The Unblocked Collection (26 page)

To keep my nervous mind occupied, I opted to check my email again.

FROM:
Block, Derek

TO:
Jordan, Frankie

SENT:
April 27, 10:41am

SUBJECT:
If you’re reading this…

You’re not relaxing enough. Turn off the phone, Frankie.

I laughed at his email. He didn’t know me at all, and yet…he knew.

Still, I did as he suggested, shutting off the screen and dropping it in my bag. It was something I hardly ever did for anyone, unplugging from the world, but so was getting into an SUV and not knowing where I was being taken, or spending the night with a man before we had even slept together. Work had to remain my top priority, but maybe taking a break once in a while and fully disconnecting wasn’t a bad thing either.

It wasn’t long after I finished eating and changed into the robe that I heard a knock on the door. I opened it, finding TeriLyn on the other side. “Are you ready, Ms. Jordan?”

I tightened the robe’s sash, closed the door behind me and met her in the hallway. “I am.”

“I’m going to take you to the service elevator so you have a bit more privacy.”

“That sounds great. Thank you.” My hotel issued flip-flops clicked with each step. My hair swished in the ponytail, thanks to the elastic I found on the bathroom counter, next to a brand-new hairbrush. There had even been a small bag next to the robe to hold my undergarments.

Either he’d thought of everything, or he’d made sure someone had.

“Your schedule, per Mr. Block’s instructions, will be a massage, seaweed wrap, facial, body scrub, manicure, and pedicure.”

“Wow. Is that all?”

She laughed. “Once you’re done with those, I’ll escort you to the salon where you’ll get your hair and makeup done.”

He’d scheduled the works. He really wanted me relaxed and pampered, which was nice. I needed it after so much worrying.

“What’s on the agenda after my makeup?”

“I’ll bring you back to the room to get dressed. Mr. Block will pick you up there at seven.”

Although I wasn’t certain, I had a feeling that room wasn’t where we’d be sleeping tonight. Derek had made sure I was settled and comfortable, but he hadn’t given me the best quite yet.

“Do you know what he has planned for the evening?” I asked.

We stepped into the service elevator. She pushed the button for the second floor. “Unfortunately, I don’t. But I’m sure it will be wonderful.”

Wonderful? Being in his presence was always
wonderful
in some way—exhilarating, satisfying and undeniably memorable. For the next several hours, I would have to somehow shut those thoughts off and enjoy the moment.

Because once he picked me up, my only moments would be filled with him.

DEREK

I HAD THE KEY
to her room in my pocket, but I knocked on the door anyway. I wanted her to know I was there, for her to be ready to see me and not in some compromising position where she was fixing her outfit or on the phone.

My knuckles knocked on the wood, and then I heard her heels click on the tile before the handle swiveled. Her scent slowly filled the air in front of me. It was stronger tonight, deeper. The door finally opened fully, and I let my eyes ride over every inch of her.

She was stunning.

Her hair was down, curled; gloss shined from her lips. Her dark makeup made her eyes even more seductive. She was dressed in the jacket, wrapped and tied around her narrow waist, with the black stockings, and a pair of enticing spiked heels. My boy had done well with what he had chosen. My hands clenched as though I were gripping the straps of her coat, yanking them apart, shaving that layer from her body. Even without the other surprises I knew lay hidden beneath, what I saw now was more than enough to satisfy. For the moment, anyway.

“You’re gorgeous,” I said.

She smiled at my compliment. “Thank you.” Her eyes left my face and traveled over my body. I hadn’t dressed up for the occasion; that wasn’t my style. If she was going to taste me, she needed my real flavor—jeans, boots, and a red flannel, like always…the ruggedness she would come to love when I was deep inside her pussy.

“I’m finally ready for our evening, Mr. Block.”

That spicy mouth. I wanted to shut the door, push her against the wall, and ravage those lips until they were too swollen to say another word. But if I touched her here, I wouldn’t be able to stop. A hotel hallway wouldn’t be the setting for our one night.

I reached out my hand. “Come here.” Her damp fingers wrapped around mine, a sign that told me she was nervous. I liked that. I wanted her to anticipate the unexpected, to be unable to plan for it.

I escorted her to a private elevator. The door slid open as soon as I hit the button. When we stepped inside, I pressed PH.

“We’re not leaving the hotel?”

I could almost see the questions swirling through that pretty head. “No. We’re not.”

She glanced down at her outfit. “That’s good. I was worried I’d get hot and wouldn’t be able to take the jacket off—”

“You’ll definitely be getting hot, Frankie.” She looked up at me. “And then, you’ll be getting naked.” She sighed and bit her lip, falling against the back wall of the elevator. Desire pooled in her eyes. She was giving me everything I wanted, like the good submissive fantasy I knew she would be.

“Soon, I hope,” she whispered.

I’d checked the suite beforehand to make sure it looked the way I had requested. The hotel staff had done an exceptional job and it was exactly the way I wanted it. So when the elevator door opened directly into the foyer, I kept my gaze on her face. I wanted to experience this through her eyes.

“Oh, Derek,” she breathed. “It’s so beautiful.”

Three walls of windows let in lights from the city that cast thin shimmering patches across her face. The flames from the flickering candles reflected across her gunmetal eyes. Now
that
was beautiful.

“You did this for me?” she whispered.

The suite was an open floor plan, shaped like a horseshoe. We stood at the base. The dining room and kitchen were off to the right; the living area, office, and media room to the left. The bedroom and bathroom were the only private spaces, tucked into a far corner. The bones had been done to my taste: natural wooden highlights on the ceiling and floor, and around each archway. I’d requested special furnishings be brought in for our evening and lit candles to be placed everywhere, and hired my decorator to change the décor to rustic contemporary, the same as my house in Portsmouth. Once the night was over, I promised the owner of the hotel, it would all be put back the way it was.

