Teasing The Tycoon, Book 1 (Tycoon Temptation Series, #1)

by Sophie Anthony

  TEASING THE TYCOON

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  SOPHIE ANTHONY

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  SOPHIE ANTHONY

  The TYCOON TEMPTATION Series

  Book 1

  Copyright © 2013 Sophie Anthony

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  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.

  Author contact:

  sophieanthonylove@gmail.com

  The TYCOON Series

  Sophie Anthony

  Book 1 – Teasing the Tycoon

  Book 2 – Tempting the Tycoon

  Book 3 – Taming the Tycoon

  Collection – Teasing, Tempting and Taming

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  TEASING THE TYCOON

  For a girl like Marilyn Love ten months without sex is like an eternity, so when she’s approached by a buff, handsome stranger her longing makes it hard to resist him. When his sexy baritone teases her senses she knows she is lost. Still, she fights it but when she meets him again and he takes full control she knows he’s just the kind of man to release her caged desires. And then she learns that sex with him is nothing less than mind-blowing! But there’s just one complication – a secret he doesn’t wish to share...

  Antonio Stone loves bold and assertive women and when he meets Marilyn Love he knows immediately that she’s the one. With curves in all the right places, his eyes could be forgiven for wanting a whole lot more. But he soon finds out he underestimated this buxom bombshell because in the bedroom she’s absolutely incredible. He’s prided himself on taking the lead but with Marilyn he learns that even an expert can get his mind blown in bed.

  Spicy romance, sizzling hot sex – the perfect combination...

  CHAPTER ONE

  “That red dress fits you well.”

  Marilyn paused in the fresh produce aisle, the bag of baby carrots in her hand, and turned to regard the man who had uttered the words. “Are you talking to me?”

  He gave her a slow, almost seductive smile. “Well, I don’t see anyone else in a red dress.”

  For a moment she didn’t respond, simply staring at him, taking him in. He was a looker, that she could not deny, with raven-black hair that curled at his nape, steel-gray eyes that looked like they’d melt her bones and a six o’clock shadow that made him look sexy as sin. Finally, she spoke. “Do you know who I am?”

  “I certainly do,” he drawled. “A most beautiful woman in a hot red dress. One I've had the pleasure of seeing a few times at the gym.”

  Marilyn blushed. She couldn’t help it. He was good. Damn good.

  But this was going nowhere. She knew that so all she did was nod her head. Then she gave him a bold stare. “Don’t aspire for what you can’t handle.” And with that she turned and headed for the cashier.

  On her way out of the supermarket Marilyn couldn’t help but look back but her arrogant admirer was nowhere to be seen.

  At the car she stole a glance at herself in the tinted glass of the side window. Had she really looked that good? She couldn’t deny that it felt good to have an unexpected admirer, in the produce aisle at that. Even after she’d put the bags in the trunk and gotten into the car, for several more moments she sat in the driver’s seat staring through the windshield, then a rude smile crept onto her face. No, she wouldn’t go there. With a shake of her head she turned the key in the ignition.

  But on her way home Marilyn’s mind continued to replay the conversation like an old tape recorder. To her surprise she found herself intrigued by the six foot plus, chisel-faced stud she’d just met. Just looking at him she knew he was a regular at the gym. She could just imagine his broad chest, tight abs, strong legs, muscled shoulders...

  She caught herself. Was she really daydreaming about her arrogant admirer? Was she that desperate? Well, she hadn’t had sex in months so, hell yeah, she was desperate.

  Determined to regain control of her renegade mind she turned on the radio. That did the trick and for the rest of the journey home she was lost in love with Air Supply.

  -—

  “Did you see that cross over move?” Marc threw a quick glance Antonio’s way.

  “W...what?” Jerked back to reality by his over-excited friend, Antonio’s response was an absentminded mumble.

  “Hey, what’s up, man? You’re not here with us. It’s like you’ve got the world on your mind.”

  “No, I’m okay. Just a little distracted, is all.”

  “Distracted? You’re distracted on a night like this, with your team, the Miami Heats, playing a game seven for the NBA championship? When it’s finished you’d better tell me who this distraction is.”

  Antonio smiled and waved him off but he was still shocked at how the woman he’d seen had captivated his mind. She was absolutely stunning, with curves in all the right places, her beautiful face accentuated by the most delicious lips, her body made even more tempting with those inviting breasts. God, she was hot and he wanted her.

  Antonio Stone was no stranger to beautiful women. Being the owner of the Work-It chain of gyms he was accustomed to seeing them every day. But there was something different about this one. Maybe it was her air of confidence that stamped its mark on him, a confidence he was dying to test.

  Eventually he got back into his game like his old self, cursing the misses and cheering the baskets made by his team as they held a two point lead heading into the fourth quarter.

  At the start of the fourth quarter, within the first two minutes the Miami Heats were able to extend their lead to ten points. Antonio was like a kid again, hollering and knocking fists with Marc, when his cell phone began to ring.

