As she got in and headed for her computer she felt her purse vibrating. She opened it to retrieve her cell phone. To her delight it was Antonio. With a slight chuckle she answered. “Hello.”
“How’re you doing,” Antonio’s sexy baritone replied “I tried calling you earlier but only got your voicemail.”
“Oh, yes, I saw your missed call. I was in a meeting when you called. I’m in Jamaica on a business trip.”
“Why didn’t you me tell you were going?”
“It just slipped me,” she said as she skillfully tried to maneuver around his questions.
“If you say so,” Antonio said, his tone making it obvious that he didn’t believe her. “So, have you been thinking about me down there?”
“Well, you have crept into mind a few times,” she said with a rude smile on her face.
“I hope they were pleasant thoughts.” There was a pause, then he asked, “What do you have on?”
“Oh, just a simple dress with a black bow on the hip. And I’m wearing black pumps.” She felt her breathing quickening and her heart pounding a little faster with each question.
“What do you have on underneath?” Antonio caressed the words as if making sure they would have the desired effect.
“Red lace panties with a matching bra,” she said in a breathy whisper. Her throat had gone so tight she was hardly breathing. Did he know the effect he was having on her?
“I want you to take your dress off and go lie on the bed.” His tone was dominant and she did not hesitate to follow his instructions. Her body and mind were in symphony and he was conducting them expertly.
“I’m on the bed as you commanded, in just my panties and bra,” she said in an obedient voice.
“Close your eyes and picture me taking off your bra then slowly running a feather up and down your body then as your nipples swell, begging for my attention. I oblige with a gentle tongue that soothes as I lick and suck your delicious pink bud. I’ll be kind enough to render the same treatment to the other starving bud while running the feather slowly up and down your thigh.” His voice, sweet and seductive, was sending thrills running up her spine.
“Now my tongue goes in search of your sweet honey juices. I greet your stiff clit with soft licks then taking it into my mouth I suck hard till I feel your body shiver, your hands squeezing me tight and your nails piercing my skin as you beg me to fuck you. As I sink deep into your hot steamy pussy your body starts to fuck my tongue and as my tongue slams in and out, deeper and deeper, you grind faster and faster.”
Antonio didn’t know it but his words had her fingers sliding down to her clit where she’d begun to stroke, igniting a fire between her legs. As he made love to her over the phone she pleased herself the only way she could, desperate to ease the tension that he was building inside her.
‘You begin to moan,” he said softly, “and as your moans grow louder and louder your hot lava starts to boil, ready to explode at any moment, then-“
“Ahh, oh God. Oh, yes. So fucking good.” Marilyn moaned as her fingers worked harder and faster on her clit. She was writhing on the bed.
Then as if in answer to his call, Marilyn’s body shook in an orgasm that started at her clit and shot through her body, leaving her panting and spent.
It was only then that the realized she’d dropped the phone. Still gasping for air she reached over and picked it up. “Antonio,” she choked, “what are you trying to do to me?”
Sounding pleased with himself he made her a promise. “When you get back to Chicago I’ll show you.”
-—
The next day Marilyn got up and grabbed a quick breakfast of ackee and salt fish, another of her favorites while in Jamaica. After gulping down a glass of orange juice she was soon in the lobby checking out. Mr. Powers was waiting for her as they planned to begin departmental meetings at nine o’clock.
As she arrived she quickly met with the employees and before long realized that their enthusiasm was sky high. “Thank you for your hard work and dedication,” she told them. “The management and staff at the head office are extremely proud of your achievements.”
That day she was able to stay with the team only a couple of hours and then she was off to catch her one thirty flight.
At the airport she shook Mr. Powers’ hand. “Thanks for a productive visit,” she told him. “You’re doing a great job here.”
He gave her a warm smile. “And thank you for coming. We always appreciate the support from the head office.”
After waving goodbye to him she turned and headed for the departure entrance. There was a smile on her face but it had nothing to do with Bouncy Hair Products or Stephen Powers. She was remembering Antonio’s last words to her - “When you get back to Chicago, I’ll show you.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
When Marilyn landed in Chicago and she was finally able to use her cell phone the first person on her mind was Antonio. She dialed his number and as she did a mischievous smile sneaked onto her face. On the fourth ring Antonio answered. “Hello. I assume you’re back home.”
She soaked in the sound of his voice then replied. “Yes. I just landed but wanted you to know that I’m back.” To be honest, she had another reason for calling. His last statement was still playing over and over in her mind and she wanted to get what was promised to her. But being the lady she was, all she would do was plant the seed. She knew it would sprout sooner rather than later.
“What are you doing tomorrow evening at eight?” he asked.
Just so she didn’t seem too eager she decided to pretend she would be swamped with work. “I have a lot to catch up on so can I call you in the morning to confirm?”
“Sounds great. Glad you’re back. I’m looking forward to hearing from you in the morning.” Antonio then told her bye and hung up.
