His head hangs close to mine as he tries to get his labored breaths under control. I can tell this is an arduous task for him. His sculpted abs are like marble when he drags in a sliver of air, then they relax slightly and his flesh quivers against my belly with his sharp exhales.The breaths blow warmly along my throat, across my collarbone, occasionally riding seductive groans as my pussy continues to clench and release him, purely of its own accord. The involuntary action is both indicative of how desperately I love that he’s still buried within me, and how impossible it is for me to relinquish my hold on him, when I’m not certain whether I’ll ever have this opportunity again.I am incredibly fearful this is a one-and-done scenario. As in… He’s gotten me out of his system and from here on out, we’ll be strictly all business.Naturally, I want to believe that won’t be the case. I want to believe his lingering in this position, the fact that we’re still entangled with each other, mea
I am literally still so limp and eviscerated, though, I can’t move.Apparently, he has other things on his mind and doesn’t wait for me to compose myself.He says, “Slip under the covers. Rest. We’ll be landing shortly, and we have a very big day ahead of us.”He leaves, the doors automatically closing behind him.I stare at them.In the polished burlwood, I pretty much see the writing on the wall.This was just sex.Nothing more.And, seriously… What the hell did I expect? That just because Jameson took me to astounding heights, he was equally ensnared?I simper—at my own idiocy.Then I redirect all my wayward ideations and make a personal executive decision.I want the man. There’s no denying that.But the man’s not really up for grabs.Thus…My moves must be strategic, while also being wholly conducive to what it earnestly is that he’s looking for from me.I do as he’s instructed, sliding under satiny sheets and settling into a bed that is so sublime, I know I’ll be out like a light
I tuck the gift box into my tote as Kristin is returning with my coffee.I make the noted changes to the PowerPoint slides, avoiding eye contact with Jameson while the attendant is tidying the cabin.When she disappears again, I still don’t glance up from my laptop.I have not yet done as instructed. I haven’t attempted a G****e search. I’m not really sure I need to, in all honesty. I think Jameson has made the connotation perfectly clear. Putting a collar on me is another form of dominance. Though… He’s already dominated me quite masterfully. I’m not certain the jewelry is necessary, either.He’s fully in charge. Without doubt—and despite me wishing to ramp up my own game.Regardless, he apparently finds something provocative about branding me in this fashion and I’m… Not opposed to the idea.That’s an intricate sentiment to dissect and digest.Which I don’t actually have the time for, at present. Kristin informs us we’re making our descent into London just as we feel the graceful dip
We deplane and settle in the limo while our luggage is loaded. Mostly my luggage, because I didn’t have the foresight to consolidate and compartmentalize, so that I’d only need one suitcase to accompany us for the three nights we’ll be in London. I make a mental note to reorganize and be more efficient, letting myself a little off the hook by contending I’ll be picking up an additional wardrobe along the way and I’ll have to accommodate those supplemental items.As we leave the private, executive terminal, visions of conservative cocktail dresses and more risqué late-night attire dance through my head. I also try to take in the scenery. It’s early morning and foggy. The gray mist weaves through the trees and buildings. There’s an odd comfort to the haze, laced with an eerie sensation. It feels mysterious and sensual, lazy yet…ominous.I’ve discovered I’m a huge fan of ominous.It’s not necessarily a menacing word, encompassing of evil connotations. It’s more seductively foreboding, su
“I thought you wanted shopping and champagne this afternoon,” Jameson murmurs in his richly sensuous tone.He is so seductively dark and entrancing, I have completely forgotten about shopping and champagne.Unfortunately for me, two things are colliding at this moment, given our arrival at the VIP valet station.First, the limo comes to a halt.Second, out of the corner of my eye, I see a uniformed man approaching the vehicle to open the door. I can’t risk messing up my lipstick by kissing Jameson, with no time to fix it.Thus, with an inward sigh, I carefully extract myself from the hunkiest man on the planet and settle into my seat to collect myself. Then my belongings. As Jameson alights and turns back to me, I have my purse and coat in hand, leaving my laptop bag as he did. Apparently, he thoroughly trusts our driver with all our possessions, including the luggage in the trunk.He helps me into my coat as the valet holds a large umbrella over our heads while light flurries fall.J
The light fare is perfectly filling without the bloat. Yes, I am ultra-conscientious of my body in this incredibly tight dress as Jameson pulls back my chair and holds out a hand to me. I stand as he collects my clutch. Then he escorts me out of the restaurant. All eyes are on us again.I modestly comprehend the curiosity is wrapped solely around him. But I wishfully think that perhaps they all find me intriguing enough, as well, to justify being on his arm.That’s a tough notion to process and certainly not one I’m going to reconcile.In the grand scheme of things, I did orchestrate something that has led us to this moment, by originally putting myself up for auction. Then by perpetuating what was only meant to be a fantasy. However, in all reality… I’m nowhere near being in this man’s league, regardless of any clever, though mostly desperate, maneuvering on my part.What this all propagates is a tinge of insecurity that is coupled with a more daring conception of at least attempting
“I’m willing to wait as long as necessary,” he says.I eye him, with a small smile. “You have high expectations.”“The highest.”“Gee, no pressure there.” I laugh softly. Honestly, I should be shaking in my Pradas, but I think I can totally nail the look for this second portion of our evening. Thus, I finish my water, deposit the glass on Simon’s silver tray, and bounce off to the room he’s recommended for me.All of my new dresses are hanging in the closet and the butler has efficiently unpacked me. I keep my hair in the ponytail, given the style will show off the necklace. I darken my cosmetics, though, creating smokier eyes and thickening my lashes and brows. The makeup artist at the salon found the perfect shade of lipstick to match the pearls and I love the cranberry hue, with a slight shimmer.I slip into a sliver of a dress, in an almost identical color. It’s tight at the hips and has a ridiculously short hem that just barely covers my ass. The waist has gathered material that
It’s not really a question that needs to be posed. Obviously.Except… There are now myriad thoughts invading my mind.Erotic ones, wrapped around voyeurism.Jealous ones, considering Jameson might have just ordered an orgy for us to participate in—and I’m not interested in sharing this man.And anxious ones, because this might be the place where he demonstrates his dominance, bringing the collar into play.Oh, shit.I pull in a few deep breaths. Then I suck down half my glass of bubbly. And breathe some more.Beside me, Jameson casually takes a drink. The entire scene is elegantly sensuous, with the glamourous chandelier and sconces on a dim setting, the plush furniture and the fancy décor. The incredibly hot and hunky male who’s orchestrating all of this. He’s amazingly cool and collected. Like this is nothing out of the ordinary for him.And, suddenly, I wonder if that’s true.I more carefully query, “Been here before?”Okay, that’s not the least bit cautious. I dove right in, didn
~ 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