The Tycoon and his Honey Pot

by Sabel Simmons

  “Honey, I told you the day we met, that you were meant to be mine and I meant it. From that day forth you were the only one that mattered to me. I couldn’t get enough of you … I still can’t get enough of you. I have never been with the same woman more than twice and with you … every time is like the first time and I just want more and more. We made love twice the night before and in the morning … did you really think I would need someone else? God knows, Brooklyn, I only need you, I only want you!”

  She brought his hands to her lips and kissed his knuckles. “I’m sorry. It was just such a shock to see her draped on top of you. My mind just shut down and my heart stopped beating. I couldn’t breathe.”

  “Much like I felt when I saw you on that dance floor!”

  She blushed and swallowed hard. She glanced at him through her lashes.

  “I’m sorry. I drank two glasses of champagne on an empty stomach and it went to my head. Although … I knew Lucas would phone you … I wanted you to feel what I did when I saw your arms around another woman.”

  “Do you want to know what it felt like?” His voice turned harsh and his jaw was rigid.

  “It felt as if someone pressed on my chest, forcing all the air out of my lungs. My chest hurt as if my heart had been pulled from my body while still beating. I wanted to rip him apart … I needed … I needed to feel you … God, I wanted to climb inside your body I was so desperate to connect with you!”

  He pulled her down and hugged her against his chest.

  “I’m sorry I hurt you, my love. I lost my head for a moment and lost control.”

  He stroked her back and she drew back until she could reach his mouth and kissed him softly, rubbing her lips from the one side of his to the other. Her eyes were warm when they met his.

  “Yet you listened and heard me. I would never have danced and … flirted like that if I had not drunk that champagne. I am so sorry! More so that I ran off. I should have yanked that slut off you and threw her out the window!”

  He pulled her mouth up to his and kissed her deeply and passionately, igniting the fire inside her. She stroked her cleft up and down his rock hard erection and he growled. She was already on fire from having sat on his arousal and pushed back to sit upright. She took his shaft in her hand and slowly stroked over the round mushroom tip, rubbing the wetness already leaking out all over the tip. She positioned his shaft and lifted herself over him to slowly lower herself on his hardness, keening with every inch he filled inside her.

  He stroked her belly, watching his shaft disappear inside her hot sheath and his heart hammered inside his chest. It was the most erotic sight and he stroked over her mound to circle her clit when she started moving up and down. Slow at first and with the increased pressure of his strokes on her clit faster. He pinched it and she mewled. She threw her head back and rocked him harder and faster, her breasts jiggling with each thrust.

  He closed his fingers around her one breast and pinched simultaneous with his fingers around her clit. Brooklyn shouted his name in ardor as the pleasure intensified. Her face tightened in passion and she panted. Her hands gripped his hips and her nails dug in painfully as her groin tightened. She gasped when Mason slowly forced his forefinger inside her body next to his shaft. He turned the tip inwards and rubbed the bundle of nerves that triggered her ultimate pleasure. She screamed as pleasure so intense she nearly fainted ripped through her loins. She could only hold on, her lip caught between her teeth and she panted in agony.

  Mason increased the pressure inside her and she wailed. He thrust his hips upwards to lift her completely off the bed and let her fall back onto him. The next moment her whole body tightened and she screamed. Her thighs gripped him, her muscles tightened around his shaft and finger so hard he cried out. She milked him hard and pulled him deeper with every pull of her muscles around him. He pulled his finger out, gripped her hips and thrust desperately into her, lifting his hips high. He gritted her name when his orgasm ripped through him and he saw stars.

  Brooklyn still pulsed around him and she struggled to breathe. He kept thrusting even though he already emptied himself, but he kept going until she could breathe and she slumped limply over him. His arms folded around her and he held her so tight, she battled to breathe once again. She did not complain, rather just leaned tighter against him and tightened her muscles around his shaft still inside her and he groaned.

  The past two days caught up with them and they fell asleep almost immediately. When Brooklyn woke up the next morning, she was still draped over Mason with his arms around her. She lifted her head and looked at him.

  He looked so peaceful in his sleep and a slight smile seemed to be hover on his lips. She dropped her head back on his chest and closed her eyes again. She could not believe that she was still lying in the same position she fell asleep in, but content and delighted that even in his sleep, he wouldn’t let her go.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Brooklyn ran down the stairs humming a happy tune. It was a lovely summer morning and it was her birthday. For the first time in years she actually looked forward to celebrating her birthday. To share it with the man she loved. Her smile withered slightly.

