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

by Sophie Anthony

  Marilyn felt her throat go dry and her body grow warm. She suddenly felt so heated that if she hadn’t been aware of her wayward reaction to this man she would have thought the air conditioning had been switched off.

  Fortunately for her, Pierre returned with their glasses of wine. After thanking him she took a quick sip then realized, to her chagrin, that the golden liquid was stirring her already heated senses.

  Then Antonio looked deep into her eyes and asked, “What are you looking to explore?”

  It was like his question pushed her into a sexual frenzy. The only thing she could think of was pouring champagne all over his body and licking it off one drop at a time. Slowly, she would slurp each drop till she’d gathered enough to let the drops slide into his navel then she would trail a champagne line up to his delicious nipples where she would suck and tease until they were stiff as her swollen clit.

  When Pierre arrived with the main course it pulled her out of her reverie. It must have been obvious that she was barely there.

  “Pork tenderloin for the lady,” Pierre said as he placed her meal in front of her. “And duck with poached pear and foie gras for you, sir.” When they thanked him he disappeared just as quickly as he’d come.

  Giving her a look of curiosity, Antonio asked. “Are you okay? You seem a little distant.”

  “I...I’m okay. Just lost in such a wonderful evening.” If he only knew what wonderful things were on her mind he would definitely skip dinner. It was such a naughty thought that she had to reach for her wine and hide her smile behind another sip.

  Little did he know it but right then her hormones were going haywire. Her body had been starved for sex for almost a year and just being in the presence of this hyper-sexy man was doing weird and wild things to her mind... not to mention her body. She hoped he hadn’t noticed but her nipples were hard, aching nubs and her breathing was growing just a bit shallower with each passing moment.

  She reached for the glass again and this time she drained it. God knew, to resist the charm of this man, she needed all the support she could get.

  -—

  After they’d finished their meal and he’d had a few bites of his dessert Antonio looked up and as he did he saw Marilyn’s delicious breasts and they were on exhibition just for his desirous eyes. It was all in his mind but he was so caught up with that tempting image that he was already on the second nipple, then he was running his tongue down her body to where her beautiful pussy lay smiling as it awaited the approach of his hot tongue. As he stroked it then kissed it his groin tightened just like his biceps under hundred pound free weights. He was glad he was seated. The table could be the shield that would hide his dirty desires, keeping his wayward thoughts secret.

  As he relaxed with the thought he was stroked back to reality when he felt a hand slide over his. He forced his eyes to refocus and what he saw made his cock grow even harder.

  Marilyn was running her tongue over the full softness of her bottom lip. She gave him a seductive smile. “Let’s get out of here,” she whispered.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Seeing that Marilyn was in the mood to tease, Antonio immediately waved Pierre over and requested the bill. Antonio left the solicitous young man a healthy tip and then he was through the door like someone had shouted "Fire!". Marilyn seemed just as eager to depart.

  Outside, the valet brought the car around and they wasted no time in getting in and setting off. For the first minute there was silence as they both stared at the street ahead then, as if suddenly growing bold, Marilyn reached over and began to unbutton his shirt then she used her fingers to slowly caress his willing nipple. He could certainly appreciate a woman who was not afraid to take control. As he drove, trying hard to keep his eyes and mind on the road, his focus was sorely tested when she leaned over and he felt her soft tongue teasing his swollen buds. His dick stood at attention, hampered only by his pants that restricted the full extent of its joy.

  As she sucked she ran her fingers down to his navel and teased him there then to his delight she slid her hand farther down until it covered his trapped cock. God, it felt good. He prayed she would pull his zipper down, reach in and free him from his captivity. He was so stiff that his dick jerked under her hand but instead of freeing him she stroked him slowly and the combination of her sucking his ripened buds and working his cock with her soft hand almost drove him over the edge. He could swear that they wouldn’t make it home alive, not when all his blood left his head and ran down to his bulging cock as it swelled in response to the pleasure of her sweet palm.

