The Unblocked Collection (40 page)

“What is it that you want?”

I led him to my desk and sat him in my chair. “Can I show you?” I waited for his nod, then I kneeled on the floor, tugging at the button and zipper of his jeans. I pulled his dick through the hole of his boxer briefs.

“Jesus, Frankie.”

“No?”

His fingers wove into my hair as his palm held the base of my neck. “Yes. Hell-fucking- yes.”

He was already fully erect…my mouth watered as I looked at it. The open windows allowed me to take in every detail, every beautiful inch, every pulsing vein. The bead of pre-cum gleamed on the tip. I licked it off and swallowed it.

“That fucking mouth,” he hissed as I licked over his wide ridge. He held my head to maintain control, even as I worked him deeper between my teeth. “Shit, Frankie.”

I covered the top of his shaft and swiveled around to the backside. My hand cupped his balls as I gently rubbed them around in my fingers. The last time I had given him a blowjob, he’d tied my hands so I couldn’t pump him and suck him at the same time. I did it now, holding the base of his shaft while wrapping my lips around his crown.

“Milk it, baby.”

I dipped my lips farther down, taking as much of him in as I could without gagging. As my mouth lowered, my fingers twirled around the base of him, my knuckles then sliding upward to meet my mouth. My spit dribbled down my palm, matching the slickness of my tongue.

Derek’s grip tightened, fisting a handful of my hair, directing me up and down his dick. “Fucking milk it,” he grunted. I let him feel as though he were leading me, but I wanted this probably more than him and to know I had the power to make him feel good. And when his cock banged against the back of my throat, I wanted him even more—more of his flavor, more of his skin, more of his cum.

I wanted to swallow his orgasm.

“You keep this up, and I’m going to come.”

“Mmm…” I grumbled.

My hand pumped harder and faster, and when my mouth reached his tip, I sucked as deeply as I could. His hips moved with me, moaning with every stroke, every suck. “I’m warning you now; if you don’t want my load in your mouth, then you’d better stop.”

I just kept on sucking, my hand sliding all the way to his base, his shaft getting slicker as more of my saliva fell over him. When he stopped moving with me, I felt a change in his dick.

“Oh, fuck…
oh fuck
…” He was there, so I kept my lips around the tip and sucked even harder. “Take it, baby.” Then he squirted into my mouth, a long, hot stream that coated my tongue and splashed against the back of my throat. “Take it all.” A second stream shot in, then a third. The sounds he made were the same ones as when he was inside my ass, gripping my face with the same intensity as I had dug my fingernails into his shoulders.

I pulled back and sucked the cum off my tongue, swishing it around a bit before swallowing it down. As I did, my eyes never left his hard, passionate gaze. While the warm fluid ran down my throat, I tucked him back inside his boxer briefs and zipped him up.

He said nothing.

I stood only halfway before he grabbed me and pulled me onto his lap, wrapping his arms around my waist and covering my lips with his. “You’re amazing…that fucking mouth is amazing.”

I smiled, took his hand and led him to the door. Our experience in my office mirrored the one we’d had in his, when he’d summoned me and licked me on top of his desk. It seemed that I was returning the favor.

“Things with Hayden shouldn’t take all night.” He sounded calm, relaxed. No commands, no insistence. I liked this side of him.

“So what are you saying?”

“I’m saying…I’d like to come to your place when we’re done.”

Neither of us knew what time that would be, and I didn’t want to miss the call from downstairs in case I was sleeping. “I’ll put your name on the list. They’ll let you right up.” It was a big step, one I wasn’t sure I was entirely ready for. But it was the next logical step. “I may be sleeping.”

His lips pressed on the edge of my ear. “I hope you are so I can wake you with my tongue…” I moaned, the dampness between my legs growing. “And you’ll be getting hours of it as a reward for how good you’ve been to me today.”

I leaned back and met his eyes. There was a pang of need that made me want to leave this office and take him home right now. But the wait would make it all the more enticing.

