hand over additional cash to him. Surely, that’s what his confrontation was all about.“Did he say anything else?” Jameson prompts in his low, rich timbre. The sound is so sinfully delicious, it oozes down my spine like molten honey, inciting a sensual shiver and causing my breath to catch.It would be wise of me to inch away from him. Not stand so close that I can smell his cologne and feel the heat radiating from his skin. His head is bent to mine, keeping our conversation between us, though the elevator operator/security guard is ultra-discreet and
This thought brings on a hint of confidence I’ve lacked in this area—the financial aspect of my life.It does not, however, coax me into putting all my eggs in one basket.I.e., Jameson Richards’ basket.When the elevator smoothly halts and the doors open with a wisp of a woosh, I precede him out, a couple of steps ahead so that his hand on my back falls away. We’re deposited into one of the corridors of the executive wing, located behind glass doors and up a floor from the remainder of the corporate divisions of his main headquarters, as well as other companies operating under the Richards Corp. flag.We’re here before the hustle and bustle begins. There’s no one to witness me having been invited into his private elevator. Yet we instinctively, instantly go our separate ways. His corner office is closest and mine is across the hallway and farther down.As I continue my own path, I lament that we didn’t resolve our convo. Nor did he outright acknowledge and accept my gratitude for pre
I gape.I mean… Of course, I do.Jameson is neither surprised, nor fazed by my instant and unchecked reaction to his “news.” He continues as though he hasn’t just torn through my life in cyclonic force and caught my house in its spiraling center. So that I’m literally dizzy and must ease into a chair in front of his mammoth, glass-topped desk, so I don’t fall over as my knees threaten to buckle.“We leave this afternoon. If you have pets to arrange care for or delivers that need to be accepted, Mari will handle personal details for you. She’ll have someone water your plants and clean your apartment. Take out your trash, if you don’t have time. Whatever.”I have no words.So ironic, considering I was wholly fixated on the ones Mari had said not more than five minutes ago, when she’d come to collect me.Mr. Richards wants you in his office, Nikki.It’s difficult enough to not fantasize about a different subtext for that summons.But now I have to wrap my mind around this unexpected twis
It really occurs to me—a bit too long after the fact—that I’m going to be on a private jet with Jameson for lengthy periods of time, in prep meetings with him for lengthy periods of time and quasi on his arm… For lengthy periods of time. As in, the full-on reality full-on sets in!While I’m in the limo on the way to the hanger, I don’t peruse the lingerie catalog. Rather, I whip out my iPad and consult the newly updated agenda to specifically note what all of these obligations are to be, how much travel will be done with us alone and whether we actually are booked at the same hotels.I don’t make it through the entire itinerary before I snap the lid closed on the tablet, let my head fall back on the top of the seat, close my eyes and… Groan.Jesus, son of a bitch. I won’t just be “quasi” on his arm. We’re basically going to be joined at the hip. For three fucking weeks.And, somehow, I’m supposed to not drool over him in public, accidentally bat my eyelashes in shameless flirtation, a
Of course, he’s right.And he damn well knows it.What’s worse is that he seems to have arrived at a conclusion contradictory to the one we’d agreed upon at his house.This trip isn’t only about business. It’s additionally not just about spiriting me out of the city while these “we” people handle the issue of me having inadvertently picked up a stalker.This is about him changing his mind and literally cornering me.Because he knows he can sway me to his side.There’s no ill intent here, nor is this forced proximity any sort of nefarious coercion.It’s an opportunity.I will have the leeway to say yes or no. That’s the way this man operates.He’s pressing my hand, no doubt. But in the end, I’ll still be given the choice to proceed or retreat.This is simply a trifecta of a solution to all the complications that are currently colliding in our world.Our. World.Yep. At this point, Jameson and I are in all of this together.I sip my water as the safety protocols are explained to me by I
Kristen takes her leave, disappearing into the galley, which apparently has accommodations for her to put her feet up until called upon again.I’m a little too amped to sit and chill, so I cross to the credenza to check out the offerings.Jameson steps behind me, his warm breath on my neck, his hand on my hip.His head dips and he tells me, “You’re doing quite nicely, Miss St. Claire.”“The hell I am,” I quietly retort. “My mind is shattered and I can’t think straight. There is an outrageous buzzing through my body and I’m craving something elusive that isn’t even offered on this tray of decadence.”“I’m to read between the lines here, correct?”I snicker.His lips brush my skin as he murmurs, “I can cure all your cravings.”This is no empty boast. As his hand on my hip skates down to the hem of my skirt, his other hand skims across my rib cage. He slips a few buttons on my blouse through their holes and eases his hand into the gap created and then behind the cup of my bra. He palms m
