The Unblocked Collection (4 page)

His pale lips parted, his tongue skimming the corner as his eyes roamed my face. “I’ll be in touch.” Then his hands moved to the keyboard and his attention shifted to his computer screen.

That was my cue to leave.

It was such a short interview, probably the shortest I had ever been on. The most intense, too. Since he had only asked one question, it put so much pressure on my answer. And with such a stoic expression, I couldn’t gauge his reaction. I hated that.

I stood from my chair and grabbed my bag. “I look forward to your call,” I said as I walked out his door. When I got into the backseat of the SUV, a coffee and pastry bag was waiting for me in the drink holder. The smell of both made my stomach growl. I took a bite of the coffee cake and caught Norm’s eyes in the rear view mirror.

“They were just coming out of the oven when I got there,” he said.

I covered my mouth with the back of my hand. “It’s amazing.” I swallowed, wishing the bite had lasted longer. “I should have asked you to get me two.”

He lifted his hand into the air, holding a second bag.

“You didn’t?”

“I did,” he said.

“You’re the best. Thank you again, Norm.”

“My pleasure.”

Knowing there were probably several emails I needed to reply to, I pulled out my phone. There was a text from Brea on the screen.

Brea:
How’d it go?

Me:
He’s a hard one to read.

Brea:
A second meeting, at least?

Me:
He said he’d be in touch. I want this one. I REALLY want this one.

Brea:
Are you talking about the building or the builder?

Me:
You’re funny.

Brea:
Did you change into the red heels like I suggested?

Me:
I just rolled my eyes.

Brea:
You should have worn the red heels…

Me:
Go back to work. ;-)

DEREK

I WAITED
until Frankie was halfway to the door before I glanced up from my screen, just in case she thought of a last-minute plea. I should have known…that wasn’t her style—or mine. She was too sharp to take another stab, and I was a one-and-done kind of guy.

But her ass?

That would take longer than an interview to admire. It was something that needed to be held and squeezed. Worshipped. Those tight black pants showed off her fit figure, one that she treated well and worked out frequently. There wasn’t any unnecessary jiggle going on in the front, either. She had a natural perky handful—just how I liked them.

The way she’d described my building—texture and scent and flavor, how the sensuality of my design was making her salivate…fuck. She was talking about more than architecture. What she didn’t know was the interview was only half of the assessment. The second half was guaranteeing her ability to attract and close buyers. My agents weren’t allowed to use their pussy—that would get them terminated—but I had to know they were capable of portraying an appropriate level of passion and desire.

Frankie was, making her an asset to my company…and to me. She was acute and fierce, intriguing and stunning; her answers had captured my attention. It was rare that someone could compel me to look nowhere but at them, yet she had me hanging on every word that came through those delicious lips. Even though those lips were much looser than her tightly wound body. But that had changed once my hand touched hers. She stopped breathing, and her muscles weakened with lust. Had it been that long since a
real
man had been between her legs? Or maybe she’d never had a real man between them at all.

“If you leave right now, you’ll get there on time,” Will said from my doorway. “If you wait even a minute more, you’re going to hit rush hour.”

I grabbed the jacket and set of keys he handed to me. “If anything comes up, call me.”

“Even during your…
meeting
?”

Will was the first full-time employee I’d hired; he’d worked for me since the day he graduated college. That was seven years ago. He knew almost everything—including what this meeting entailed—which was far too much. But it was necessary in order to keep me focused.

And focused was what I needed to be when I met Tamra.

“Yes, even during my meeting.”

He typed into his phone. “I just texted you the address of the hotel where you’ll be meeting her.”

I walked past him, heading toward the garage while searching the directions on my phone. The timing of this meeting threw off my whole day. Tamra had scheduled it late last night, after some new, vital information had emerged. That was part of the reason I had Frankie come in so early. I was glad I did…having her ass in my head all day wouldn’t be a bad thing at all. It would give me something to think about while I was pounding Tamra’s.

“And Derek?” Will said from the end of the hall. I looked over my shoulder and kept walking. “About Frankie…wow. I knew she’d be hot, but I didn’t expect her to be
that
hot. She’s a force.”

I had to disagree. Tamra was hot, but that was a cheap description, for a cheap woman. There was nothing cheap about Frankie. She wasn’t hot; she was exquisite. She was pink ivory, the rarest wood I had ever gotten my hands on…though I hadn’t touched her.

Not yet.

“She only got better as the interview went on,” I said.

***

“The space Randy wants to buy is here,” Tamra said. Her finger circled the middle of her tablet, a screen that showed the breakdown of the lot lines. Her free hand reached underneath the back of her shirt and toyed with her bra strap. Her perfume didn’t ordinarily affect me. But from the moment I entered the hotel room, I’d felt like it was choking me—and not in a good way. “It’s in Hull, directly on the water. Depending on zoning, the pool will probably be rooftop, and every unit will face the ocean.”

“Six floors, three units per floor?”

Her eyes turned to my lips, silently begging them to kiss her. “You’re good.”

She already knew how good I was. I was just as ravenous when it came to my business, especially when Randy White was involved.

“I know the lot,” I said. “I looked at it a few months ago.”

“Why didn’t you buy it then?”

The reason was simple: zoning wouldn’t allow for more than six floors, and based on the price per square footage, it wouldn’t be a profitable investment. This proved they were both fucking idiots and how desperate Randy was becoming. If I told Tamra any of this, she’d convince him not to buy it. I wanted to witness his demise, not aide in his success.

“I wanted to save the space for you,” I said. “That lot will earn you quite the commission.”