  Her day would have been perfect if he loved her too. But he never said anything about love. It was always wanting and needing her. He made her whole and was the master of her body. He could play her like a guitar and had complete control over her body’s responses and reactions. She sighed in resignation; she would learn to accept only that. It was enough that he was in her life and he was hers.

  She walked out to the patio and smiled when Mason turned to her, letting out a loud wolf’s whistle.

  “Woman, you turn my blood to boil every time you wear those ridiculously tiny shorts. And those breasts jutting out at me, begging to be sucked …”

  “Mason!”

  “Well, it is the truth! I don’t know how we will get through breakfast without me taking at least one taste!”

  She shook her head and chuckled. He did love her breasts and would stroke and lick, kiss and suck them even after they made love. Sometimes when they sat watching television in the den, he would take her top off and start kissing and sucking them, just taking enjoyment in her taste and feel in his mouth.

  Her panties turned wet just thinking of his mouth on her breasts and she walked into his embrace. He hugged her and kissed her tenderly.

  “Happy birthday, my love. I am so happy I can spend this day with you. Unfortunately, you will have to wait until tonight for you gift.”

  He chuckled when she pouted and pleaded with him to give it to her. He rapped her on her nose.

  “No, honey pot of mine, tonight … which by the way, I don’t recall if I told you … we will be celebrating your birthday here … along with our families and friends.”

  She looked up at him, a blinding smile on her face. “A party? You arranged a party?” He nodded and she jumped into his arms, wrapping around him like a vine. She kissed him all over his face and ended with a long, slow kiss on his lips.

  “You are the most wonderful man, ever! Thank you!”

  He smiled at her joy and groaned when her nipples brushed his chest. He reached up and pulled her top down over her breasts, baring them to his eyes. His lips closed over one hard nub and sucked on it hard as if curbing a desperate thirst. Her breast slipped out of his mouth with a pop and he immediately latched onto the other. He kept alternating between them and then buried his face between them, breathing deeply.

  He lowered her to the ground regretfully and very slowly pulled her top back up to cover her breasts. His grin was roguish and he winked at her.

  “Now, I have enough energy for the day.”

  Brooklyn was amazed that Mason made all the arrangement without her noticing anything. He arranged for caterers, music and even a dance floor to be erected next to the swimming pool. A beautiful white gazebo decorated with white and purple lilies, were also put up. Round tables and chairs covered in white linen were spread out
over the lawn with beautiful white and lilac lilies in the centers. She looked on in utter amazement.

  “How many people have you invited?”

  “A few.”

  She chuckled and shook her head, widening her eyes in question.

  “Probably two hundred or so.”

  “Two … two hundred? Mason? It’s only my birthday! It is too much!”

  He smiled and pulled her into his arms. “But it is a very special birthday, honey. It is our first birthday, together.”

  Her eyes burned with tears and she swallowed the lump in her throat. She smiled tenderly at him, stroking her hand down his cheek.

  “I love you, Mason Sheppard. So much!’

  He stiffened and his eyes darkened. He pulled her face up to his with his hands wrapped around her cheeks. He looked into her eyes for a long time and she wondered at the emotions flashing in them, yet sad that he did not respond. He lowered his head and kissed her, more deeply and tenderly than ever before.

  He turned her towards the house, a broad smile on his lips.

  “You better go and get ready, honey. Our guest will start arriving soon.”

  Mason froze when she walked in his direction from the house, where he sat next to the pool, already dressed in black slacks and a loose white shirt. It looked as if she floated towards him. She wore a long flowing lilac chiffon dress. It had spaghetti straps over her shoulders and hugged her breasts, but from there billowed out loosely, but molded against every curve with every step she took. Her face was perfectly made up in soft shades of purple and charcoal. Her tousled hair shaped her face and curled over her breasts. She wore amethyst and diamond earrings, which glittered in her ears. Silver high heeled strappy sandals enhanced her beautiful feet and she looked absolutely exquisite.

  He rose and took her hands in his. “Lord, Honey, you look absolutely exquisite. I don’t know how I will manage to keep my hands off you tonight!”

  She stroked his muscled chest, her lilac tinted nails racked a teasing trail over his nipples and he growled. Before he could say anything else, they heard the first of their guests arriving.

