by Marni Mann
She assumed I wanted to discuss business. That sounded about right, coming from her.
“Close the door behind you,” I told her. I slid my chair back, putting a few feet between the desk and me. “Now come here.” She walked into my office and headed toward the other side of the desk. “No.” I pointed at the spot in front of me. “Here.”
She positioned herself in the little space I had given her and pressed her ass onto the edge of my desk. She looked gorgeous, dressed in a tight black skirt and a top the same color as her eyes. Her heels made her legs look even longer. My eyes savored her sleek calves, her taught thighs; they slid up the height of her and lingered on her tits. Her scent hit me; it was heavier on the amber today, lighter on the brown sugar.
“You won’t need your tablet,” I said. “I don’t want to talk numbers.”
“Then why am I here, Derek?”
Her texts were full of confidence that she didn’t have in person. But beneath that leer were rings of desire that outweighed her sexual shyness. Her lust grew the longer I stared at her. I could almost taste it in the air.
I stood, towering over her, leaning my face into hers. I traced her plump, supple lips with my eyes, knowing the ones at the other end of her body were just as soft and glossy. “Because I need to taste you.”
I pressed my mouth to hers and slid in my tongue. Her flavor was as sensual as her scent. I couldn’t define it; I just knew I couldn’t get enough of it. She sucked on the end of my tongue and let me explore her mouth even deeper. Our bodies were inches apart, but I had to be closer. I dragged her to me until the only thing separating us was our clothes.
Her fingers found my belt, loosening the buckle as I pulled my mouth away. “Take off your skirt.”
“Here?”
I nodded.
“But won’t someone—”
“Take it off, Frankie. Now.”
She stared at me, hesitant, yet she pulled her hands free and reached behind her back to undo her zipper. It fell down her legs, and she stepped out of it. My arms moved to her sides, wedging her against me, blocking my view of her panties. I was eager to remove those, too. But first I needed more of her mouth.
I took control of her lips and cupped my hands around those perfect ass cheeks and lifted her onto the desk. I spread her legs wide, stood between them and felt the tips of her heels ride up and down my calves.
My dick was straining against my jeans, and shifting my hips wasn’t helping to release the tension. I knew if I touched the damn thing, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from driving it deep inside her. It wasn’t time for that yet, so it was safer to leave it just where it was and take the pain.
That wasn’t the only pressure weighing on me. I was quickly realizing that even though I’d kissed plenty of lips—more than I could have counted—they all tasted the same after a while, and it was hard to tell one set from the other…until I’d tasted Frankie’s. The flavor and texture of her mouth, the way her lips curved against mine. All of it was different.
After kissing them yesterday and again right now, I wanted even more.
I gripped her face between my palms and pushed us apart, taking in her eyes as deeply as I had taken in her mouth. What I had planned was as dangerous as my feelings for her.
I knew I should stop. I knew I should tell her to get dressed and walk her to her SUV.
But I couldn’t.
I slid down her body, pausing at her waist. She’d listened to the order I had written in the note and wasn’t wearing the panties I’d sent. Rather than wasting time to take hers off, I yanked from both sides, tearing the red lace straight down the middle.
“Oh God…” she breathed, her fingers reaching for my hair.
I brushed my beard over the inside of her thigh. “Have you been waiting to feel this?”
“Yes,” she sighed.
“What about this?” I licked the spot I had roughed up with my whiskers. Her scent had changed from sugar to coconut. Perfect.
“Derek…” She stared down at me, the look on her face telling me exactly what she wanted me to do.
“Yes, my pink ivory?”
“I want you.”
And I wanted her, so fucking much. But as huge as this would be for her, it would be something even more for me. I knew the warmth of her pussy; I’d been knuckle-deep inside it. Now I wanted to know how it felt against my tongue, how it tasted from the inside, how tightly it contracted under my mouth when she came.
“Lean back and put your feet on the edge of my desk.”