  Antonio hardly knew how he made it to Marilyn’s house. As soon as he parked the car she ran up the steps ahead of him and opened the front door. He had a late start but by the time she stepped inside he’d moved in right behind her and then he had her locked in a passionate kiss as he kicked the door closed. He pulled back just long enough to slide the spaghetti straps off her shoulders, letting her full breasts dance into plain view. Pulling her close he sucked her right pink nub into his mouth, sucking with all his pent-up passion while he used his other hand to keep nub number two happy until his tongue could grant it the same sweet treatment.

  He moved over to her other crying nipple and she moaned as he expertly ran tantalizing circles around it, sending shockwaves through her body. Deliberately, he unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. She shivered and her nipples hardened. By the time she could concern herself with her nakedness he’d slid down her body, pulling her sexy black lace panties down with him, and then he was stroking and licking her sweet moist pussy like it was chocolate fondue.

  When her body stiffened with pleasure he started to tongue-fuck her while he reached up and teased her breasts, pinching her nipples with his fingers, knowing that the double sensation was driving her crazy. Soon she would explode and that hot lava she’d been storing up would boil over onto his expert tongue.

  As he fucked her she moaned louder and louder and her body started to writhe until she was grinding down on his tongue, moving faster and faster. Eyes closed, her body was moving to the rhythm of his tongue, but the sound of a phone broke into the lust-filled air and her body went still.

  That ring tone... Antonio knew it was his phone. As it continued to ring, breaking into their heavenly pleasure, he reluctantly pulled away for the second time then reached into his pocket and pulled it out. There was a name showing big and bold on the screen. Kimberly.

  He tapped the answer button. “Hello,” he said, not hiding his annoyance. “I can’t talk now.” He tapped her off and shook his head. “Sorry about that.”

  Obviously thrown off balance by the interruption, Marilyn frowned at him as his mouth hovered near her crotch. Then she asked him the question he was in no mood to answer.

  “Who is Kimberly?”

  CHAPTER SIX

  Later that night after Antonio had left, still disappointed and frustrated, Marilyn found herself pacing the living room floor. Pissed about missing her long awaited, six-months-in-the-making come, she’d been in no mood for his ‘sorry’. It was eating her up, wondering who this Kimberly was. He’d told her not to worry about it, that it wasn’t important but hard as she tried she could not get it off her mind. Drowning in assumptions she turned on the television, hoping to catch her breath and ease her mind.

  That worked for about five minutes then she felt herself sinking back into the deep end of her dark thoughts. She decided to call Vanessa, her best friend. They’d been friends for about ten years and shared everything with each other so she didn’t understand her initial hesitation to dial the number. Eventually she did.

  The phone rang three times then Vanessa picked up. “How’re you doing girl?” Vanessa said in her usual cheerful tone.

  “I’m here. How are you?” Marilyn said the words as casually as she could but her voice was betraying her.

  “You’re sure you’re okay? You don’t sound too good.”

  “I’m all right,” Marilyn said, trying to sound convincin
g but knowing she was failing miserably.

  “Are you going to tell me what the problem is or do I have to drive over there to find out?”

  Marilyn sighed. “It’s just that I met a guy the other day at the supermarket. I thought he was arrogant so I brushed him off. But ever since that first meeting I just couldn’t stop thinking about him. Then as if by fate I ran into him at my gym and he asked me out for dinner and I accepted.”

  “You had all of this going on and you didn’t tell me?” Vanessa demanded. “Skip the boring parts. What’s he like? What does he look like? What’s his name?”

  “Hey, hold on. You’re so impatient.”

  “Duh. That’s me, remember?”

  “Okay, so his name is Antonio Stone, he’s about six foot two with jet black hair, gray eyes, rugged face, broad chest, well-muscled and abs to die for.”

  Before she could go any further she was interrupted by Vanessa. “You’ve got my mouth watering. I can see why you’ve been keeping him all to yourself.”

