~ Nikki ~Jameson’s deeply contemplative as we roll to a stop. I don’t prompt him to speak. Sometimes, he delves into the far recesses of his mind, and I’ve learned to recognize when he’s in need of taking a moment or two to reflect and regroup.Sure, I’d love to know what he’s thinking. But there’s something about the way he gets lost in his brain that fascinates me, holds me captive. He is not a man who acts impulsively. In fact, I believe he constantly has wheels churning in his head, over a multitude of subjects and decisions he has to make.I’ve always found that enticing. Even more so, though, since I can say—of late—I suspect those wheels are also churning over me.The car door opens and he stealthily exits the limo, as though he’s been in the present, fully cognizant, this whole time. Another thing that’s scintillating about him, and the tingles ripple along my inner thighs, straight to my ankles, spreading over my toes so they scrunch up a bit, momentarily.He reaches back to
~ 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.
~ Nikki ~I know better than to get entranced by the sexiness and the intimacy.I do know better.Yet… Jameson masterfully takes charge of my body and sends me into a blissful state I lose myself in.His mouth on me is one thing.When he’s made me come, twice, he’s then out of his clothes and flipping me onto my stomach, thrusting into me from behind so that I fist the duvet and bury my face in a pillow to muffle my cries of pleasure. Not that anyone’s going to hear us in this enormous suite—and the butler’s been dismissed. Still… I try not to rattle the rafters. Though, the way Jameson pumps into me with a commanding dominance, I really can’t help myself. And just as I’ve discovered that authentic moans of abandonment are highly arousing, Jameson seems to feel the same about mine.He delivers two more electrifying orgasms before succumbing to his own release. I am sensationally satiated. So much so, I can’t move an inch for several minutes.He withdraws from me and ducks into the en
~ Nikki ~I know the precise moment when he leaves the bed. I’m asleep and Jameson is stealthy enough to not jar me awake. Subconsciously, though, I sense the loss. I roll over from where he’d been spooning me and stare at the empty space next to me, only dimly illuminated by the soft blue glow of the alarm clock. I sigh with resignation and tell myself I at least got a few hours with him. Then I reach for the alarm and set it.When the gentle chimes rouse me later, I toss off the covers and stretch. I slip into the hotel robe Jameson has left for me and gather up my clothes. I literally peek around the door to ensure Simon isn’t afoot just yet. The coast is clear, so I scurry off to my room and hang my dress. I also peel back the covers on the bed and even go so far as to pound on the pillow a bit, so that it appears as though I’ve slept here.Not that I should obsess over what the butler thinks, but then again… I’ve already established that I do, indeed, obsess over what butlers thi
~ Jameson ~I’m completely enthralled by how Nikki takes in everything with wide-eyed wonderment.I’d forgotten how to do that over the years. Or, more accurately, I’d become desensitized. Possibly, I’d succumbed to a “no need to smell the roses along the way, because I’ve already smelled them previously… And I don’t have time to do it again.However, I’m learning—because of Nikki—that yesterday’s roses aren’t the same as today’s roses. Though, I really shouldn’t be surprised, because she does keep turning the tables on me. The woman does not lack for ingenuity or sensitivity. And I’m finding a profound statement in that critical aspect to her.So much so, I’m reaching a juncture where I want to express how much I appreciate her whimsy, but also her very serious take on my organization and its generational concept. A key concept.Meaning, I’m chomping at the bit to present to her my very specific request.Conversely… Timing is definitely something to consider. Yes, it’s also of the es
~ Nikki ~ It’s one thing to receive sexy gifts from the man who’s fucking you.It’s an entirely different thing to find your career soaring because—and not because—of that erotic association.And then there’s these highly personal gestures that are too symbolic to ignore.Like… For him to remember, word for word, what I’d said about Shakespearian plays and know which books to buy me.Yes, I know it was Mari, not Jameson, who made the purchases. The onsite store was closed to visitors at that point. But she was able to reach someone and have a special delivery sent, probably with the dollar signs flashing for the “above-and-beyond” service by the staff, after hours.Regardless, I am admittedly wracking my brain as to why Jameson goes to certain lengths where I’m concerned.Granted, some are easy to figure out. Primarily, those pertaining to our professional relationship. I know he’s confident enough in my abilities. He even tells me before we leave for this evening’s dinner, with the
He gives me a look that’s humorous, for all its sardonic nature and earnest truth.I grasp not to press at this particular moment. And concede, with an easy, “Fine. A different story for a different time.”True fact, because a server arrives to pour still water in the crystal-cut goblets for the entire table and then sparkling, for us, in shorter tumblers, with a twist of lime that he adds, using tongs. After he departs, Jameson tells me, “I need us both to focus on this meeting. It’s imperative.”“Of course.” I nod and sip. “Consider me laser-focused.”The corner of his mouth quirks. He chuckles under his breath. And says, “We have plenty to talk about. But… Thank you for understanding that tonight is mission-critical.”“One-thousand percent,” I affirm. And I’m adamant about this. “I want the same outcome you do, Mr. Richards.”I give him a wink.He glances away as he apparently stifles a laugh.My heart skips a beat or two over having amused him.When he glimpses at me again, he s
~ Jameson ~She’s ecstatic, and somehow… That is priceless to me.I’ve not put someone else’s happiness or accomplishments before mine, ever. That’s a lesson my parents taught me. My mother was the one who asserted that there’s no pleasing another if you’re not pleased, yourself.I can stomach that adage.My father, however, was much more cutthroat, believing you set your sights on your own goals and achieve them, regardless of who or what stands in your way.I’ve followed both their golden rules over the years, though more acutely leveled up and accepted his concept.Yet… Every step of the way in creating my own legacy has been about a current and a future vision. I don’t think you can be a singular entity when forming an empire. You need infrastructure, and it’s not just IT-based. It’s not just fundamentally and ideologically shored up by one individual.You need people surrounding you. Genuine, genius people.That was where my father fell flat. He kind of didn’t give a shit about t
~ 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