Her shoes clattered as they hit the floor and she curled her toes around the beveled edge, bent her knees and rested her back against the walnut surface.
She was completely submissive and waiting for me to do anything I wanted.
Damn…she was beautiful.
I got on my knees, meeting her pussy at eye-level, knowing there would be plenty of teasing once we spent a whole night together, moments that she’d scream at the top of her lungs before I gave her what she wanted.
There would be no teasing today.
I ran my tongue down the length of her clit. It hardened as I swiped it. Her stomach quivered, and her hands reached out for me. “Ahhhhh…” she moaned.
If lust had a flavor, that was what Frankie tasted like.
I lapped her clit, changing my speed every few licks. She rocked her hard knot against my mouth, and I could tell she was already so close to coming. I gripped her hips to steady her. This would unfold at my pace, not hers.
“Oh Derek…fuck.” She dug her nails into my scalp. I loved the pain she induced. It was punishment for what I was doing, where I was…where I shouldn’t be.
Even though I could taste her on my tongue, it still wasn’t enough.
I wanted it thick. I wanted it to coat me.
I stuck two fingers inside her and curved them so they reached her G-spot. I kept them fully submerged, swirling the tips around that sensitive spot. Her moaning turned louder, her breathing heavier. Her legs swayed as her tunnel clenched and unclenched.
It was tempting to keep this up, to increase my speed, to take her to that edge, then to slow down and let her fade back. I could do that for hours. But as much as she wanted to get off, I wanted just as badly to taste the cum that was going to gush out of her.
It was time.
I held her clit between my teeth and licked it from inside my mouth. Her hips instantly bucked.
“Derek, shit, I’m so close…”
I quickened my pace. “Then come for me,” I mumbled, my mouth too full for my words to be clear. My fingers continued circling her G-spot, and my tongue flicked as fast as it could. She let out a scream as I felt her contract around me. She became wetter and wetter, until her entire body began to tremble.
Last night, I got to see her face while she was coming. Now I got to see her orgasm up close, the peak and the long, drawn-out aftermath.
It was just as amazing.
I stayed on my knees, gently licking until she calmed. Then I pulled myself up and lifted her until she was sitting upright.
“That was…” She paused, trying to collect herself. “I’ve never had anything like that before.” Her hair was wild now. She reached up to tame it, but I stopped her. I wanted her just like she was for a moment—raw, feral; flushed. She was stunning. “I mean, I’ve had that before…but never like that.”
My dick throbbed even harder. I figured I wasn’t the first man to ever use his mouth on her, but I wanted to be the first who showed her how to reach a new level of pleasure.
Her hand cupped my chin, brushing my beard. Ordinarily, I would have stopped her from touching me, just like I did everyone else. This time, I let it go. “I’m all over you.” Her thumb ran over the wet whiskers on my cheeks, and she smiled bashfully.
I leaned in and kissed her. Her laugh told me she knew exactly what I was doing.
“Now that,” she murmured against my lips and pulled away, “I have never done.”
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sp; I brushed my cheek over her mouth. “Taste yourself,” I whispered. Her tongue weaved through my beard until she found my tongue and sucked on it, getting the last of what was on it. Her breathing turned heavier, her fingers crawled through the spaces between the buttons on my shirt. She wanted more.
I wanted the same. But not here.
And if I didn’t stop her, that’s what would have happened.
I captured her wrists in my hands and held them at her sides. Then I dragged my lips away. “You’re going to be late for your meeting.”
She nodded. “I am.” She glanced down and tried to twist them out of my grip. “Let me touch you.”
“Not now.”
“Derek, that’s twice that you haven’t let me do anything to you in return.”
“I will.”
She licked her bottom lip and pulled it into her mouth. “When?”
I dropped her wrists and reached for her skirt, handing it to her as I helped her off the desk. “Soon.”