A sixth sense is telling me that a man who can electrify me with his words alone is not one to trifle with. But it’s not only his words that excite me and cause my blood to sizzle. His touch is skilled and laced with the promise of sexier things to come.And I suspect this time, there’s no holding back.Sure enough, he unravels from me and yanks off his tie, which he promptly whips around to the front of me. He folds it lengthwise and brings it up to my mouth. The standard reaction here is for me to gape in shock. That’s what I do—and it’s precisely what he’s expecting.Holy shit, he’s actually going to gag me!Well, not “going to.” He does.He eases the material into my mouth and secures it at the back of my head. He turns me to face him, checks his handiwork to make sure it’s not too tight, yet worthy of muffling more of my imminent screams.I’m a little incensed… And a lot turned on.Him taking charge in this manner shouldn’t arouse me to such an unbearable degree, but that is unde
~ Nikki ~I’d question anybody else’s ability to divert our attention when I’ve dropped a colossal bombshell, such as agreeing to carry someone’s baby, but this is Jameson Richards I’m dealing with.I’m well aware he’s going to take a deep dive into this surrogacy concept I’ve just agreed to, yet he isn’t derailing our private moments in lieu of immediately jumping into his personal agenda. I know he’s more than capable of abandoning an intimate rendezvous to pursue a business transaction; however, as he engages me in the type of tongueless kisses that are meant to languidly reignite our passion without jarring us from the seriousness of what I’ve just shared with him and which eases us back into that seductive lane, I’m convinced he’s not inclined to desert a coveted interlude with me.“You’re smiling,” he muses as his mouth glides over mine.“Just thinking our roller coaster is of the corkscrew variety. Plenty of twists and turns.”“And a few cliffhangers.”“Everyday with you is une
~ Jameson ~I’m taken aback.This shouldn’t be the moment we hit upon a life-altering decision regarding this specific subject. It’s always percolating in the back in my brain, clearly. Constantly. However, I’m not expecting it to be on hers. At least… not right now.Hell, even I’m a little fuzzy in the head as my cock is throbbing and I’m gazing at her, naked and snuggled close. She’s just come with a ferocity that rocks me to the core, and now she’s staring at me with absolute amazement in her eyes over the orgasm—and her current epiphany. As a result, I’m also completely mind blown.I crook a brow, prompting her to continue.After all, one does not simply announce they’ll have your baby and then move onto another topic, like you’re merely discussing the weather. Even if it’s to pivot so that we’re back on track with the sexy times. Much as my body is strained to the point of snapping, what’s more important is what she’s deliberating over.Given that she doesn’t appear to have the w
~ Jameson ~I free her from her restraints. Rub her wrists. Then I remove her blindfold.She bats her lashes at me. She smiles, beguilingly, looking quite satisfied and dreamy. Her eyelids are only at half-mast, the partial irises shimmering.Her chest is rising and falling a bit quicker than normal, but not erratically. Her skin has a light rosy tint to it and the hint of goosebumps.I see a shiver run through her and she sighs contentedly.“That was…” Her lids flutter closed. She laughs softly. Then they open and she says just one word: “Fantastic.”I chuckle. “I do aim to please.”“Oh, God…” Now, her eyes all but roll into the back of her head. “Do you ever.”I like how she doesn’t temper her responses when she’s this entranced, this euphoric.I peel back the covers on my side and maneuver her under them. Then I crawl in next to her and she immediately snuggles close to me, her body curling into mine. Her flesh is warm and her curves are enticing.She twines her arms around my neck
~ Nikki ~I successfully manage to not destroy this gorgeous piece of furniture, but that doesn’t mean I won’t spontaneously combust, burst into flames and otherwise incinerate this luxurious bedding.Breathing is simply not an option at present. The fiery sensations consuming me are all I can focus on. They blaze through my veins, leaving a sizzling trail in their wake. My inner muscles clutch Jameson’s fingers, not relinquishing their hold on him as I draw out every single ounce of pleasure he’s just given me.I’d never discount his ability to get me off with ease—he’s that skilled and I’m that hot for him. But tonight, in addition to the blindfold adding an element of mystique… His technique is also magical. Extremely commanding.Plus, he’s paying tribute to all the tiny spots that feel like electrical zings when he touches them, licks them, suckles them. I’d had no idea I had so many sensitive areas on my body until Jameson discovered them. And chances are damn good, he’s nowhere