  His eyes still glued to the T.V. screen, he jammed the phone to his ear. “Hello?”

  “Hi, how’re you doing?” the chirpy voice said. “It’s Kimberly.”

  CHAPTER TWO

  Marilyn Love sat at her desk preparing for her ten o’clock meeting with her marketing staff. She could not understand why she was feeling so distracted. Being Marketing Director for Bouncy Hair Products was so challenging that sometimes she didn’t have time to breathe. With twenty staff members to manage as well as countless meetings and conference calls she had her hands full, not to mention the frequent business trips to the company’s overseas subsidiaries which had her friends teasing that she’d never stay still long enough to find a husband.

  But today, no matter that she was busy as heck, she could not stop her thoughts from wandering back to the handsome stranger she’d met at the grocery store. What was it about him that had her visiting the stars more often than she would like? Okay, he was handsome, bold and assertive. She liked that in a man.

  But what really got to her was the way he looked at her as if he were stripping her slowly, making sweet hot love to her with his eyes. Immediately, her clit jumped at the thought and her pussy moistened as she imagined his tongue running slowly down her neck as he feathered butterfly kisses on his way to her stiff, aching nipples. And as his gentle t
ongue sweetly spanked her ripened buds she moaned out loud.

  A sudden knock on the door yanked her back to reality. She cleared her throat. “Co...come in.”

  The door opened and a diminutive redhead peeked in. “Sorry to disturb you, Miss Love, but you asked me to remind you when you had ten minutes to reach the conference room.”

  “Thank you, Melissa. I’ll be out in a minute.”

  Melissa Jones, her ever reliable secretary, had saved the day because if she hadn’t come in at that moment the haunting stranger would have held her captive and she’d have been late for her meeting, that was for sure.

  -—

  After a long and stressful day Marilyn got into her candy red Infinity G35 coupe and headed for her sanctuary, the gym. Nothing helped her relax more than a good workout. Well, truth be told, a night of hot sex would beat the gym for first place any day but her sanctuary was a rewarding second placer.

  Marilyn soon reached Work It Gym, a first class all inclusive complex that had everything from aerobics center, weight rooms with the top personal trainers to basketball courts, tennis courts, squash courts and a first class swimming pool.

  When she got in her personal trainer was already waiting and ready to go. They started with some laps around the basketball court then they did their stretches. Next they moved on to her favorite exercise, squatting. And yes, it showed that it was her favorite because she’d been told she had a super sexy piece of ass, one that was not missed by the lusting eyes of the men at the gym who should have been working out instead of ogling her butt. She knew she was hot and she was there to get even hotter.

  It was an intense workout as usual as Peter Locke, her personal trainer, was one of the most experienced of the gym’s staff and he took his job very seriously. He pushed her to the edge but she liked it because there was nothing nicer than seeing the results of your hard work.

  Then, with about five minutes to go before the completion of her training session she could swear she saw someone that looked like her arrogant admirer. He was on the other side of the gym doing his stretches and he was looking straight at her. Her eyes widened and her heart quickened as he started to walk toward her, not taking his eyes off her.

  When he got close Peter turned around. “Good evening, Mr. Stone,” he said. “How may I help you?”

  “Good evening, Peter. If you would excuse us for a few minutes I would be grateful.”

  “No problem, sir.” With a nod he turned and walked away.

  Mr. Arrogant watched him walk away then he turned toward her and his lips curled into a slow smile. “Good evening, my lady. Am I not the luckiest man in the world?”

  “Good evening.” She raised her eyebrows at him. “Do you really consider seeing me again as good luck after the way I spoke to you when we first met?”

  He shrugged. “Your mouth was being hard but your eyes were oh, so soft. So yes, it’s good luck.”

  “I’m glad you see it that way,” she said, an involuntary smile softening her lips. Discreetly she looked him up and down, realizing that what she had imagined was a reality. His body was amazingly sexy - broad chest, well-defined biceps and triceps and abs to die for.

  She was drifting off, into the stars, when his baritone voice grounded her. “My name is Antonio Stone and you are?”

  She blinked. “My name is Marilyn Love.”

  “Miss Love, I assume?”

  “Your assumption is correct, Mr. Stone. Is there anything else you would like to assume?”

  “As a matter of fact, yes. I assume you’re available for dinner tomorrow at seven o’clock?”

  She paused for a second, pondering his audacity, but how could she say no? This man had been driving her and her sensitive spots crazy since the day they met. So, since she was right about her suppositions about his body, her curiosity regarding his easy ability to leave her moist left her with only one choice. “I’m available,” she said, and there was no hesitation in her voice.

  They exchanged phone numbers and as she wrote his information on the back of one of her business cards a slight tremble shook her writing hand. She was acting on impulse but she couldn’t help but wonder, in accepting his invitation was she being the stupidest woman in the world?