“If I didn’t enjoy your surprises so much,” she said, stepping into her skirt, “I wouldn’t take soon as an answer.” She zipped herself up and finger-combed her hair.
I laughed, regretting that I’d given her the skirt back. When it came to Frankie’s professional life, she was in control of every aspect. When it came to me, she’d have to be satisfied with whatever I gave her—including my answers.
I stepped toward her. “Is that so?” Before she said anything, I took that sharp mouth of hers again. I wanted to taste her words on my tongue. I finally pulled away, and she nodded, so sure of herself. She thought she knew me…she knew nothing.
I slipped my fingers into her hand and led her toward the door. “You know…” she said, pausing as she looked at our clasped hands, “you told me I’d be begging you to fuck me in the ass. I may not be there yet, but I’m begging for you to be here.” She took the back of my hand and rubbed it over her pussy. Without any panties covering her, I could feel the contour, the silken soft skin...
It was almost enough to make me come.
I threw her back against the door, leaned my forehead into hers and said, “Is that what you want, Frankie—my cock deep inside your cunt?”
She blushed deeply. “Yes. It’s what I want.”
I pulled her into me. The sharp movement made her gasp. Then she smiled as I gripped her face and kissed her. Shit…that wasn’t enough, either. My nose grazed the length of her neck. I felt her pulse throbbing as I slowly moved across her chest. The sweat that covered her skin tasted as sweet as it smelled. “Patience.”
“When it comes to you, I have none.”
I exhaled over her skin. “That’s what I like to hear.” I reached behind her and opened the door. Her glazed eyes, her grinning mouth were so erotic I had to stop my hands from reaching for her zipper. “Now get back to work.”
“You too, Mr. Block.”
I shut the door, knowing this fiery piece of perfection was going to be trouble. I warned myself of that now.
But I knew I wasn’t listening.
ELEVEN.
FRANKIE
“ANOTHER DELIVERY,” Brea said as she walked into my office. Behind her was a messenger, carrying a box that was the same size as the last delivery. I signed my name and he placed it on my desk and walked out. Brea took a seat in one of the chairs, folded a leg underneath her, and smiled. “What part of your body is Mr. Block going to decorate today?”
“A bra to match the panties, I bet,” I joked.
“Someone’s found her voice! Not as speechless as you were yesterday.”
I was speechless yesterday. After leaving Derek’s office, I didn’t say more than a few words at my showing. I wasn’t able to—my mind and my body were far too consumed with what had just happened to concentrate on the apartment my other clients were viewing. He was doing something to me…and I was letting him. Was he changing me, or helping me release this inner need I never even knew existed? I realized my sex life before him had been sadly stale and simple. But the warmth he’d made me feel yesterday carried into today, and it didn’t feel as though it would be going away anytime soon. In fact, I wanted to head back to his office, crawl on top of his desk and have him do it again.
And again.
“Frankie?”
My eyes were aimed at the middle of my desk and focused on nothing. I blinked and looked at Brea. “Sorry…just thinking of something else.” I felt the flush as it rose to my face.
“Or someone else.”
“What? No.”
“You’re blushing. You really have it bad for him, don’t you?”
“I’m just warm, that’s all.” I reached for my scissors and sliced open the tape. There was a second box inside, wrapped and decorated with a bow. It held exactly what I had suspected: a matching bra as ornate and stunning as the panties.
“Wow…” Brea sighed. “Wait—he wasn’t hoping you’d wear these for him; he knew you would.” I tried to calm everything inside me that was fluttering. “And he knew that because…oh shit.” She pushed herself to the edge of her chair. “You’ve already hooked up with him, haven’t you?”
This was the moment I had feared would come. I didn’t want to lie to Brea any more than I already had. We’d always been so honest with each other. But regardless of my friendship with her, I was her boss in this office, and having a personal relationship with a client didn’t set a good example.
She giggled before I could say anything. “You little slut.” She picked up a paperclip and threw it at me. “I see the answer all over your face. When the hell were you going to tell me?”
