The Tycoon and his Honey Pot

by Sabel Simmons

“It is not funny, Mason!”

  “Ahh, love … I also have a love for ice cream. I would love to lick it from your body … slowly and from every nook and cranny. I am going to phone Liza in the morning to stock up the fridge. I am definitely going to indulge in some tomorrow night!”

  And indulge he did. He dropped blobs of ice cream all over her body, spread it over her breasts, even her clit and licked and ate it off with slow deliberateness, driving her crazy, making her plead, cry and beg for more.

  Chapter Fourteen

  “So, now that your … floozies are coming out of the woodwork, you want to get rid of me!”

  Brooklyn rose from the chair and stood in front of Mason’s desk with her fists in her sides, her eyes flashing daggers at him.

  He gaped at her. “Honey, I thought I have proven to you by now that I need only you.”

  “Really? And I suppose if the exquisite little redhead lover of yours walked through the door, you would not drool, like Michael did, just thinking of her?”

  His eyes widened, amazed at her obvious jealousy she did not even try to hide. He grinned and leaned back in his chair.

  “Well … if she wore a tiny mini skirt, I might notice her legs … Brooklyn, come back here!”

  He chuckled when she stamped her foot and stormed to her office. Just as he started to rise to follow her she stormed back in and glared at him from across the desk.

  “You did not even deny it!”

  “Deny what?”

  “When I said redhead lover!”

  “Ex, Brooklyn and not even that. It was just one night.”

  “A whole night?”

  “Why does that matter?”

  “Just answer me!”

  “No.”

  “No, you refuse to answer or no to the question?”

  “No to the question.”

  She stared at him, her eyes glittering and pointed her finger at his chest, but swallowed what she was about to say, when the phone on her desk rang. He listened to her murmured voice and shook his head smilingly when his phone buzzed. He groaned when her Iceland voice crackled thinly in his ear.

  “It is your redheaded lover on the line, Mr. Sheppard!”

  “I don’t want to tal … Sheppard!”

  He snapped when she put the call through anyway. He winced when Clarissa’s sultry voice coo’ed in his ear. Knowing Brooklyn listened in the other office he kept his responses non-committed, but friendly. Not wanting to rock the boat more than it already was!

  “I am sorry, Clarissa. Unfortunately I am very busy this week. Maybe some other time.”

  He ended the call soon after that and went looking for Brooklyn immediately. She was typing a report and her fingers slammed on the keyboard. She speared him a flashing glare, but ignored him further.

  “What more do you want from me, woman? I am not meeting her!”

  “Maybe some other time? That’s what you told her … maybe some other time! Leaving the door wide open! Obviously as soon as you’ve kicked me out this door!”

  He groaned and threw his hands in the air and went searching for Tiaan. Maybe it would be easier having a normal discussion with him!

  When he walked back into her office, she seemed even angrier and handed a wad of messages to him with a stiff arm. His eyebrows rose.

  “Since when do you write down messages for me on slips of paper?”

  “Since I got tired of warding off all your floozies! What happened? Did they all see your photo in the magazines and remembered what a hot date you were?”

  He glanced at the messages and cursed. Two were from previous Business Associates, one from Adrienne Mannis, the hotel Heiress and another from an old school friend of his; all with sexy connotations in the messages. He flushed, but could not stop the chuckle that escaped his chest. She flung a pencil at him and he ducked, then froze when a throaty voice behind him drew him around.

  “Mason, you naughty man. Why have I not heard from you since our conference in Washington last year?”

  Brooklyn’s anger sizzled behind him and he was caught in a quandary. Deidre Watts was an important customer of theirs and he could not be short with her.

  “Deidre, I did not realize we had a meeting?”

  She laughed throatily and hooked her arm around his.

  “I actually have a meeting with Tiaan, but I thought to just drop in and have a quick cup of tea with you, if you have the time?” She looked at Brooklyn and smiled at her. “Surely your assistant will be able to open you diary for short while?”

