Chapter Forty

~ Jameson ~

“What girl would balk at that?” she counters, wantonly.

“You’re no girl,” I correct. “You are one-thousand percent woman. And then some.”

She laughs, so very softly. It’s a titillating sound, coming from someone I have discovered is no delicate flower. Granted, she has her fragile moments. But Nikki also has a fierce side. One I respect and admire.

I help her out of her shoes and then settle her on the edge of the bed. I spread her thighs with my hands and wedge between them as she shoves my jacket over my shoulders, loosens my tie, then unravels it. Her eyes lock with mine as she starts to unbutton my shirt.

The flicker of mischief in her irises compels me to say, “Fuck it,” and I yank the flap apart, sending buttons flying. “Not like I don’t have a dozen more of these on hangers,” I mutter.

She bites her lip. Then she tells me, “That’s hot, Jameson.”

The glow that tinges her beautiful face jerks something deep within me. So that I can’t ignore it.

I strip off the shirt.