Chasing Paradise (Chasing Series #3) (12 page)

Blake:
I have a last minute conference call. I will have to cancel dinner for tonight. I’ll see you when I get home.

I hadn’t seen him for three weeks and I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to see him. Come Hell or high water, I just had to. Scrolling over my contact list, I found the right person who could assist me in this dilemma of mine.

“
Luke, it’s Sienna. Can you possibly do me a huge favor?”

Five minutes later, I was on my way out of the penthouse and off to his South Bank headquarters. With the given traffic and anticipation, I finally arrived to my destination with sweaty palms and a pounding heart rate.

I entered his office without knocking and I instantly saw him sitting on his chair, face stuck to the laptop before him, talking. Blake didn’t look up, but I knew he’d heard someone come in; he probably thought it was Luke.

So, I stood there and basked in his presence. Each time he went off somewhere on business, I almost resented each and every one of the trips. However, I admit, the majestic, beautiful feeling of seeing him for the very first time after so long, made it worthwhile. For I was truly, unequivocally and eternally his. My place was with this man, next to him, wherever we made our own paradise. My indecision about Kyle was just fear of letting my past go. This, right now, was what love was about.

With a galloping heart, I carefully made my way towards him.

“
Excellent. I do appreciate your dedication, Mr. Barnaby, however, please, don’t expect this leniency to continue. One more offense and I will undoubtedly let you go. Do we understand each other?” Blake was utterly serious, his brows furrowing with utmost concentration.

I suppose the videoconference was a three-way call since another man started speaking in accented English, in reference to the problem that had made this emergency call necessary in the first place. When I rounded his mahogany table, I made sure I kept out of the screen as I got on my knees and crawled close to his legs. He was jolted with shock when he felt a hand on his knee. Blake looked surprised when he found me grinning with mischief. I placed my finger over my lips to silence and ease his suspicion.

“
Everything okay, Mr. Knightly? You jumped like you saw a ghost,
si
?” the accented man asked with concern.

Blake cleared his throat, fixed his silk tie and responded with his signature assured manner. “Of course, need not worry. Please, carry on with your presentation, Mr. Rochas.”

So when Mr. Rochas started his stale speech with tiresome enthusiasm, I got back to my mission. I splayed my hands on both of his thighs and ran my nails back and forth as Blake tried in earnest to act unaffected. When I saw him press his lips together, I knew I was working him just fine.

Call me crazy, but I wanted to see if I could get him aroused to the point where he desired me like he usually did after a long period of time without sex; that was, if he didn’t get it from somewhere else… say a woman named Adriana? If I had to fight to get his undivided attention, then so be it.

Biting my bottom lip, my finger and thumb held the edge of his zipper while I expectantly looked up, waited a beat or two and then slowly and quietly pulled it down. I felt like a little girl opening a Christmas present. It had been too long… I wanted him in my mouth… to taste his essence and have some part of him with me, in me.

Blake was trained on the screen. Apart from his Adam’s apple bobbing, the people he was conversing with on the video wouldn’t have any indication as to what was going on below the desk. I let out a soft gasp when I got hold of his hot, silky manhood. Pulling it out, I felt the first trickle of liquid in between my own thighs. Licking my lips, I made sure I had his scrotum out before I started my life’s mission; to please this brooding, Alpha man.

Using the tip of my wet tongue, I eagerly used it to trace the smooth sac before I went to the other and did the same gesture, flicking it back and forth in a leisured pace. I wanted slow, sweet torture—a build up for the finale—with him in between my legs.

His rigid length stood magnificently. Proud, emboldened veins protruded along his princely cock. A dot of wetness sat atop the puny slit, enticing me to suckle and lick the sweet ambrosia. His mushroomed head felt enormous in my mouth, hot and throbbing as he expanded the muscles of his length, bringing more blood flow into his groin.

“
I want these aspects incorporated into the exported goods. How long will it take you to make that possible?” Blake asked before he took hold of the top of my head and pushed it down, making me swallow most of his length; shocking me and gagging me at the same time.

Goodness!
I thought as I gripped the sides of his chair and prepared for the rigorous ordeal of making this man well stimulated and heatedly prepped to make love to me all night long.

Working on his member with arduous focus, I hollowed my cheeks. Holding a part of my breath that ran through the air passage in the back of my throat which connected to my nose, I suctioned his cock the way he liked it while my left hand caressed his sensitive sac with my middle finger attached to the bare skin below it; rubbing. My right hand was busy holding the base of his shaft, gripping it to pound more blood flow, making this experience much more… excruciating.

I didn’t mind the drool that was now on the sides of my mouth, slowly wetting my neck as I paid homage to him. Gazing up to him, it was as though he knew I wanted him to see me because he glanced down—a quick flicker—before I registered the scorching desire in those hypnotizing eyes of his.

“
Gentleman, as much as I want to prolong this meeting, I must say I have to end it. My fiancée has been patiently waiting and I don’t want her waiting a second longer or she might change her mind about marrying me. You’ll be hearing from me tomorrow. Good day.” Blake spoke with authority, his tone precise and succinct, before he cut the videoconference and turned his full attention on me. “Let go of my dick, Sienna,” he said curtly, eyes trained on me.