After she got through speaking to Antonio she decided to check her messages and realized there was one from Vanessa asking her to give her a call as soon as she got in because she had something very important to tell her. Curious as to what could be so important, she called her as soon as she reached the parking lot and got into her car but Vanessa’s cell phone rang until it went to voicemail. She left a message and headed for home.
When she arrived forty-five minutes later she changed into tights and a T-shirt then plopped down in the sofa and turned on the television. She’d flipped the channel to CNN to catch up on the news when she heard her cell phone ringing. When she glanced at the screen she saw that it was Vanessa.
She tapped the answer button. “Hello, Crazy. What trouble have you been up to since we last spoke?”
“Well, girlfriend, have I got news for you. While you were away I decided to be your personal P.I.” Excitement oozed from Vanessa’s voice.
“What are you talking about?”
“I went on the Internet and decided to google the new-found love of your life, Antonio Stone. Guess what P.I. Vanessa came up with?” Vanessa was obviously proud of herself. She gave a dramatic pause, waiting for Marilyn’s response.
“I give up,” Marilyn said, not wanting to prolong the wait. “What did you find out about him?”
Vanessa chuckled into the phone. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”
“Yesss, just tell me already.”
“Antonio Stone is one of the most eligible bachelors in America. He’s a mega-millionaire.” Vanessa screamed as she said the final word.
Totally shocked, Marilyn gripped the phone tighter. She’d known he was into the fitness business. After all, he’d said he had a gym in Paris. But she’d had no idea he was this big. Maybe Vanessa had made a mistake. “What are you talking about, Vanessa? Are you on crack or something?” Could Antonio really be a mega-millionaire? He seemed so easy going and simple. No way. Vanessa had definitely gotten him mixed up with someone else.
“If you don’t believe me get your laptop and google his name right now. I’m waiting.”
Marilyn hurried to her bedroom, grabbed her laptop and switc
hed it on. When google came up she typed in the name, ‘Antonio Stone’.
When the page opened she could not believe what she was seeing. She was looking at a picture of Antonio and the caption read, “One of America’s most eligible bachelors, Antonio Stone owns the world-famous Work It chain of gyms.”
She picked up the cell phone again and all she could do was scream. “Vanessa, I can’t believe what I’m seeing. I would never have thought he was a big shot. He’s so easy-going.”
Vanessa laughed. “It’s the ones that haven’t got anything who pretend they have it all. The ones who are loaded don’t flaunt it.”
“You are so right about that,” Marilyn said, still in a state of shock.
“Well, girl, glad to have you back but we’ll talk later. I’d better get off this phone before my boss comes looking for me.” Within seconds Vanessa was gone.
For the next two minutes Marilyn just sat there staring at the computer screen in total disbelief.
CHAPTER NINE
The next day Marilyn arrived at work in a good mood and after settling in and catching up on some of her work she decided to give Antonio a quick call. She intended to be calm and relaxed. She would not mention anything about what she’d found out.
As the phone rang she just smiled to herself. This was too good to be true.
On the third ring he answered. “Good morning, Miss Love. How are you doing today?” As usual his mellow voice had her so she paused then replied. “I’m fine, thank you, sir. How are you?”
“That depends on what you have to tell me about our dinner date for later,” he said in his usual confident tone.
“I guess you’ll be in a good mood because I’ll be dining with you later.” Her playful tone had him laughing.
“I look forward to seeing you at seven. Have a wonderful day.”
With that he was gone but she continued to dance to the melody of his voice still playing in her head.
Before long she got back into the groove and was working down the pile that had built up while she was on her trip. But she realized that she couldn’t stop watching the clock on the wall in her office. She felt like a teenager, nervous about her first date. As soon as the clock struck five she was packing up and heading through the door.
Marilyn was surprised when the traffic was not as bad as the normal five o’clock rush hour but then she remembered that school was out for the summer. She got home at five-thirty and quickly headed for the shower. She turned on the radio and while Justin Timberlake’s ‘Mirror’ played she ran through the clothes in her closet, searching for the perfect dress. She settled on a silvery blue dress. It was simple but the way it complimented her body would leave a priest drooling.
After applying her make-up, she grabbed her keys and then she was on her way. Her mind was preoccupied but one thing remained constant – her longing to know what he had up his sleeve.
When she arrived at his home thirty-five minutes later she was impressed by the elegance of his home but not surprised. It was simply a reflection of who he was. When he opened the door to let her in he looked stunning in his black suit, dark blue shirt and an apron.
“Good evening,” he said with a smile. “Did you have any problems with my directions?”
“Absolutely not. They were spot on.”
He led her to his terrace where there was a table elegantly decorated with lit candles, placed right under the open sky. To top it off the stars were out, looking like jewels scattered across a sheet of black velvet.
He pulled out her chair and when she was seated he went to the kitchen and wheeled out several covered trays. He then uncovered the ones on the top and placed them on the table. She tasted the garden salad then raised her eyebrows, her lips curving into a smile. “Olive Garden must be missing one of their chefs tonight because he’s right here with me. This is delicious.”
