Chapter Seventy-Three

~ 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