  “Shut up. You’re so crazy,” Marilyn said. “And he’s charming, charismatic, bold and assertive.”

  At that point Vanessa jumped in again. “I see you finally found your match.”

  “What are you talking about, crazy girl?”

  “Who’s more bold and assertive than Miss Marilyn Love?” Vanessa said with a laugh.

  Marilyn decided to continue her story. “So I went out for dinner with him to an elegant restaurant. It was a beautiful evening filled with moments of intense sexual tension that had me drinking more white wine in one night than I’ve had in ages. On the way home, maybe it was the wine or my being so horny from not having sex for so long, but I went crazy on his delicious nipples. By the time we got home he had me on the walls. Literally. But in my mind I was in heaven. That is, until his cell phone rang and dragged me back to earth.” She grimaced, remembering the hard bump when she’d landed back on earth. "It was some girl named Kimberly. That just killed the vibes for me. Talk about frustration.” She ended on a sigh.

  Vanessa clucked into the phone. “Listen, I know you’re all disappointed and busting your head about who that girl is, but I hope you don’t spend too much time worrying about an uncertainty while missing out on a damn sexy certainty. What you know for sure is this guy is feeling you and you’re feeling him so until this Kimberly becomes an issue don’t waste too much time on her when you could be all up in those biceps and triceps of your sexy Antonio.”

  They burst out laughing and Marilyn’s tension eased.

  “Van, I’ve got to get some shut eye ‘cause I have to head to Jamaica early tomorrow morning for my business meeting.” Marilyn was still giggling like a little girl.

  “Cool. Buzz me before you board. Have a safe trip.” When Vanessa hung up Marilyn was still smiling.

  -—

  Antonio threw his car keys down on the kitchen counter, went over to the fridge and poured himself a glass of cranberry juice then headed for the living room.

  He was so damn angry. This woman was becoming a real pain in the ass...but as annoying as she was, she wasn’t the one engaging his every waking thought. It was Marilyn Love.

  There was just something about this bold, beautiful woman that had him.

  He had never felt anything like this for a woman before. Neither had he ever met a woman so self-assured and confident. Could that be the electrifying spark that was igniting a fire deep inside his core? Whatever it was it felt good and he was looking forward to being set ablaze by her fiery passion.

  He found himself remembering the way she'd expertly teased and tortured his nipples on the way home, the way her tongue explored his chest to find his navel where she'd licked and slurped as if lapping honey from a pot. And then, like the perfect teaser she was, she'd slowly ran her tongue just to the gate. Then as sweetly as she had started she'd stopped, leaving him lusty and super-ready like an overcharged cell phone battery. He knew that when she'd got out of the car and ran up the steps to open the door that she had no doubt that her electricity had charged him enough that his sexual energy would have him up those steps in no time.

  So thought, so done. Within seconds he had her locked in the most passionate, heated kiss he’d ever unleashed on a woman.

  She tasted so fucking good and smelled like roses in a garden, turning him into a Hulk-like beast, ripping her dress open to get to her deliciously ripened buds. And oh, they were delicious. Budweiser had nothing on them.

  This woman was priceless and if he wasn’t careful he could get real caught up in all she had to offer. The question was, did he really want to be careful?

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Marilyn arrived at the Sangster International Airport in Montego Bay, Jamaica at eleven o’clock after a comfortable three and a half hour flight.

  After going through immigration and customs she was met by Stephen Powers, the managing director of the Jamaica division of Bouncy Hair Products. He greeted her warmly, took her luggage and led her to his BMW sedan parked nearby.

  It was a relaxing fifteen minute ride before they arrived at the Sunset Beach Resort which had a beautiful open-space lobby. She could see a bar to her far left as she waited to speak to the front desk personnel.

  She was welcomed to the resort by Michelle who greeted her with a bright Jamaican smile and quickly checked her in. Before she could turn away she saw another smiling face. This time it was Franklyn the porter, ready to show her to her suite.

