Lipstick Kisses : A Sexy, Standalone Contemporary Romance by C.C. Cartwright Page B

me by name at the end, I have to blink back my tears of joy. I applaud louder than anyone in the entire ballroom.
    “I felt so proud of you tonight. You’re one amazing lady. You’ve accomplished so much in such a short time. You’re incredibly driven and hard working,” I tell Nikki once we’re back home and tucked in bed for the night.
    “Thank you, Chandler. That means a lot to me coming from you. When you are your own boss, it’s not very often someone praises you or gives you a pat on the back. My winning that award was like being acknowledged, like getting a pat on the back from my peers. From other women who work as hard as I do or maybe harder. It’s and incredible feeling. I can’t describe how elated I felt when they called my name,” she says, beaming with pride.
    “You deserved that award. And my words of praise are from the bottom of my heart. Some days, Nikki Russo, I’m in awe of you. Like tonight. The other ladies didn’t hold a candle to you.”
    “That’s very sweet of you, but to be honest, just being nominated is an honor. I still can’t believe I won. The other women are pretty inspiring as well.  We women have to work extra hard to get noticed and to be respected, and most importantly, be taken seriously.
    “Believe me when I say you are taken seriously.”
    “Am I now?” she says teasingly.
    “Oh yeah, woman. I can remember at my first photo shoot with Lipstick Kisses. Everyone who works for you scurries around to please the almighty Nikki Russo,” I tease, tickling her.
    “Chandler, stop!” she giggles uncontrollably.
    I silence her with a hard and passionate kiss. I’m dying to ravage the woman who means business.

Chapter Seventeen
Nikki
     
    We spend almost every night together, and we still can’t get enough of loving each other. I’ve never felt so all-consumed by a man, not even when I was engaged. I think Chandler feels it too. I hope the feeling is mutual.
    I’ve fallen hard for him. Fallen in love with him.
    “Roll over, big boy. I want to ride you.”
    “With pleasure,” he says, his lips curving into a naughty smirk.
    First, I mount him and slide my wet pussy along his rock hard shaft.
    Back and forth, slowly, I glide.
    “Oh yeah, baby,” he moans.
    “You feel so good against my clit.” I sigh, looking down at the pleasure on his face.
    I reach down between my legs and grab his manhood and press the head against my channel and sink down, taking every inch of him inside me.
    “Ahh, so tight,” he growls.
    I swivel and rotate my hips, enjoying the sensation of our warm skin-to-skin contact in the depths of me. We are one at this moment, and it feels glorious.
    “You’re good, babe,” he says.
    I continue gyrating, grinding my pussy down on his huge shaft. I look down at him with hooded eyes. I reach up and squeeze my own breasts, then bend down so he can tantalize my nipples with his expert tongue.
    I lift off and turn around, going reverse cowgirl on my cowboy.
    I put on a show for him as I undulate down on him in a delicious rhythm. I know he’s watching where our bodies are joined.
    “God, you feel amazing. You ride me good, woman,” Chandler drawls.
    A wicked little smile spreads across my face. I turn up my sexy for him to prove that I’m good between the sheets, because I’m sure he’s had many other women since he’s been playing in LA.
    “You like that, cowboy?”
    “Damn right,” he replies.
    He gives my ass a playful slap.
    “Hey,” I say in mock protest.
    “Get on your back,” Chandler commands.
    I rise off his cock and roll on my back and spread wide for him as he mounts me.
    I love how he looks down at me when I’ve got him in between my legs and my arms wrapped around his incredibly chiseled body.
    “You’re beautiful,” he murmurs.
    And I almost believe him that he thinks I’m beautiful, that he really does mean it.
    He makes me feel beautiful, on the inside and out, as if I’m enough woman for him—for now, at