Chasing Paradise (Chasing 3)

I gave a hearty laugh. Goodness, I wasn’t about to fire her when she was quite excellent at what she did. Her frankness had actually made me think that, since Luke was working his way up to a promotion, Adriana could be a great candidate for the next main assistant.

Thirteen

Sienna

A few days later, I got a text from Blake asking if I wanted to have dinner given that he would be in town that evening. Of course I responded that I was going to meet him; even if our relationship had been strained as of late, I wouldn’t hesitate to have a chance to see him.

It was my fault that things were strained. I knew that, although Blake had been a little more distant than normal. Neither did it help that he’d been trotting around with that Brazilian babe as his assistant, nor their easy relationship I had witnessed when I video called him one time.

By six, I was beyond ready to see Blake. I even took extra time and effort to look sexy for him. I knew he enjoyed my back, so I specifically wore a dress that didn’t have one. When I got a text from him, telling me that dinner was about to be cancelled, my imagination ran riot.

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 c**k 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.