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Naughty Nikki: A Billionaire Romance Chapter Fifty-One
~ Nikki ~When we’re settled in the back of the limo, Jameson serves champagne.We clink rims and sip. Then he tells me, “Formal dinner times are seven and nine. We have a nine o’clock seating this evening.”“Then we are hellaciously early,” I quietly quip.“We won’t be.”The sun has set and the stars are out. Paris is lit up with all its sparkling magnificence. So, clearly, we’re going to tour the city.As we leave the Champs Élysées, we first come upon a spectacular bridge that is too breathtaking for words, with tall, sculpted pillars topped with golden statues, glowing lamps and artistically designed gilt accents that make my jaw drop.Jameson says, “This is the Pont Alexandre III bridge, crossing the Seine.”I am stunned into silence. This isn’t a bridge. This is a masterpiece.I can only snap certain angles of it, and Jameson comments, “Don’t worry. It’s on millions of postcards. We’ll pick some up for you.”I want to make a joke that my generation doesn’t send postcards, but I
Naughty Nikki: A Billionaire Romance Chapter Fifty-Two
~ Nikki ~A very snazzily dressed maître d’ receives us in the foyer of yet another overly stated restaurant, one of many that make me wonder if I’ll ever be able to eat at a chain franchise again. Or if I’ll be spoiled into believing there’s no sense in dining out if there aren’t five stars associated with the restaurant, and a tuxedoed host (with tails and gloves, even) to gush over us. He swiftly divests us of our outerwear and there is a lovely coat check woman to whisk the garments off to a closet for safekeeping.We’re ushered along the perimeter of the room, to a table for two in a cozy corner, by a fireplace, and with a gorgeous view of the Eiffel Tower from our private, panoramic window. The place settings are elegant, the flatware fancy, the water goblets and wineglasses all intricately crystal-cut. As expected, and yet… Still so astounding.There is a starburst chandelier hanging above our table, emitting a dim, romantic illumination. Candles serve as centerpieces.An atten
Naughty Nikki: A Billionaire Romance Chapter Fifty-Three
~ Nikki ~I love how he simply, though so sexily, simmers. Like… He’s all about his carriage and squared shoulders and dignified posture.And yet…He smolders in the most sensual way.But, no… It’s not just sensuality enveloping him. It’s this molten, scintillating aura he possesses, and which draws me in, instantly heightening my arousal, making me burn for him.I have the very real desire to snicker at him, for being so damn commanding of my senses. However, I’m much too captivated at the moment to utter a single word. He’s perfectly aware of his allure. Still… He acts so cool about it, so cavalier.The funny thing about that latter sentiment is that Jameson is cavalier about nothing. Not really. Sure, when he wants to lighten a mood he can be impish, or throw out a joke or two. But even in those instances, there’s a riveting undercurrent radiating from him.I’ve come to not only appreciate, but to also anticipate the undercurrent. I thrive on the undercurrent. It’s mysterious and,
Naughty Nikki: A Billionaire Romance Chapter Fifty-Four
~ Nikki ~My knees are knocking together as we leave the limo and make our way toward the suite. I’m drowning in delirium and gazing up at Jameson with fluttering lashes. He chuckles.I have an arm twined around one of his and I’m swaying a bit from the wine and the orgasms… And the exciting thoughts of things to come.I snicker at that notion. Somewhat ecstatically.Jameson gives me a knowing look and I try to contain all the impulses clawing at me. No easy feat, but at least I’m not terribly dizzy and giggling like a schoolgirl.I’m damn close, yes. There’s plenty to be said for aphrodisiacs and decadence. The primary aphrodisiac being Jameson, of course. I’ll give the food and beverages all kinds of kudos, but it’s the man who has my blood humming and my body thrumming.There’s an electric palpitation to my heartbeats and I might actually be floating on air.Jameson seems to know it.That only sets me more on fire.When we’re in the suite, he suggests, “Why don’t you go into my bat