  Brooklyn was surprised at all the people Mason invited. Uncles, aunts, cousins nephews and nieces from both their families arrived en masse and she was the happiest she has been in a very long time. Mason did not leave her side once and held her close to him all the time; hugged and kissed her, unconcerned about everyone watching them.

  An hour into the party, he called everyone together and welcomed them to their home and how happy they were to share the day with them. His eyes fell on Brooklyn and he walked up to her, taking her hands in his. His eyes were warm when he gazed deeply into hers.

  “Honey, I can’t tell you how much it means to me to share this day with you. From the first day I laid eyes on you in those tiny shorts, I knew you were meant to be mine. I would not have let anyone or anything stand in my way … and I didn’t. Not even you.”

  She smiled and shook her head, then laughed when Michael piped up with, “If she wasn’t my sister and wore those shorts, I would have felt the same way! I hope you burned them already!”

  Everyone laughed and Mason nodded at Michael with a smile.

  “No … I think I’ll keep them for private viewing.”

  Brooklyn blushed and slapped him on his shoulder. He looked back at her and his smile slipped, his face becoming serious.

  “You are the only one I want and need, my honey pot. You make me whole. I cannot imagine my life ahead without you in it.”

  He dug something out of his pocket and dropped down on one knee. He took her hand in his and her throat closed and she battled to breathe.

  “Brooklyn Zita Hadley, I love you with every cell in my body. You are the other half of my soul, the one that completes me. Honey … will you marry me?”

  The tears coursed down her cheeks and she could not tear her eyes away from his burning into hers. The love for her for all to see, proudly shining in its intensity. She nodded her head and fell into his arms, their lips met in a bond of love, sealing their vow to each other.

  “I do love you Mason Sheppard. With all my heart, my body and my soul. Yes, yes, yes a hundred times yes! I will marry you!”

  He took her hand and gently pushed the ring on her finger and she gasped. It was one of the most beautiful rings she has ever seen. It had a broad band with a large Marquise shaped diamond in the center surrounded by baguette and round shaped diamonds. It fitted her finger perfectly and she clutched her hand against her heart. Mason couldn’t decide which shone the brightest, the silver eyes or the diamond on her finger.

  His eyes caught hers again and he lifted her chin to keep her eyes on him alone.

  “I perhaps need to clarify this a little more, my love. Now … will you marry me now … here … right now, at this moment?”

  Her mouth gaped open and she stared at him in wonder and joy.

  “Now? We’re getting married now?”

  “Only if you say yes, my love.”

  Her smile was beautiful, blinding in its joy and love for him and he caught his breath. Her answer whispered on the air to him and caught by those standing near.

  “I already did, baby! The first time you made me yours!”

  It was one of the most beautiful ceremonies I have ever attended. The bride looked absolutely stunning wearing a flowing and billowing, yet strangely figure hugging lilac chiffon dress. Her hair in a naturally tousled style whispered in the wind, wrapping soft strands around her grooms’ neck as he held her in his arm throughout the ceremony. The groom looked ruggedly handsome in black slacks and a loose white shirt. The love between these two was so beautiful, so real and so true it made you long for someone of your own to share something similar.

  The vows to one another were heart rendering and there was not a single dry eye to be seen. It is not always that a man proposes to a woman in one breath and in the next asks her to marry him right there and then. Who would have thought that the renowned Tycoon had so much romance in him?

  As much as it was a joyous day for the gorgeous and loving couple, it is a sad day for those ladies out there that chased after him for years.

  Yes, he got caught. Hook, line and sinker … and he grabbed the hook before it even hit the water! No man and woman could love and treasure each other more than they did on this day. They are beautiful together, they are in love … and now … I am starting to believe in happy ever after.

  It is a sad day for this tabloid writer, as I reported on numerous liaisons of his over the years and yes, it was me that reported on them the first time they appeared in public together. However, I now know his face will never grace these pages again, except on the arm of his beautiful wife. I give you, my avid readers, Mr. and Mrs. Mason and Brooklyn Sheppard.

  But never fear, all is not lost … there is still the roguish, handsome twin, Tiaan Sheppard, and he still roams the field like a wild stallion.

  Other books by Sabel Simmons

  Cayman Desires

  Love me if you Dare

  Payback Time Baby

  The Wildcat that tamed the Tycoon