Chapter Thirty-Nine

~ 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