  Brooklyn ignored him and smiled at the beautiful brunette draped on Mason’s arm.

  “Of course … as long as you need! Would that be two teas then?”

  Her eyes glittered like shards of ice when they clashed with his and he nodded resignedly. He loosened Deidre’s fingers around his arm and waved her into his office, deliberately leaving the door open.

  Brooklyn brought the tray with tea and plunked it down on the table between them where they sat on the wingback chairs facing the window. She turned and walked out without offering to pour the tea, her back as stiff as an ironing board.

  Deidre sniffed and said wryly. “Good help is hard to find these days. Shall I?”

  He nodded and wished Tiaan would by some miracle, come to his office so he could take her away. Brooklyn was wired so tightly he was worried she would snap. The timing could not have been worse; choosing today of al days to tell her, her days of being his Assistant was over! He spoke to her about finishing her studies full time and to replace her with someone else at the office. He did not understand why all these women chose this week to start chasing him again.

  The minute Deidre left he grabbed Brooklyn by her arm and dragged her into his office and locked the door behind them. He drew her into his arms and looked at her with fervor gleaming in his eyes. She held herself stiff and away from him and he became annoyed. She had no reason to doubt him. He has not shown any interest in any woman since he met her and he felt she was totally over reacting.

  “Enough, Brooklyn. Deidre is a customer of ours, a highly rated one and I had no intention of alienating her. And no, I have never slept with her, or had sex with her! For goodness sake, honey, I am thirty five years old and I never claimed to have lived the life of a monk!”

  “That much I have noticed!” She huffed and folded her arms over her chest, pushing him a little further away.

  He sighed and tried again. “None of them meant anything to me, I already told you that.”

  She pulled out of his arms and reached for the key in the door.

  “Brooklyn … you know what I want when I lock that door. Don’t even think of touching that key.”

  She swung around and snatched at him.

  “I will never willingly drape myself on that damn desk again! You are a hypocrite, Mason! I am not even allowed to work on assignments with a school friend of mine, but you have all these … these …!”

  She waved and stamped her foot. She winced at the glitter in his eyes. Damn, she should know better than throw a challenge out at him!

  “You will not deny me, honey. You have given me a painful erection flouncing your breasts in my face with your jealousy the whole morning, and you will ease it.”

  “That is your problem! You obviously pounded your erection through all of … NO! Mason …!”

  “Pounded Brooklyn? Is that a request?”

  His hands clamped around her upper arms like steel bands and he pulled her up against him, his breath pure heat against her lips. She whimpered, but she triggered his anger and he turned towards the table with her in his arms. His eyes flashed his demand down at her and loosened his hands around her arms.

  “I will not spread my legs for you!”

  His grin was cocky and nasty.

  “Spreading them is not a requirement, honey. For … pounding … keeping them pressed together will be so much more pleasurable!”

  He spun her around and she stood facing the desk, her insides hea
ting up at the promise in his voice. She straightened her back, mutely refusing his command.

  “Brooklyn … do you really want to defy me … now? With all those open invitations on my desk?”

  She gasped and nearly turned around and slapped him. He never undressed her, always just hitched up her skirt and took her, so she knew that is what he wanted again. She refused to bent over on that damn desk again, and here she was about to do it again … she’d be damned if she’d make it that easy for him. She reached up and quickly unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it off slowly, then unclipped the front clasp of her bra and slowly pushed it off her arms and dropped it on the desk, smiling when his breath caught in his throat. Next she pulled the zipper of her skirt down and very slowly smoothed the skirt down her legs, bending over with her legs straight. She bumped into his rigid shaft that strained against his pants and pulled it off and added it to the pile on the desk.

  She hooked her thumbs in the strings of her panty at the back and wiggling her hips, shimmied out of her G-string, bending and bumping against his fully erect arousal to pull it over her feet. She straightened and smiled when his breath hissed rapidly from his chest. She took a step back until her back was flush against his front and rolled her head back on his shoulder. She raised her one arm to stroke his neck and wiggled her bum hard against his straining arousal.