I did as he asked and then pushed myself up and faced the commanding, mercurial man while I was heady and potent with sexual electricity.

Fourteen

Blake

Sienna looked enraptured, eyes hooded with lust like a purring cat eyeing for her next scrumptious dessert.

I was dumb-founded when she untied her black coat. Who would have that a normal looking woman from the exterior was actually donning some scandalous scraps of see-through lace of next-to-nothings lingerie. Black pumps, Embroidered thigh-high stockings, lace garter belt, intricate black lace-cupped bra…and no underwear. Smooth. Bare. Skin. Vying. For. My. Attention.

Still seated in my chair, my mouth watered at the bloody sight of Sienna. If I thought I was speechless now, I could think again, because I let out a strangled groan when she audaciously flung her right leg on the table, pushing my laptop and whatever else onto the floor. I should’ve gotten mad—or some sort of reaction, but I was too tongue-tied at the full-frontal view of her slick wet cunt, pink and deliciously inviting me to take a damn taste and have a ball with it.

“
Hungry for some pussy, Knightly?” she cocked her brow at me, the vixen all in her glorified pose.

Sexy.

Saucy.

Sinful.

The Triple Threat.

I was famished, but I wanted to savor this memory slowly. “Play for me Sienna, la mia bella fica.” My beautiful cunt. When she gestured to touch herself, I stopped her. “Suck on your fingers first.” I was beyond fascinated when she did as I asked, making me shift uncomfortably on my seat. The need to stroke my aching cock and watch her play was too tempting to resist. “Give me a show, cara.”

Sienna blatantly rubbed herself with her middle finger whilst watching me stroke my shaft. She then stuck it inside her hot hole, slipping it a few times before she took it out and inserted it in her mouth, sucking it. “Mmmm.” She moaned in earnest; before she placed it back into her core, while her other hand, peeled the lace cups of her bra to the sides, thus pushing her breasts together for the desired combust-on-your-cock-at-a-glance effect.

She then sucked on her other middle finger before she circled her nipple, then she tugged on her pebbled rosebuds, moaning deeply.

“
Baby, please…how long must I wait for you?” Sienna frowned, brows furrowing, not in a cute pouty way, but the desperate kind.

Without breaking eye contact, I took off my silk tie, before handing it to her. “Here, tie this on your neck.”

She licked her lips, staring at the tie, then back at me. “What for?”

“
You won’t know unless you follow my instructions. Make sure it’s secured and tight.” I might seem unaffected to her, but I wanted to fuck this goddess so badly, it was beyond mental.

Cautiously, she took hold of it, and then tied it on her neck.

I nodded towards her leg that sat on my desk. “Take your leg off. Bend over the desk. Stick your arse out. Legs together.” I commanded, as my imagination ran rampant in all the ways I wanted to take her.

Standing up, I unbuckled my pants, not bothering on my dress shirt as I stood behind her, feeling the heat exude from her hot body. Her chin was on the table and I maneuvered it to the side, so her head sat on her cheek.

“
How often do you think about him, Sienna?” my mouth blurted out a question I never intended to ask, but one that always hounded my thoughts whenever I thought of her—all alone in London, might be missing a warm body next to her at night. From what I gathered, she hasn’t seen him after that one time, but her calls and messages were ones I didn’t know about. As much as I wanted to monitor them for her safety, deep down, I knew I couldn’t hold back and not read all of her messages or listen to any phone conversations. Not to mention it was tampering heavily on her privacy, I didn’t want to take that small piece of freedom from her.

“
Blake—that’s not what I wanted to discuss after not seeing you for weeks.”

True, but my confidence was battered, my heart was gutted and my faith in myself was somewhat shattered. I knew it was jealousy that was eating me whole, but the images of her crying in his arms were disturbing. It was as it she didn’t want to let him go. I saw it—the love in her eyes shone through the tears. “Oblige me. I beg to know the truth.”

My breathing halted as I tuned for her words, but she took longer than expected to respond to my question.

“
I—I do think of him, a lot…after that day.” Sienna’s voice was so little I could barely hear her.

Each word punctured me. I knew what was coming, but hearing them magnified the wounds, the pain much profoundly. It fucking eviscerated me. As much as I wanted to be angry and lash out, I needed to think properly, placing myself in her shoes. “Should I be worried, Sienna?” I rasped out, feeling the dark pitted emptiness descend on me before I plunged into her slick hotness. Wanting to possess this mirage that was impossible to tame, no matter how much I tried. It seemed that the more I wanted to secure it, the more it wants to leave and disappear on me.

Her hips locked against the curve of the desk, before my hand reached out around her neck and took hold of the tie, twisting it around so I had it around her back. I tested the tie, tugging it a few times, making sure it was secured, twisted the end and wrapped it around my right knuckle, before I reared my cock and slammed it back into her.

“
Sweet Jesus. BLAKE!!!” She screamed, while my cock fucked her.