“Thank you, my lady. I’m here to serve you the best I can.” When he took her plate he replaced it with duck in garlic and honey sauce, string beans and baby carrots.
The presentation was enticing, leaving her craving, and to her delight it tasted as delicious as it looked. He seemed pleased when he saw how much she was enjoying the meal he’d prepared but it was when she slowly, purposefully, put the baby carrot into her mouth, wrapped her lips around it then bit off a piece that she realized she had his full and undivided attention. As he stared at her she fixed him with an intense look then seductively licked her lips. “That,” she said, her voice husky with desire, “was absolutely delicious.”
-—
As soon as they finished dinner Antonio made his move. He’d been waiting too long for this moment. He got up and walked over to take her hand then led her to the living room where he put in a CD and dimmed the lights. As they rocked to the sexy sounds of John Legend’s ‘Tonight’ he told Marilyn to close her eyes. Without hesitation she obeyed his instruction.
He pulled a black tie from the pocket of his trousers and tied it around her eyes then he lifted her into his arms and headed toward his bedroom. There, he pulled the zipper at the back of her dress, allowing it to fall in a neat pile at her feet. He rested her gently on his king-sized bed, leaving her in her lacy bra and panties.
Having her right where he wanted her with the perfect music in the background he teased her with a slide of his tongue right around her soft pink lips. Then he slowly removed the bra and panties which hid her prized possessions. He then reached for his bottle of mildly heated honey. As each drop connected with her skin, its sensitivity heightened by her lack of sight, he sucked her delicious pink nipple. He used his tongue to spread the honey over her breast then he moved back up and surprised her with a honey-tongued kiss that had her moaning.
He continued his assault, releasing her lips and sliding back down her body to tease her clit and pussy lips, sending tremors running up and down her body. Knowing she couldn’t see a thing he reached for the ice cream and put a spoonful in his mouth. He lowered his head again and then he was licking and lapping, and as the cold sensation hit her she jumped then she moaned and began rocking back and forth like the pleasure was too much for her. It wasn’t until he took the trip back up to give her another deep kiss that she would have realized that pussy had been treated to sweet vanilla ice cream. To top it off, he expertly placed a ripe red cherry right between her pussy lips then gently bit into it, and as the nectar mingled with the sweetness of Marilyn’s pussy juice he licked his lips, reveling in the sweet and tangy mélange.
Her soft moan was the confirmation he needed that his expert treatment was being fully appreciated. When she begged him to fuck her he got up and pulled his belt to let his pants fall to the floor then he freed his manhood from his boxers, its unwelcome prison. He decorated Dick’s swollen head with honey then climbed back onto the bed and placed his honey coated cock in Marilyn’s mouth. She sucked hungrily, leaving him moaning as her wet honeyed tongue licked and caressed his cock, sending his burning desire for her pussy shooting into his heavy sacs.
As she tortured his manhood he reached over to the nightstand to get a condom. After allowing her to roll it onto his cock he slid down her body and as her anticipation heightened he gently placed the head of his penis just at the entrance of her now wet and steamy pussy. Moving slowly he teased her body until it happily synchronized with his pulsating rhythm.
When the pleasure intensified she grabbed his ass, forcing him deeper into her and as he sank in, a loud moan escaped her lips and her body stiffened. It took several seconds before her body relaxed against him and as she got used to his intrusion, his cock deep inside her, she expertly ground and slammed her sweetness on his dick.
As the fire inside them reached another level he pulled out and lifted her up, positioning her on her knees with her face down in the pillows. Kneeling behind her he sank his stiff pole deep inside, momentarily buckling her knees as she moaned at his entry. Then, like an expert jockey he rode her pussy, whipping her ass with his hands as she bucked and sl
ammed her pussy on his grateful cock. Picking up speed with every stroke, they fucked faster and faster, harder and harder and soon the finish line was in sight. Then like two synchronized swimmers they both moaned out loud. Her knees buckled and she fell on the bed, panting and breathing heavily with him on top of her, gasping for breath, suffused in pleasure.
“Baby,” he said in a hoarse, breathless voice, “that was incredible.”
She panted, clearly trying to reply, but all that came out was a gasping whisper. “Yes, baby. Oh, yes baby.”
For a while they lay there in the stillness, trying to catch their breath, but then their after-sex tranquility was shattered when Antonio’s cell phone began to ring. With a groan he reached for it, glanced at the screen and then immediately tapped it off. With a muffled curse he slapped his forehead with his palm. “Kimberly. Damn!”
Like a shocked cat Marilyn jerked out of his arms and shot up in the bed. Brows knitted in a frown and lips already forming into a pout, she glared at him.
“Who the hell is Kimberly?”
THE END
Follow the adventures of Marilyn and Antonio in books 2 and 3:
The TYCOON Series
Sophie Anthony
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