Naughty Nikki: A Billionaire Romance
I sip, then casually, though graciously, dismiss Simon.
Once alone, Nikki takes her flute into my suite. With her other hand, she selects a non-descript black box from the gift bag that has no logo stamped on it to identify where it’s come from. The sex club. She passes it to me, takes a deeper drink, then sets aside the glass to start stripping down.
I settle into a chair alongside the fireplace, but her purpose is to make a production of her tease-show. And I’m enrapt.
When she’s down to her red-satin-and-black-lace bra, a matching thong and high heels only, it’s not just fiery adrenaline pumping through me. My blood turns to magma. My nerve endings snap like livewires.