  CHAPTER THREE

  What the hell am I going to wear? Marilyn’s mind was racing as she took another look at the clock. It was already six o’clock and Antonio would be there to pick her up in the next half hour. She was pulling clothes from her closet and matching them against her as she looked in the mirror. “Not this one, too sexy. This one is too revealing.” She was driving herself crazy, she was so picky.

  Finally she decided to take a deep breath and just calm down. It’s just dinner. Just be your elegant self and you’ll be fine.

  At about ten minutes after six she saw the perfect little black dress. This was the one. Not only was it elegant but it hugged her curves in all the places she wanted her curves to be hugged. It had spaghetti straps and buttons opening down to her cleavage, not showing too much but just enough to stir ones curiosity.

  She dressed then quickly applied her make-up - crème to powder foundation, eye liner and eye shadow followed by her favorite shade of lipstick, brown-berry, which she’d been told complimented her deliciously soft lips.

  She took another quick glance at the clock. Six twenty-five. Not a moment to spare. She slid her feet into her sexiest pumps then went to stand in front of the mirror. A satisfied smile spread across her lips. Elegantly ravishing, if she should say so herself.

  In the middle of her self-admiration a sobering thought popped into her mind. Why was she going out with this man when she hardly even knew him?

  Trying hard to find a justifying reason, other than the fact that he was handsome with the most gorgeous body, she was eager to remind her inquisitive mind that Peter had called him ‘sir’ and had shown him the utmost respect that evening he’d come over and introduced himself to her. Knowing Peter, the man had to be not only decent but someone her trainer respected a lot. That was the only way he’d have shown such deference to the man. There was nothing to worry about.

  So take that inquisitive mind.

  -—

  At exactly six-thirty Antonio was driving up a driveway circling a well-manicured lawn beautifully bordered by flowers in a variety of colors. Based on Marilyn’s directions he knew he had successfully found her residence located in the suburbs of Chicago, right on the outskirts of the city, probably about thirty minutes from the city's center.

  It had a majestic entrance with two stunning columns at the top of seven steps. The tiles at the top of the steps looked like Italian marble and the door was of beautiful mahogany. As he was about to ring the doorbell the porch light came on then he heard the door opening.

  When she stepped out and he saw her, his eyes were in heaven. He already knew she was hot and had a great body but this dress raised the bar at least five notches higher. She was gorgeous. Her hair in a neat bun, her spaghetti strap dress caressing her body, it deliciously hugged her sexy curves leaving him jealous that she and the garment had such a close connection.

  Suddenly realizing he couldn’t remain a spectator forever, like a true gentleman would, he took her hand and led her down the stairs to the car where he opened the door for her. After she got in and made herself comfortable he closed the door then made his way around to the driver’s side.

  After he got in he turned to gaze at her. “You look stunning tonight.”

  “Thank you,” she replied with a blushing smile. “And you look dapper yourself.”

  “Thank you.” He started the car but instead of driving off he cocked his head toward her. “I thought I was lucky the second time I saw you but tonight I know I’m blessed. I wonder what other blessings the rest of the night has in store for an already lucky man?”

  CHAPTER FOUR

  It was a pleasant twenty-minute ride interspersed with light conversation but the air was filled with sexual tension, charged li
ke static after a thunderstorm. It felt like lightning and thunder could erupt at any time but thanks to the sign showing Henri’s, the storm lifted just in time.

  They arrived at Henri’s with five minutes to spare and thanks to the restaurant’s valet parking service they were in and checking on their reservation in no time. The hostess was a pleasant young lady, probably in her early twenties. She quickly searched the reservations and within seconds was leading them to their table.

  A few minutes later a young man came over to the table. “Good evening. My name is Pierre and I’ll be your server for the evening.”

  Both Marilyn and Antonio returned the greeting with smiles.

  “May I start you off with something to drink?”

  “Yes, please,” Antonio said. “Bring us a bottle of your finest white and your finest red wine, s’il vous plait.”

  “Bien sur, monsieur. I will be right back.”

  Looking at him with admiring eyes she asked, “You speak French?”

  “Just a little. I can help myself. One of my gyms is located in France so, having to go there over the years, I’ve picked up enough to handle myself. I certainly won’t get lost or starve while in Paris. Neither will you.”

  Neither will you. Did he really go there? She was liking this man’s thinking.

  As they waited for their wine the conversation continued but her mind kept wandering back to his interesting statement. ‘Neither will you’. His words intrigued her so she decided to explore them further.

  “So what did you mean when you said ‘neither will you’?”

  Antonio gave her an enigmatic look. “Miss Love, I see you as someone I’d like to get to know in every way possible.”

  “Oh, really now,” she said, feeling the blood rush to her cheeks. She was trying her best to keep her voice steady.

  “Yes,” he said with a slow nod, “it’s your atmosphere. It lends to so much curiosity and excitement. I’m looking forward to exploring all of your hidden treasures.”