I sighed, sinking into my chair, relief flooding me. “Thank God you finally know.”
“You’ve been wanting to tell me, haven’t you?”
“Yes—so badly. But I’m having the hardest time talking about this, Brea. It’s difficult even admitting it to myself.”
“You have a hard time talking about anything personal.” She pulled her chair closer and rested her arms over my desk. Her misty blue eyes were twinkling with excitement. “Tell me everything. You have to.”
“Shouldn’t we be doing this over wine?”
“I’ll go get some mugs…where’s that case Derek sent?” I laughed as the tension fell away a little more. “Seriously, start talking, Frankie. It’s too early to drink, even for me.”
“You know, you’re starting to sound demanding, like him.”
Her back straightened and her brows rose. “Demanding, huh?”
“As in…always in control.”
“Ohhhhh.” The look on her face told me she understood. “Damn. I love him even more.”
I sipped my coffee and explained everything that had happened with Derek over the past few days, from the flirtation and the incident at the gala, to our rendezvous at his office yesterday. With each bit of news, she shifted between reclining in her chair to leaning into my desk. “And now,” I said, pointing at the box, “there’s this.”
She looked at the bra again. “This isn’t just sexual. He has feelings for you.”
I shook my head. “No. He’s being cautious and sensitive because we have a professional relationship. I should be doing the same.”
Brea smiled. “You think that’s why he’s getting you off and making sure you’re completely satisfied? No way. If he didn’t have feelings for you, he wouldn’t have hooked up with you twice without trying to screw you, or sent you gifts and texts and emails.” Her tone shifted. “Frankie, he won’t even let you touch him.”
“I know. That part doesn’t make any sense.” I couldn’t hide my embarrassment when I’d told her that detail. It felt as if he didn’t think I knew what I was doing, that I wouldn’t measure up to whoever he’d been with before.
“Oh, Frankie. Dear, sweet, naïve Frankie.” I laughed at her description. “He doesn’t want you to touch him because he wants your encounters to be all about you right now. Pleasing you pleases him. He wouldn’t take the time to do any of this if he
didn’t want something more from you. He cares about you, girl; trust me.” Her thoughts contradicted Derek’s insistence that all he wanted was a physical relationship. “Don’t think about it so hard. Just go with it and see what happens.” She leaned in, as if what she said next was going to hurt. “Derek isn’t going to be another Reed. Things can change…you certainly are.”
The fact that I was even considering something with Derek proved her words to be true. She was right: I needed to stop thinking. I also needed to start working. My father would never come to trust me with his whole company if I didn’t grow my sales and expand the profile of Jordan International, and that’s exactly what would happen if I continued to dwell on this.
Brea stood. “I can tell you’ve reached your emotional limit for the day, and my phone is ringing off the hook, so I’m going to go.” She looked over her shoulder as she left. “Next time, don’t let this eat you up. Just come talk to me about it. Whatever it is, you know I’ve got you.”
I smiled. Again, she was right. “I do know. Thank you.”
Once she was gone, I lifted the bra and removed the note that I knew was underneath it.
To be worn with the panties. It’s almost as soft and as smooth as your pussy felt against my tongue…but not quite.
—D
His tongue…his beard…the way he had licked me to an orgasm. My body shuddered from the memory.
What was he doing to me?
And how would I ever be able to live without it?
***
“Hey there,” I said as Derek answered my call. “Do you have a second to talk?”
“For you, I do.”
I tucked myself into the corner of my couch and spread a throw over me, then lifted the glass of pinot noir off the end table. I looked toward the wall of windows, taking in the city’s twinkling lights, seeking the courage to follow through with what I had planned.
“I wanted to thank you for the bra. It’s beautiful.”
I hadn’t sent him a text or an email to thank him. I’d decided I wanted to call him instead. As much as I had tried to shut off my thoughts of him, and of us, I hadn’t been able to.