“I’ll see you later,” he said, kissing me one last time.

I watched him walk out the door and say good-bye to Brea before he disappeared down the hall. Brea watched him too, then looked at me. “Good fucking God.”

“I know.”

“I was talking about you, too.”

I winked. “I know.”

She leaned on her desk. “Before we talk about what just happened…your dad called while you and Mr. Block were locked inside your sex cave. He wants to see you—right now. I made up an excuse to buy you a few minutes, but I suggest you get your hot ass down there.”

“Oh, shit.” I ran inside my office and took out my mirror, checking my hair and makeup. I flattened the strands Derek had frizzed, cleaned up my smudged eyeliner, applied more gloss so I’d look a bit more presentable and walked to his office. My father would be the first person to call me out if I wasn’t completely put together. He liked perfection—he believed in nothing but.

“Come in, Frankie,” he said. His door was already open and I stepped inside. “Take a seat.”

I felt exposed, like he knew I’d been less than professional only minutes before. I tugged the bottom of my skirt to lengthen it as I sat and crossed my legs. We normally had our business chats first thing in the morning, at least an hour before any employees arrived. It was rare that he called me into his office mid-day. There had to be a problem with one of the agents. I was surprised I hadn’t heard about it…

“Let’s get right to it,” he said, leaning back in his chair and resting his foot over the other thigh. His hands made a steeple under his chin. “The doctor has given me no choice but to step back a little. Because I need to spend less time here and less time focused on work, someone needs to take on more responsibility. I’ve designated that person to be…you.” His chair swung back and forth. “I’ve given great consideration to which division I intend to hand over to you, and I’ve come to a conclusion…” He paused as though this were a game show, as though it had taken only a few right questions to get
here
.

But getting here had taken me more than half my life.

Jordan International was divided into three divisions: residential, commercial and leasing. My sales were solely focused on residential, but I was involved in all sectors as was my father. For him to choose a division meant I wasn’t good enough to oversee all three…

I tried to focus on the moment as much as possible.

He picked up the silver pen lying on his desk and tapped it against a stack of papers. I held my breath as his mouth opened. “I’m giving you the residential division.”

If I had to choose one, it would have been that; the most demanding of the three, the one I’d been prepping for since I had graduated college. I wanted to scream, but it wasn’t appropriate—not in this office, and certainly not in front of my father.

“You’ve done well, Frankie. Extremely well, in fact. You’ve put all your attention on Jordan International, looked out for the company’s best interest. You’ve put your job before yourself for nearly your entire adult life, which is exactly what I would expect from a CEO.” Compliments from my father were rare, so I listened intently, taking it all in, relishing in this dream that was finally coming true. “I’ve never seen anyone sacrifice quite like you, especially since you broke things off with Reed. Landing Block Development was a significant highlight of your career. I wasn’t sure you were going to pull it off; I’m incredibly impressed that you did.”

Block Development.

Derek.

I clamped my fingers tightly under the edge of my chair, a stab of guilt gnawing at me.

“I heard Derek was in the building today…signing off on the two offers, I assume?”

I ran my tongue across my teeth. I could still taste him in my mouth.

Instead of presenting the offers to Derek, having him sign off or counter, I had sucked his dick. Was that something a dedicated employee would have done? How much had I really sacrificed if I was giving my biggest contract a blowjob in my office?

Who had I become?

Only one thought occurred: Julia.

I’d become
her
.

“No, he hasn’t signed off on the contracts,” I said.

“I trust you have everything under control.” I just nodded. “I was hoping you’d bring him by so I could finally meet him. I expect you’ll make that happen soon.”

“I will.”

“Good.” He pushed the stack of papers toward me. “The transition is going to take place in stages. If you continue to prove yourself and grow the residential division, in six months I’ll hand over the leasing division, and six months after that, the commercial division. I had the attorney draft up an agreement to make it official, to keep it all documented and the terms outlined.”

