Teasing The Tycoon, Book 1 (Tycoon Temptation Series, #1) (2 page)

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.

-—

A
t 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?”

I
t was a pleasant
twenty-minute ride interspersed with light conversation but the air was filled
with sexual tension, charged like 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.”

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.

-—

A
fter 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.

S
eeing 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?”

L
ater 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.”