  His hands wrapped around her waist and he pulled her tighter against him. His lips locked on the pulsing vein in her neck, sucking hard at the soft skin and she moaned. She dropped her head further, allowing him full access to mark her to his content.

  She moved her hips back and forth against his and felt rather than heard the low growl rumbling in his chest. His hands moved over her ribs to cup her breasts, plumping and kneading them and her breathing increased. When he flicked his fingers over her already extended nipples she moaned and rolled her head on his shoulder. Her body was already on fire.

  His fingers closed around the hard nubs and he rolled and pinched them relentlessly drawing gasps of pleasure from her lip. Heat rushed down her body and she felt the wetness slipping from her sheath.

  “Give me your mouth.”

  He growled in her neck and she turned her head to offer him her lips. She mewled in his mouth when he pulled at her nipples the moment their lips met. It was a heated kiss, teeth gashing, tongues sparing as they drew deep from each other, Mason’s control slipped at the wanton and fieriness of her actions and her naked body in his arms.

  His one hand moved over her belly and rubbed urgently over her clit, then separated her weeping lips to thrust his fingers inside her heated channel. Her legs splayed apart and he plunged his hand as deep as it could go, exulting in her body thrashing against his hand.

  “Good God, Honey, you are so hot … so damn wet!”

  He pulled his pants open and pushed it down to his knees, wanting and needing to feel her naked flesh against his. He breathed urgently in her ear.

  “I need you … now, Honey.” He pushed her gently forward until she was bent over the desk, her face flushed with need, spreading her legs. He stroked and kneaded her twin globes; his hands folded over her legs and pushed them together. He positioned his aching shaft against her waiting sheath and slowly plunged inside, watching as her back arched backwards.

  Brooklyn gasped as he slowly filled every bit of space inside her. He has never felt so big, so tight inside her and she pushed her hips back against him, begging for more. Mason gnashed on his teeth, his shaft jumped inside her with every movement she made.

  “Please … Baby!”

  He leaned over and kissed her between her shoulder blades, then higher in her neck and whispered against her skin.

  “Do you want it, Brooklyn?”

  His promise of pounding her with pleasure flashed through her mind and she fisted her hands, then reached back and pulled his hips tighter against her. He ground his shaft deeper inside her, waiting for her answer.

  “Yesss ….”

  “Are you sure, Honey?”

  “Stop talking, Mason! Yes! Please!”

  He started moving then, as he promised, pounding into her with so much desperation and depth he touched her cervix. The friction inside her build the pressure so quickly she cried out at the intensity of it.

  “I can’t … stop now! Hold on, Honey!” Mason worried that he was hurting her but felt her inner muscles tighten around him so hard he shouted at the strength of it. She shattered on the desk in front of him. Her back arched in a tight bow and her nails cut into the soft skin of his hips where she gripped him.

  She screamed as the orgasm ripped through her body, tightening her groin and everything went black as she stopped breathing at the intensity of it. Stars exploded behind her eyes and she milked him, desperate to ride the climax out so she could breathe. He plunged into her so hard the slap of their skin as he pounded against her reverberated through the room.

  Brooklyn struggled to breathe and the climax kept clawing at her insides, the continued friction of Mason’s desperate rush to his own release kept feeding it and she felt faint. He thrust faster and harder, if that was at all possible. He shouted hoarsely as his climax shot through him from all the way up his legs to hit her cervix with so much heat and force, she keened as her climax tightened again and shot around his pulsing shaft.

  Mason’s legs crumbled and he pulled her down with him onto the floor, his arms crushing her against him. They breathed haggardly until their bodies cooled down enough to move.

