All Chapters of Naughty Nikki: A Billionaire Romance: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

This thought brings on a hint of confidence I’ve lacked in this area—the financial aspect of my life.It does not, however, coax me into putting all my eggs in one basket.I.e., Jameson Richards’ basket.When the elevator smoothly halts and the doors open with a wisp of a woosh, I precede him out, a couple of steps ahead so that his hand on my back falls away. We’re deposited into one of the corridors of the executive wing, located behind glass doors and up a floor from the remainder of the corporate divisions of his main headquarters, as well as other companies operating under the Richards Corp. flag.We’re here before the hustle and bustle begins. There’s no one to witness me having been invited into his private elevator. Yet we instinctively, instantly go our separate ways. His corner office is closest and mine is across the hallway and farther down.As I continue my own path, I lament that we didn’t resolve our convo. Nor did he outright acknowledge and accept my gratitude for pre

It really occurs to me—a bit too long after the fact—that I’m going to be on a private jet with Jameson for lengthy periods of time, in prep meetings with him for lengthy periods of time and quasi on his arm… For lengthy periods of time. As in, the full-on reality full-on sets in!While I’m in the limo on the way to the hanger, I don’t peruse the lingerie catalog. Rather, I whip out my iPad and consult the newly updated agenda to specifically note what all of these obligations are to be, how much travel will be done with us alone and whether we actually are booked at the same hotels.I don’t make it through the entire itinerary before I snap the lid closed on the tablet, let my head fall back on the top of the seat, close my eyes and… Groan.Jesus, son of a bitch. I won’t just be “quasi” on his arm. We’re basically going to be joined at the hip. For three fucking weeks.And, somehow, I’m supposed to not drool over him in public, accidentally bat my eyelashes in shameless flirtation, a

Kristen takes her leave, disappearing into the galley, which apparently has accommodations for her to put her feet up until called upon again.I’m a little too amped to sit and chill, so I cross to the credenza to check out the offerings.Jameson steps behind me, his warm breath on my neck, his hand on my hip.His head dips and he tells me, “You’re doing quite nicely, Miss St. Claire.”“The hell I am,” I quietly retort. “My mind is shattered and I can’t think straight. There is an outrageous buzzing through my body and I’m craving something elusive that isn’t even offered on this tray of decadence.”“I’m to read between the lines here, correct?”I snicker.His lips brush my skin as he murmurs, “I can cure all your cravings.”This is no empty boast. As his hand on my hip skates down to the hem of my skirt, his other hand skims across my rib cage. He slips a few buttons on my blouse through their holes and eases his hand into the gap created and then behind the cup of my bra. He palms m

As usual, he’s not wrong.I let him continue pumping between my breasts, feeling him harden to the point that my body craves him sliding into me. I know it’s going to be a smooth entry because I’m so damn wet. The moisture seeps along my folds and taunts me, so that I change up the action, in an effort to push him to an edge that will have him shredding all his mental restraints and fucking me, not my breasts.I relinquish the hold I have on him at my chest, coil my fingers at his root and lick him, slowly. Then I close my mouth around his cock.He threads his fingers through my hair, pushing the strands away from my temple and off my shoulders. He inches closer to me and murmurs, “Take me deep, Nikki. Suck me hard.”I do as commanded.“Fuck, yes,” he groans. “Like that.”I release him so I can take a breath, but keep my hand around his shaft, squeezing firmly.Then I repeat the motion.“Goddamn,” he grinds out. “That feels so fucking good.”Though… Apparently, it’s too much for him w

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