Naughty Nikki: A Billionaire Romance
I ride the waves of the fiery orgasm as my nails sink into the luxe material of the sofa and my throat pulls tight as my head remains back on my shoulders.
The rest of the curtain collapses to the edge of the stage, and I’m still vibrating.
Micah rushes in with my robe and gathers me up. In between fanning his face.
He tells me, “The bids are coming as hard and fast as you just did. Baby girl, you’re about to set a record.”
“That’s what I need,” I say in a rasping voice as he ushers me into the dressing room. I can hardly breathe, and I’m trembling from the release—and the insistent, overwhelming desire for more. So much more.