Naughty Nikki: A Billionaire Romance Chapter Fifty-Five
~ Jameson ~I’m well aware of the hole I’m digging for myself. And Nikki is shoveling right alongside me.I want to say this is a simple matter we can both contain, that we are intelligent, consenting adults and therefore perfectly in control of our actions. Capable of surviving the repercussions.But as I help her into the tub and slip in behind her—settling with my back to the high ledge, my head propped against a stack of towels—and she positions herself between my legs and leans into me, her shoulder blades conforming to my pecs, I know I’m blatantly lying to myself.What I’m not doing is lying to Nikki.Yes, I’m still omitting a key fact. Yet every response I have to her is real and honest. And I’ve come to understand that there’s a reverse axiom to my mother’s saying, because pleasing Nikki pleases me.I will allow that I’m currently being handed golden opportunities to explore a more intimate relationship with her. Let’s face it, Paris is its very own treasure trove of opportun
Naughty Nikki: A Billionaire Romance Chapter Fifty-Six
~ Nikki ~There are rose petals everywhere. Dozens and dozens of them. Red, cream and yellow, all scattered about as though they were loaded into a cannon and discharged. I envision, for a second, how this scene would look as they rained down on the suite, with me standing beneath the delicate barrage.I’m not one to fantasize about roses and candlelight and sensuous music. But I’ll willing admit… I’m totally into this visual.I lie a little to myself and simply consider that it’s only because we’re in Paris that I’m so captivated and euphoric. I won’t feel this way in Italy or Zurich or anywhere else. Not even if there actually was business to tend to in Hawaii or the Maldives.Unfortunately, I’m not the least bit convinced of my tiny fabrication. We could be in a roadside motel in the middle of nowhere—no ambience whatsoever—with coyotes howling in the distance, and I’d still luxuriate in the ripples of delight through my body. I’d still feel my skin tingle. I’d still experience the
Naughty Nikki: A Billionaire Romance Chapter Fifty-Seven
~ Nikki ~“I should not be so ravenous,” I say as I collapse into a chair at the formal dining table. I first eye Jameson, looking dashing, as always, in a sharp black suit, black shirt and matching silk tie. Then my gaze drifts to the spread on the table that looks fantastic.Prompting him to joke, “Are you talking about sex or food?”“Both,” I murmur as I reach for my latte and sip, while debating where to start with breakfast.Pierre joins us and ceremoniously lifts the domes off the dishes that needed to be kept warm.He announces, “In addition to the pastries and croissants, we have eggs Benedict and crepes sucrées, which are sweet crepes prepared in the beurre Suzette style, or with bananas foster, or with cream cheese filling and berries. We also have crepes galettes—more specifically known as galettes bretonnes, traditional Brittany crepes that are less sweet and topped with a fried quail egg, spinach, heirloom tomatoes and goat cheese.”“So… Crepes are a thing in France,” I m
Naughty Nikki: A Billionaire Romance Chapter Fifty-Eight
~ Nikki ~We are sitting at the railing, overlooking the stage, with no obstruction of our view, whatsoever.Overhead, the red-and-white-striped, billowy awnings—with their accompanying small-bulbed, string lighting—create a Big Top effect that’s enchanting.Everything is red. Strikingly red. Almost a deep crimson that is sexy and seductive, rather than that cheesy, middle-of-the-road red that just screams Valentine’s barfed all over, and it’s not a pretty sight. Know what I mean? Maybe not. I have a thing about red, I guess. It can look dated, like… 1980s taffeta bridesmaids dresses with those tremendously puffy sleeves and ginormous bows on the butt, and the sickly sweet color that seems flimsy, in a weird way. My aunt’s wedding photos, from her super-short-lived marriage, makes me think of this.Here, however—and despite the old-fashioned feel and the “antique red” accents—the crimson is warm and perfectly paired with all the golden lighting and gas lamps.Below us, there are tiers
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