~ Nikki ~I can read into his intentions.Perhaps, more importantly, I can buy into his intentions.I comprehend there’s a very fine line to walk, between him wanting everything he wants, and understanding that he can’t necessarily have everything he wants.For a powerful man like Jameson Richards, that has to be pure torture.And since he’s articulated a particular want—an extreme one, at that—which was ultimately met with resonant silence from the person he wants it from, he has to right his axis. This is how he plans to do it.Can’t say I mind.There is a wild thrill running through me over all the unknown variables presented. The inherent danger here is that I can only take a stab at what he might be up to, without fully knowing. Because he can tie me up and make me surrender to him… Or he can abandon the kinky items he’s just laid out and go straight for the kill.As I gaze at him and his jaw works rigorously, I see he’s contemplating the two options as well.And the satisfying
~ Nikki ~I duck into the en suite to brush my teeth, then spritz a light fragrance in the air. I walk through the mist, just to pick up the essence of it. I slip out of the robe and into a peek-a-boo nightie with a violet, lacy, angled bra-bodice that dips low between my breasts and is extremely revealing. The skirt is lavender charmeuse, with a short hem in front and a longer one in back, creating a soft, rippled effect. There are matching, lacy slippers, but I don’t bother with them. I do, however, opt for the charmeuse thong. The satiny material is irresistible.I pass Jameson as he’s headed in the direction of the bathroom. His gaze roves my body, his jaw tightens and heat flares in his eyes. He makes to divert his trajectory and, instead, follow me to the bed, but he stops himself. Lets out a low rumble and says, “Just give me a minute.”“Not like I’m going to fall asleep when I know what awaits…” I wag my brows, suggestively.It has become infinitely easier to flirt with this m
~ Nikki ~I have not a single coherent thought in my brain, and it has nothing to do with the lovely buzzing state I’ve returned to as I relax under scented bubbles and sip from an uncouthly filled glass of wine. A serious double-pour if ever there was one. I’m extra careful not to spill as I tip the rim toward me and take a deeper drink.Every fiber of my being is screaming that I am way, way, wayyyy over my head with Jameson Richards. At the same time, I’m appreciative that he’s not breathing down my neck or pacing alongside the tub, expectantly, waiting for me to say something.For the most part, we arrived at this particular juncture in a very straight-forward manner and yet… No. I feel as though we’ve taken one of those scary-AF, sliver-thin roads that are cut into craggy mountain sides that you see posted on Instagram or Facebook. The caption always asks, “Would you?” and I always, vehemently declare, “Oh, hell no!” To no one in particular.And yet… I’ve gone and found one of th
~ Nikki ~I certainly don’t have to voice the query that seeks clarification of his highly unanticipated remark. It’s quite obvious he’s as bewildered as I am.He hadn’t intended to heave the sentiment into the universe—and I have the distinct feeling he’s not even fully sure of its true or full meaning.He pours bottled water into two crystal tumblers and passes one to me. I sip in silence, knowing we still have a lengthy drive and it’s going to be an uncomfortable one.Though… Playing it cool doesn’t really work for me. Pretending I didn’t hear what I heard isn’t going to fly. With every passing second, the demand for an explanation becomes more insistent, so that it’s clawing up my throat and I can’t even swallow down the raging curiosity with the water.Suddenly, I involuntarily blurt, “What was that?”He very casually retorts, “That was us not being able to make it to the villa without tearing each other’s clothes off. Even though we’re only ten more minutes away.”“Ten minutes?”
~ Nikki ~I ignore my own internal query and add, “Much as I’d enjoy dinner with you, I do have a full itinerary.”I pray this is diplomatic and tactfully delivered.Marco tips his glass to me and easily contends, “Next time.”No one is nonplussed. They polish off their cheesecake, wine and espresso. I force myself to do the same. We all share departing pleasantries, and Jameson and I are returned to the main entrance and building, alongside the olive orchard. I excuse myself to go to the ladies’ room.I’m admittedly tipsy as I meet up with him at the car.He, on the other hand, is a tad stoic. And rigid again.I take my own wild gander at what has him on edge. Leaning into him, I murmur, “You didn’t really consider I’d accept Marco’s invitation, did you?”“You enjoyed flirting with him,” he simply counters.“Because I can’t flirt with you,” I whisper. “Not in public.”His jaw sets.There is clearly something on his mind. Something serious.I’ll have to take a stab at drawing it out o