  “I`ll wait for you in the lounge,” Mr. Powers said with a slight bow.

  “Thank you. I’ll de down in fifteen minutes.”

  He smiled. “No rush. We still have forty-five minutes before it’s time for the meeting.”

  It was a beautiful room with the balcony offering a relaxing view of the sea and the mountainside, but when she saw the king-sized four-poster bed her mind flew to Antonio. As quickly as it did Franklyn’s voice with its intriguing accent snapped her mind back to Jamaica. “Enjoy your stay,” he said pleasantly and slipped out the door.

  As promised she was back in the lobby in fifteen minutes and she and Stephen headed off to the office. As they drove she couldn’t help thinking about the positive impact he’d had on the Jamaican subsidiary of Bouncy Hair Products. Since taking the reins of the company three years earlier he’d doubled sales volume. Most impressive was how he’d achieved it.

  Stephen had implemented several incentive programs intended to make the employees feel more a part of the company. His vision was, if they saw the company as their own rather than simply a place where they worked they would do everything to make it successful. The strategy had worked and the numbers were there to substantiate his vision. His ability to motivate his employees by valuing them more than he valued the numbers made the Jamaican branch a force to be reckoned with. So much so, that the head office had asked the managing directors of the other branches around the world to implement what they now called ‘The Powers Strategy”.

  They arrived at the office and headed straight for the conference room where she was greeted warmly by the other managers. After a one hour meeting that went fairly well she had the opportunity to speak to each manager one on one for another half hour.

  It was obvious that morale was still high and she looked forward to speaking with the employees in the various departments the following day. She arrived back at the hotel at two fifteen and was able to catch some of her favorite curried chicken with white coconut rice and ripe plantains. Delicious.

  After enjoying every bit of her meal she decided to try the chocolate flavored toto coconut cake as she always loved tasting new foods when she visited the island. It, too, did not disappoint. Her palette satisfied and her noisy stomach appeased, she headed for her room to get changed into swimwear. She had every intention of catching as much of the tropical sunshine as she could while she was there.

  She went up to change and was down at the beach in no time, pulling a beach chair under a palm tree to secure the perfect shady spot f
or when she got out of the crystal blue sea. The water felt so good on her hot body that she wished she could stay there forever.

  When she finally came out and lay under her palm she remembered that she hadn’t checked her phone. Reaching into her bag she took it out and scrolled through her missed calls. To her pleasant surprise she saw that Antonio had tried calling her. A mischievous thought slipped into her mind. “Let him sweat a little,” the little devil said.

  Marilyn got back to her suite a few hours later where she had a refreshing bath, threw on her robe and went out onto the balcony where she sat down to enjoy the tranquility.

  It didn’t take long before she was back in Chicago, her mind wandering back to Antonio Stone, the man who had her confident-and-controlled self drinking wine like water and doing things she’d never done before. Who the hell was this man, anyway?

  As the thought entered her mind she remembered that at the restaurant he had mentioned that his company owned gyms in Paris. A crazy thought popped into her mind and she hopped up and went back into the room to retrieve her laptop. She would google Antonio Stone.

  But when she glanced at the time she realized it was already seven o’clock and she had a seven thirty reservation at the Italian restaurant. Her search would have to wait.

  Quickly, she dressed in an elegant cream shift with a black bow on the hip. She slipped on black pumps, grabbed a matching purse then headed out the door.

  The ambiance of the restaurant was relaxing. Dimly lit, the tables illuminated by candles, the subdued light created a mood that reminded her that Antonio was missing from this picture, but only in body as her mind had given up on the impossible task of shaking him.

  For her meal, Marilyn started with the garden salad then she tried the Shrimp Fettuccine Alfredo that was absolutely delicious. After leaving the restaurant she stopped on the terrace to enjoy some sweet reggae music being played by the hotel’s resident band. After rocking to the groove of several of their songs she headed to her room, turning on her computer being the main thing on her mind.