Everything would go back…back to the way it had been before I’d ever touched Frankie Jordan.

She’d stayed in nicer rooms; I was sure of that. But in here I was giving her a glimpse of me without taking her to my house or to a space where I had brought other women. This was where I’d planned every detail of Timber Towers, what had felt like home during the time I had stayed here. This suite was as close as it came to getting inside of me.

I led her to the dining room table, which was set with a dark cloth, bamboo mats, and clean, white plates under silver domes—uncluttered and masculine, just like I’d requested. She looked it all over, the fire from the candles showed the lust in her eyes. “You really know how to set a table.”

I pulled out her chair and pushed her in, then took my place at the opposite head. There would be no butler, no appetizers. Dinner would consist of one simple course. Dessert would be us.

“Eat,” I demanded. “You’ll need your strength.”

She lifted the metal lid off her plate and smiled. “It looks delicious.”

“So do you.” She blushed again as I removed the lid from my food and tried not to wolf everything down. I was hungry for much more than lamb and potatoes and I didn’t want to wait any longer than necessary, but I needed my strength, too.

“Derek…” Frankie put her fork down after only a few bites.

She walked over to me, and I put my hand in the air. “Stop right there.”

“I can’t wait anymore.” She ignored me, pulling my face into the middle of her jacket, dragging her fingers through my hair. She leaned down, her breath flowing into my ear. “Fuck me…please.”

“What?” I didn’t mean to speak, but this wasn’t how it worked, and it certainly wasn’t how I wanted things to play out. I was the one in control, not her. But hearing those words come out of that spicy mouth changed my mind.

She had asked for something we both wanted.

Without hesitation, I wrapped my arms around her waist and lifted her as I stood. She gasped from the sudden movement. Her body felt so good against my chest, so enticing, so ready for ravaging. “Is this what you want, Frankie?”

“Yes.” She crossed her legs around me as I pushed my cock against her pussy. “It’s all I’ve thought about. You haven’t let me touch myself…I’ve been wet for days.”

I kissed her. “I’m going to reward you for that,” I growled.

“I hoped you would.”

I held her cheeks, keeping her face steady so I could stare into her smoky gray eyes. “Are you sure about this?”

“Yes, Derek. I’m sure.”

Only one night, I told myself. I sure as fuck needed to make the most of it.

My hands remained on her face, but her lips were suddenly smothering mine. She tugged on my hair, bringing me even closer though there wasn’t any space between us. She was ignoring my authority and taking what she wanted…and I was letting her. And I was so fucking turned on because of it.

I rushed us into the bedroom as she clawed at my hair, at my back, dug her heels into my ass. I set her on her feet somewhere near the bed and tore my mouth away from hers. “Stay there.” I sat at the end of the mattress. She’d had her moment of taking charge. It was time for me to be in command again. “Now…take off your jacket.”

She tried to take a step toward me.

“I told you: stay there.”

Her teeth tugged at her lower lip as she reached for the ties that wrapped around her waist. Carefully, slowly, she unknotted them and undid the buttons. My dick had been firm from the moment she answered the door of her hotel room. But it was full-on solid now, banging to be let out of its cage as she dropped the jacket to the floor. I leaned back and sat spread-eagle, giving it all the room it needed to throb at the looks of her. It only made my balls ache even more. I knew it wouldn’t feel anything close to okay until I was inside her, pounding us both into a screaming orgasm…especially now that she had shed her outer bark.

She was exquisite in the candlelight, far more beautiful than I had imagined when I’d pictured her wearing this. The lace bra hugged the middle of her tits, allowing her nipples to poke through the fabric. Her stomach was flat and firm, her skin lightly tanned, the perfect narrowing as her hips spread outward where her panties cut across them. They sat high on her legs, revealing the gap between her thighs.

“This is all of me, Derek. Do I still measure up as your pink ivory?”

Hearing her say my words inspired a feeling I wasn’t ready for, something I wasn’t sure had stirred in me before. I sure as hell wasn’t going to tell her about it. “Get on the bed.”

She moved past me, pushing her ass out as she bent over and crawled onto the mattress. Her tits bounced and settled as she moved. I couldn’t wait to get my teeth around those nipples. She turned, lying flat on her back as I stood and walked to her side, unbuttoning the top button of my shirt.

“Let me do it,” she said, reaching for my flannel.

I stepped back. “Don’t move.”

She smiled and let her arms fall on the bed. “Okay, Mr. Block. If you say so.”

She may have been playing submissive, but the more I’d gotten her off, the more vocal she had become. She was unraveling, awakening, realizing what she wanted and demanding more of it.

And fuck if I wasn’t going to give it to her.

I couldn’t wait any longer. I undid the rest of the buttons as quickly as my fingers would move. Then I pulled my arms out of the sleeves and clutched my shirt in both hands, wringing the tension into it.

Frankie’s eyes grew wide. “Wow.”

My head tilted. “Wow?”

“Yes…
wow
. Had I known what you were hiding under that flannel, I would have pushed for this a lot sooner. I might even be growing to love that damn fabric after all.”

I knew I had her then.

She tried to reach forward again, but I stopped her. “Derek, let me touch you.”

I held her wrists above her head and leaned down so she could feel my words, not just hear them. “I give you what I want, when I want—my fingers, my mouth, my tongue...” My hand dropped to my zipper. I fisted the crotch of my jeans. “Even my fucking cock. Understood?”

I expected her to pull back, but her focus seemed to soften as her eyes traveled down my stomach and settled on my hand. I released the bulge so she could get a better look at my dick.