Teasing The Tycoon, Book 1 (Tycoon Temptation Series, #1) (4 page)

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.” 

-—

T
he 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.”

W
hen 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 switched 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.

T
he 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.”

-—

A
s 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 slammed 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.”