  She hid her face against his shoulder, still breathing harshly, and wrapped her arms around his neck, holding on tight. She shivered and battled to get her body under control. Never in her wildest dreams would she have thought to find so much pleasure; what he just gave her, surpassed even those dreams. Even when he was this rough, he didn’t hurt her. Her sheath still pulsed as if he was still inside her and she whimpered.

  His arms tightened around her, knowing he lost control, praying that he did not hurt her. She kept moving on his lap, stroking her wetness against his semi-hardness and he groaned. She dropped her one arm, seeking his hand and when he folded his fingers around hers she pulled his hand between her legs, spreading them and pressed her aching cleft into his hand, pleading silently for more.

  He growled and thrust two fingers inside her and she thrashed against his hand, her head thrown back.

  “More, Baby! I need more!”

  He pushed another inside and twisted his hand to stroke her clit at the same time. He realized that her body was still so wound up because of the way and intensity he took her with. She still pulsed around his fingers, milking and drawing them deeper. He kept thrusting, tipping his finger inward to catch the bundle of nerves deep inside, triggering a helpless scream and watched her beautiful body straining against his hand, her breasts bobbing with every thrust. She started keening, thrashing faster and she bend over his arm curved behind her back, her breasts jutting upwards. His mouth swooped down and clamped around a nipple. He sucked and pulled it hard and deep into his mouth and she shattered in his arms. Her sheath tightened around his fingers and her breath snagged in her throat. He bit down on her nipple and she screamed; throwing her hips higher against his hand as her climax intensified with the added pleasure.

  He brought her down tenderly. He stroked and kissed her heated skin and cursed when she asked with a wobbly voice.

  “Are you going to do this to your new assistant too?”

  He pushed her off his lap and drew her upright. He pulled his pants up and picked her up to carry her to the bathroom where he cleaned her. He ignored her frustrated complaints that she could do it herself. When they were both clean and dressed he drew her with him back to his office. He turned and took her face between his hands, his eyes nearly as black as coal and he looked deep into her smoky silver ones.

  “Brooklyn, I can honestly say that I have never had a single sexual experience that gives me as much pleasure and satisfaction with any of the women I’ve been with as I d
o with you. You absolutely blow my mind every time I take you. I have no desire to have another woman in my arms, and most definitely no desire to make love with anyone else but you. You give me more than I could ever have wished for. I need only you. Do you hear me, honey? I. Need. You.”

  He kissed her tenderly and she held him close to her heart.

  “Then why? Why are you chasing me away?”

  He chuckled wryly. “I kept you here because I was livid with your deceit and I wanted to punish you. Actually, I wanted you where I could keep my eye on you all the time and what just happened is the why, my love. I am over my anger … my intended punishments … you have turned it into ultimate pleasure and now it is all I can think of and I want you all the time. You, my beautiful, sensual, wanton Honey pot, are too much of a distraction and I am losing focus on my work.”

  She blushed and smiled at him.

  “Besides, Michael said to continue part time will take another ten months. Ten months do not fit into my future plans for us. Tiaan and I already agreed we will offer you the year’s Internship you need here with us. With our growth, we require an Industrial Psychologist on a permanent basis and it is in our growth plan for next year already. The job is yours if you want it.”

  She stared at him, gaping air like a fish on dry land. She swallowed and frowned, remembering what he said.

  “What do you mean it doesn’t fit into your future plans?”

  “Curiosity killed the cat.” He smiled, rapping her on her nose.

  “You’re not angry anymore? Does that mean you will let me explain?”

  “I’m not sure it matters anymore, Honey, but yes. Tonight.”

  “Please believe me, Mason. I never planned to lie to you, it just sort of … happened. I have never reacted to a man I did to you on first sight and I didn’t know what to make of it. It was more than the physical reaction it was … intense and touched my soul.

  Madison snuggled against his side and slipped her leg between his to rub her heated apex against his thigh. He gripped her thigh and growled.

  “Behave woman. You’re the one that demanded to tell me now, so none of this rubbing and grinding against me!”