My blood sizzles and my heart races.He tenderly taps the strip against my clit, in rapid succession.“Oh, fuck,” I murmur on a sliver of a breath.The mere notion of what he’s doing to me heightens my arousal; but it’s the sharp tingle along such a sensitive erogenous zone that is the true aphrodisiac.“You like that,” he muses, desire fringing his voice.I can barely breathe, let alone respond.Fortunately, I don’t have to speak. He can see in my eyes that this is doing all kinds of amazingly fantastic things to my body.His tapping sets every one of those eight thousand nerve endings between my legs ablaze.When he adds a slightly harsher flick of his wrist, I cry out from the elation that shoots through me.“Like that,” I insist in a rasping tone. “Just like that. Do it again.”His brow jerks upward.Jesus, even his admonishment of my slip from submissive drives me wild.He is so sinfully delicious and I really want to crawl all over him. Dig my nails in and glide them from the sw
I’m not sure how to respond. Mostly because I know what my answer is. And it’s neither a sane nor a sensible one.I want more of him. That is the plain and simple truth.Hell, I can take this ball to the end zone and declare I want all of him.But if I confess this aloud, I’ll find myself in an even more vulnerable and compromising position than what I’m currently in.Without doubt, I now possess a raging need for this man that goes well beyond the infatuation I’ve had since the day I’d met him. I’ve only had a taste of what he has to offer, and it has me burning for so much more.Which is why his comment is as poignant as it is alarming.He’s absolutely right. And the reality of our twisted fate this evening leaves me with a glaring, two-fold concern.The first is that… If we get in any deeper with each other, I’m not sure I’ll be able to overcome my secret, buried infatuation. It will stare me in the face, every single fucking day. There will be no hiding from it, as I’ve done these
I leave in what I pray is a dignified and shameless manner, meaning we’ve both gotten what we wanted out of this deal and it is officially put to rest, with no one possessing the ability to lord something over the other—as I’d worried about previously.Like he’d said from the onset, come Monday morning, this never happened.I keep my head high and my shoulders square as I work the maze of corridors to the mezzanine and then descend the stairs. The butler is there to open the door for me and bid me farewell. Jameson’s driver has a limo pulled ‘round and he tucks me inside before getting behind the wheel. All very proper and polite like.I force myself not to think of anything other than my explanation to the security staff at my building, and the process of photo recognition on the computer and signing an affidavit of identity that releases the management of all responsibility, should I not be who I claim to be.The head guard rides with me in the elevator to my floor and lets me in, t
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
~ Nikki ~Jameson places a black leather portfolio on the mahogany table, next to my linen breakfast setting. Then he rounds the table and takes a plush chair across from me.“What’s this?” I ask, in between sips of cappuccino.“CVs and professional accolades of a dozen of the best attorneys in New York City, none of whom are on my payroll; though I will foot the bill for you to meet with the one you choose and carefully review the contract, line by line, so that you are well-educated as to the arrangement we’re potentially entering into.”My brow quirks. “Potentially?” I set aside my delicate cup and eye him, curiously.“You’ve verbally consented, but you haven’t signed anything. You may elect not to sign. That is up to you, Nikki. I won’t attempt to sway you either way. You have all the power in this scenario and, at the end of the day, whatever options you do or don’t pursue are entirely up to you. With one caveat.”Now, I smirk. “Of course. What is it?”“The child will be mine. He
~ 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?”