She leaned forward, her nose skimming the bottom of my jaw. “Mmm.” Her tongue licked my whiskers. I wanted to tell her to back away, but I knew it would cut her off, and I couldn’t let that happen yet. “When are you going to let me start working for you?”

She already did. She just had no idea, and she wasn’t nearly smart enough to figure it out.

“I have a full-time agent. You know that.”

“Not for Timber Towers.” Her whine was so high-pitched, I almost covered my ears. “You’re hiring an outside agent for that building. Hire me instead.”

I wondered how she knew this. I hadn’t shared that information publicly. Will had scouted privately before he contacted the three brokers who he thought would be the best for our project. Frankie hadn’t had enough time to brag. It didn’t seem like her style, anyway; her portfolio did plenty of that without her having to breathe a word. One of the others had to have spilled. I’d have to find out which one it was.

“I need someone who’s affiliated with an agency and has the backing of a team of agents.”

“I can do that—”

My hands clasped her cheeks. “You know I take care of you…so stop.” It was my turn now. The tip of my nose grazed the length of her neck. That was one of my favorite spots on a woman. The ends of her hair brushing over my face, her breath so close, her groans vibrating under my lips. But with Tamra, I felt none of that. I felt nothing at all, actually.

“Mmm,” she moaned. “You do.” She unbuttoned her blouse and let it drop to the floor. Her bra followed before her hands found their way to my belt. Her hardened nipples taunted me. “Come take care of me now.”

She knew better than to take off her top and give me an order; that wasn’t how this relationship worked. When I was satisfied with the information she gave me on Randy, I would feed her my dick, but not a second before I was damn-well ready. Judging by the lack of movement under my zipper, I wasn’t even close to that.

“Did I tell you to strip?”

 She froze. “No. I just thought…”

“That’s the problem. You
didn’t
think. You know better than to disobey me.”

“But—”

“Drop your hands from my waist.” She could handle demands just fine; she just couldn’t handle my rejection. She wasn’t strong enough, and I’d end up losing her as a source so I had to give her what she wanted, even though not one fucking part of me desired to touch her. After some mental coaxing, my cock usually responded to her. But there was nothing happening down there now. Not even an urge for her to suck down my cum with those shiny, plumped lips.

There was a reason for that.

Regardless, I knew there was a way around this. It would just have to be enough for her. “Since you didn’t wait for my command…”

Her sigh had a twist of sex at the end. “Have I been a bad girl, baby?”

“Get on the bed. You need to be punished. Before your ass hits that comforter, I want it bare—pants, shoes, everything off.”

Her clothes fell away as she moved across the room. Now fully naked, she jumped onto the bed, crawling until she reached the pillows. She stayed on her knees, her ass pointed at me, her eyes glancing over her shoulder. They widened and narrowed, a silent plea for me to touch her. When that didn’t stir a response, she spread her cheeks, giving me a better look at that tight little hole of warmth.

I backed up until I reached the dresser, the only piece of furniture parked across from the bed, and leaned into it. “Turn over.”

She flipped around, her legs wide, heels pushing into the mattress. Her hands rested on her navel, fingers softly tickling her skin.

“Tell me how wet you are.”

Her pointer finger circled the outside edge of her lips. She was teasing herself, the same way I would have done if I were giving her my tongue. She briefly swiped over her clit before she plunged straight inside. “Sopping.” She continued to slide her finger in and out of her cunt, her head grinding into the pillow, her back arching. “That’s what you do to me. You make me so fucking wet.”

Her eyes were closed as I moved to the end of the bed and rested my knee on the mattress so she’d know how close I was. Her neck straightened. “Add another finger,” I said, our eyes meeting. “Slowly…very slowly. Or I’ll make you stop.”

She went knuckle-deep with her right index and middle fingers and dropped her speed by half. Her left hand rested across her double-wide landing strip, waiting to be ordered to touch her clit. I knew her body; this was the only way she’d have an orgasm: friction mixed with penetration. Before I allowed her that, I needed to get her bucking with need.

“All the way in. As deep as you can get them.”

Passion was building inside her eyes. If I were to wrap my cock and shove it inside her, it would only take a few pumps before her legs would be quivering around me. But nothing she was doing made me want to give her that—not her moaning, or her dripping fingers, or her need for me. None of it was enough to shake the thought of Frankie from my head, that fiery, fine-assed brunette with gunmetal eyes, and a spicy mouth.

“Close your eyes,” I demanded. “I want you to pretend your fingers are my cock and I’m pounding you.”

“Baby…” she groaned.

“Twist your wrist each time you pull out like I would do with my hips.”

“
Ahhhh!
” she screamed. “
Fuck!
”

“Now faster.”

Her toes bent as her heels dug into the mattress, her ass lifting off the bed every few seconds. Her breathing was labored. She wasn’t in control of what was happening inside her.

It was time.

“Touch your clit.”

“
Yessss
,” she hissed. A second scream shot from her lips as her fingers landed on the sensitive spot

“Rub it.”

She swirled over that hardened bud as her fingers dove and surfaced. I could smell the thickness of her arousal in the air. Her nipples were growing even tauter. “Fight off that orgasm that’s building inside you and just enjoy how fucking good this feels.”

“Let me come,” she begged.

“Show me how fast and deep you can take me first.”

Her hips lifted, giving me a better angle to see her pussy. Her wetness coated her fingers and the inside of her thighs. The outside of her hole clenched around her knuckles. The sloshing-plunging-screaming made one hot fucking noise. I could practically feel the heat and slickness on my cock.