Chasing Paradise (Chasing Series #3)

by Pamela Ann

  Adriana glanced at the amount of alcohol I had in my glass before reverting back to me. “An hour and a half. Do you want me to ring for your driver, sir?”

  “As soon as possible. Take one of the drivers with you as well. I’ll meet you in the hotel lobby in an hour’s time,” I muttered before I annihilated the burning liquid.

  Tonight was going to drag. I could already feel what kind of headache it’d be.

  Three hours later, I was more than pleased when I was proven wrong. Rochas had thrown an impressive party for thirty or so business associates. We were on his beach property where we had been provided excellent delicacies, outstanding, skimpy-clad waitresses and exceptional Cuban cigars.

  Adriana leaned closer, whispering into my ear, “I’m glad you’re starting to enjoy the night, Mr. Knightly. You work too hard. It’s good to see you relax.”

  I glanced at her sideways. “I wasn’t being a grump all day, was I?” I get so consumed sometimes by my worry for Sienna that I forget my manners most days. It was not what I wanted to achieve, most especially with the people who’d dedicated their working lives to me.

  “A little, but it’s okay. You’re the boss. You’re allowed to be a grump.” Adriana laughed, blushing as she admitted the truth.

  “Well, I give you permission to remind me when I’m being one. My personal life shouldn’t be dragged into the business arena.” Grandfather would be aghast if he knew. I needed to get my act together.

  Adriana raised her brow, challenging. “You sure about that? As long as you promise not to fire me after, then I would be more than willing to do that.”

  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 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 t
o 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.

  Her body bobbed and bounced with each slam of her hips, before I gripped the tie tighter and pulled on it, making her head lean towards me, her beautiful back arched in a curve while my hand steadied it, grounding it down on the table. “Whatever you’re thinking. Whatever you’re going to do, about to do.” I groaned against her ear, fucking her harder. “Always know that this man is yours. The heart that beats inside this body only ever knew one woman. The cock that’s slithering inside you, maybe have been around, seeking gluttonous pleasure—but once you claimed it, it has never cheated.”

  Each stroke of my shaft wrapped and enveloped in her wet tightness gnawed into me, even sex it seemed, was not enough any longer. Don’t get me wrong, it’s still exquisite, but the extra pizzazz that I got from it back in the day was no longer apparent. That bewitching magic I used to get from one woman, no longer provided me with it…because I was having massive doubts…about her. Our future. Our love.

  She may feel or believed she loved me right now, but the true test was going to happen the moment Matthews leaves and heads out back to America. Somehow, I wasn’t feeling all too hopeful.

  Those last few words burned in my mind as I thrusted into her like I was trying to make a point. It was harsh, demanding and volatile. When I felt the quick treble and the heady rush of my orgasm rearing, I swiftly pulled out of her pussy, before I speedily buried my length into her ass.

  Sienna whimpered in pain, nails scraping on the varnished desk. “FUCK!!!”

  “Feel my pain, cara. Magnify this into infinity, maybe then you’ll get the depth of it.” The words were gritted out with agony, as the tightness of her caught up with me. “I.” I grunted out, pounding harshly. “Love.” I wretchedly breathed out, closing my lids when I felt the first spurt of my seed, burying it deeply into her. “You,” I whispered on the base of her spine, feeling empty.

  If it were possible to love her any less, I would’ve done so. I wished I had the power to do that, and then maybe it wouldn’t be
so painful to be in my shoes.

  Heaving, I slowly pulled out of her, watching her gorgeous face with her eyes shut, oblivious to the hell I was going through.

  With little pride I had left, I pulled my pants up and strode into the annex apartment, needing to change and shower, but most especially—needing space.

  Fifteen

  Blake

  It took Sienna approximately fifteen minutes to follow me into the adjacent suite. She was back into her trench coat, looking cautious as she eyed the place.

  It was then when she saw her portraits. The ones Chad took for his exhibition.

  Her eyes were as big as saucers. “It’s all me!” She screeched, lips parted.