The Risk of Falling (Falling in Love #1) Read Online Nikki Ash

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Dark, Erotic, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Falling in Love Series by Nikki Ash
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Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
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She sashays toward me, then drops to her knees and rolls onto her back, spreading her legs up and out. The shorts she’s wearing are so tiny, I get a glimpse of her cunt. It’s not enough to satiate my appetite—it never will be until I’m tasting her essence on my tongue. But it’s enough to cause my cock to thicken in my pants, damn near turning it to stone.

She parts her legs a bit farther then brings them back together, sitting up in front of me. And then she crawls… motherfucking crawls toward me, her tits hanging like the most beautiful, mouthwatering raindrops.

I assume she’s going to climb into my lap, but instead, she dips her head and rolls forward, her legs coming up into a split before they wrap around my waist. With fluid ease, she uses my knees to pull herself up to where she’s suddenly straddling me. It happens so quickly and smoothly, I have no time to mentally prepare for her body wrapping around mine. She reaches back with one hand and the other lands on my chest to steady herself.

And then she starts to move. Rolling her hips, grinding her warm cunt against me. I get a good look at her face. It’s soft and feminine like the rest of her. Her eyes are bright blue like the color of a cloudless day. The light amidst a darkened world. Her makeup is natural, and her lips are shiny from the shimmery gloss she’s wearing.

When she brings her other hand around to the front, I notice how they’re small and delicate. Her nails are real and painted a light pink. Everything about her screams innocent, like she should be dancing at the Opera House instead of a strip club.

Her eyes meet mine momentarily before she backs off me and twirls around, giving me another view of that pert ass. Without thinking, I reach out to grab her hip, not wanting her to walk away, and in return, she swivels around and shakes her head, silently reminding me not to touch.

I sigh in frustration but remove my hand, and as a reward, she climbs back onto my lap, moving her body to the beat of the music. When she rises slightly, increasing the tempo of her movements, her luscious tits come into my line of vision. Her pink nipples are hard, and my mouth waters, begging me to suck them. I want nothing more than to taste her, touch her, feel her, and get fucking lost in her.

“What will it take?” I ask, leaning in slightly until our mouths are only inches apart.

She doesn’t answer at first, so I assume she didn’t hear me. I’m about to repeat myself when her eyes connect with mine, as she finally responds questionably, “What will what take?”

I draw in a sharp breath, the chemistry between us so hot, so intense, it’s almost hard to breathe. I lean in closer, so close, I can feel her warm breath on my lips. “For you to give me more.”

Still straddling my thighs, she slows her movements, the music continuing to play in the background. Her tongue glides slowly across the seam of her plump lips, and I home in on the way they glisten, desperate to lick them myself.

“There’s nothing,” she says, snapping me from my thoughts.

“What?”

“There’s nothing you can offer me to give you more,” she says, climbing off my lap. She turns her back on me and saunters onto the stage, scooping up her bra and putting it on as she walks away. “Enjoy your night,” she calls out over her shoulder, just before she disappears from my line of vision and the music abruptly comes to a halt. As I sit in my seat, with my cock still hard, I can’t help but wonder who the hell this woman is and what it will take to make her mine.

One thing I’ve learned in this life is that everyone has a price. You just have to find out what it is and be able and willing to pay it. And since I’m a rich man, I’m more than capable of paying whatever the fuck her price is.

CHAPTER THREE

SIENNA

It isn’t until I’m out of the private room and back in the safety of the dressing room that I’m able to breathe again. I don’t know what it is about that man that gets my blood flowing and my lady parts tingling, but that can’t happen. I have a plan, goals that I’ve made to get my sister and me out of this hell hole of a life, and I’m only a year away from making it happen. I’m not about to let some ridiculously sexy man derail me. I can’t afford distractions. Hell, I can’t afford to even think about him. I don’t know who he is, but hopefully, he now knows I can’t be bought and will seek pleasure elsewhere because he won’t be getting it from me, that’s for damn sure—I witnessed firsthand my mom putting men before herself, and I refuse to follow in her footsteps.


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