The words on the first page were blurred from the tears I was holding back, but they weren’t from happiness…they were from the disappointment that was eating its way through me. I wouldn’t shed them in here.

I gathered the papers into my arms and stood. “I’ll review them and return them once they’re signed. Thank you. I’m honored, Dad. Truly honored.” It was all I could say at the moment.

He smiled. “You’ll make me proud—or prouder, I should say.”

I didn’t know how that was possible now.

I hurried to the door, but he called out before I could leave. “And Frankie? I may have given you the residential division because you worked extremely hard for it…but that doesn’t mean you should take it for granted. I can rescind the offer as easily as I’ve extended it. I expect the new responsibilities will inspire you to work even harder now and to sacrifice even more of your personal time. Am I clear?”

“Yes. Very.”

I couldn’t think under his stare, under the pressure of the guilt that boiled in my chest. I would brush my teeth, pour myself a glass of wine and, once I had a clear head, I would look at the terms…this legal agreement he felt he needed with his daughter.

“Take a few days to review it all,” he said. “We can talk about it when you’re ready, my girl.” His voice had suddenly lightened, a tone he didn’t frequently use in the office.

I smiled at him, then turned around again and headed straight for Brea’s desk. I grabbed her hand and dragged her into my office, shutting the door behind us.

“What happened?” she asked, taking a seat on the other side of my desk.

“Hang on a minute,” I told her as I pressed Anna’s number in my contacts.

“Hello?”

“Anna, it’s me and Brea. I have you on speaker phone.”

“Is everything all right, doll?”

“I wanted to tell you both this at the same time.” Brea’s brows raised; Anna stayed silent. “It happened.”

“What happened?” Anna asked. Brea’s eyes opened wide, and I knew she was thinking of something else entirely… something that included Derek.

Not that,
I mouthed.

“My father gave me the residential division.”

“Oh my God!” Brea squealed.

“Honey, that’s wonderful news,” Anna said. “I knew he would finally come around and give you what you deserve. Congrats, baby girl. I couldn’t be prouder of you.”

I stared at the stack of papers he’d given me and thought about what had happened in this office not fifteen minutes earlier. I’d kneeled, I’d sucked; I’d swallowed…my client. I couldn’t believe it.

Things had changed since Derek had come into my life.

I
had changed.

I shuffled through my appointments; I forgot to submit contracts. Aside from Block Development, I hadn’t secured any new clients—all because my mind was elsewhere. I wasn’t the woman my father had described, the one who sacrificed her personal life and stayed fully committed to the best interest of the company. The only thing I had been fully committed to was Derek’s dick.

I was a mess.

And I was in total fucking lust with Derek Block.

“Yes,” I said, “it’s very exciting.” The implications sank in. “It’ll put me in charge of a massive team of people, people who depend on my leadership and mentorship, who count on me for their jobs.” The guilt was rising into my throat, my eyes burning from still holding back tears. “He made it very clear that what I’ve sacrificed is nothing compared to what I’ll have to sacrifice when I take over. If these last few weeks have proved anything, it’s that I can’t have what I want personally and professionally at the same time.”

“Doll,” Anna said kindly. “Please don’t say what I think you’re going to say…”

I kept my eyes off Brea as Anna’s voice trailed off. I had told Anna very little about Derek the last time I was at her apartment, but it was enough for her to know I had feelings for him. “You two are the most important people in my life, and that’s why I need your support on this decision. I can’t keep moving in the same direction and still maintain control personally and professionally. It just isn’t possible.”

“Seriously?” Brea said.

“Yes. Seriously. I have to make a choice…” Brea shook her head and reached for my hand. I knew what she was going to say, what she wanted me to do. But this wasn’t up to her, and it wasn’t up to Anna. This was on me, and I had to do what was right. I had to do what was best for me. For my future.

“Whatever it is, doll,” Anna said, “you have my support.”

Brea nodded sharply. “Mine, too. Always.”

I turned away from her and took a deep breath. “Then I choose…”