The Tycoon and his Honey Pot (14 page)

She
gasped when his hands left her suddenly and he pushed her under the spray of
the water, washing the soap from her body.  He pushed her to the shower door
and whispered in her ear.

“Hurry
honey, I want to leave in fifteen minutes.”  She swung around and looked at him
with disbelief in her eyes, but he was already busy washing himself, totally
ignoring her.  She shrieked in frustration, and harder again when he chuckled
at her frustration.

“You
are a cruel man, Mason Sheppard.” 

Her
voice sounded broken and teary when she walked into their room, her body
quivering in need.  He had to grind on his teeth trying to force his own need
to simmer down.  He might have deprived her from release, but so did he himself
and he also refused to give himself the release his body begged for whilst in
the shower.  Waiting would make her lesson just so much more fulfilling for him
in the end!

He
didn’t let up on building her need for him during the rest of the day.  He
rubbed against her body every opportunity he had, even stroking her nipples
every time she took him coffee while she was busy pouring it.  He totally
ignored her glares every time and smiled inwardly at her uncontrolled reaction.

He
just finished a meeting with the projects team and cornered her next to the
table, his back to the room, effectively hiding her from view.  She looked at
him wearily and gasped when his hands lifted and he stroked her nipples again. 
She caught his wrists and desperately tried to push him away, but his fingers
closed around the hard nubs and he pinched them softly, watching her eyes glaze
over.

“Mason,
please … not in front of …” She pleaded brokenly.

He
pinched harder and she bit her bottom lip between her teeth as agonizing
pleasure rushed through her body to pool between her legs.

“Don’t
worry, honey, they can’t see,” he whispered against her temple.

He
continued to roll and pinch her nipples until she closed her eyes, her mouth
quivered and clawed at his arm with her nails.  He took his fingers away, but
she clutched his arms so hard, he could not move away.  He leaned closer and
whispered in her ear.

“You
can let go now, honey.”

She
snatched her eyes open and tore her hands away, her breathing labored.  He
chuckled and turned away.  Leaving her to hide her fully aroused and pointy
nipples from his brother, who was the only one still sitting at the table,
reading a report.

After
a quick dash to the ladies room to get her raging body under control she stormed
into his office and slammed the door shut.  He looked up with raised eyebrows.

“This
has to stop!  Please, Mason, what is it you want?”

He
chuckled and shook his head.

“If
you have to ask, my dear Brooklyn, clearly the message has still not been
delivered.”

She
stood in front of his desk, her hands balled in fists and she stamped her foot
with a loud, “Argh!”  She whipped around and he watched her hips swaying
seductively as she stalked to the door, where she swung back at him.

“You
are the most frustrating man I have ever met!  I should rather have bashed you
on the head with a spanner than allow you to kiss me the day we met!”

He
burst out laughing and she shrieked another frustrated, “Argh,” and stormed
into her office.  When he asked for some tea a while later she was very tempted
to ignore him, dreading the caresses she knew was imminent.

She
walked in with the tray and went to pour the tea at the boardroom table,
putting as much distance between then as she could.  Unfortunately her back was
to him and she did not see him rise and walk around the desk until his arms
circled her waist and his fingers closed around her nipples again.  This time
she pulled at his hands desperately, but he was too strong and she moaned as he
ruthlessly pulled and pinched her treacherous nipples to full arousal.  Her
head fell back against his shoulder pushing her breasts deeper into his hands.

His
hand moved down between her legs and rubbed hard against her pants covering her
mound, whispering against her ear.

“Open
your legs for me honey.” 

She
did not even think to refuse and spread her legs and his hand dipped lower to
rub and press against her cleft.

“Open
your pants honey.” 

He
kept nuzzling her ear and she was helpless against the desire rushing through her
body and moaned but did as he commanded.  His hand slipped inside and he pushed
his finger under her panties, stroking her clit, his breathing quickening at
the heat and wetness that has spread to cover her clit.

“Wider,
Brooklyn.” 

“Mason
… don’t … please.” 

But
her head rolled back against his shoulder and he bit her earlobe.

“Wider!”

And
she spread her legs further apart and mewled when he pressed two fingers deep
inside her, growling at her wetness and tightness.  Her inner muscles gripped
at them desperately pulling them deeper.  He thrust in and out, stroking her
clit with his thumb at the same time.  He felt her muscles quiver as her climax
shimmered within reach.  The vein in his temple pulsed and he desperately
wanted to feel her fall apart in his arms, but he pulled his fingers out. He closed
her pants slowly and pulled her back against him.  She nearly sobbed in
frustration.

“I
hate you!”

He
nuzzled her neck.  “Still telling lies, honey?”

She
pulled away and turned to him and met his shuttered eyes that glittered like
globs of midnight blue ink.  At long last she gave in, having realized what he
wanted all along.

“He
is only a study buddy, Mason!  I have to do the assignment with him!  I have no
choice!”

His
eyes shone at her passionate avowal and he shrugged.  She shook her head as he
remained quiet, waiting.  She sighed deeply, angry that he had the upper hand
once again.  She might have defied him the day before, but he proved he had all
the control over her.

“I
will phone him and ask him if he could come to your house on Saturday.”

He
growled at her.  “Our house!”  She felt warmth filter and close the cracks
around her heart at his passionate assertion.

“Our
house.”

He
turned to close then locked the door, which she realized with shock stood open
all the time.  He turned to her and pulled her into his arms.

“You
do that, honey.  Now … you get your reward.”

“You did a
good job teaching her to drive, Michael.  She could be one of the best speed
racers in the country if she wanted to be.”

Michael
smiled and relaxed for the first time as they stood on the platform watching
the race Brooklyn was winning.  This time with skill and precision; no
aggression and she made it look too easy.

“Yip
and I have tried numerous times to pull her into the team, but she is only
interested in finishing her Masters, so she can start practicing.  She is just
so hard headed!   I have offered to pay for her studies for years, even with
her paying it back with interest to allow her to finish it full time, but she
refuses.  She could finish in two months now if she did it full time; which is
what she intended when she sold me the Cama …”

Mason’s
head swung his way, realizing that forcing her to continue working for him
prolonged her finishing her studies.  He frowned and kept watching the red
Camaro racing towards the finish line. 

“If
she continued part time, how much longer would it take?”

Michael
shrugged.  “Probably ten months or so.”

Mason
frowned.  Ten months did not fit in with his future plans for them.  He pulled
his phone from his pocket and scrolled to call Jason Green.  The discussion was
short and to the point and Michael grinned at him.

“What
makes you think she will agree?”

Mason
smirked at his friend and jumped from the platform to meet Brooklyn slowly
driving into the racing pit.

“Oh,
don’t you worry, Mickey, she will.”

He
assisted her from the car and hugged her as he congratulated her and told her
how proud he was of the way she drove throughout the race.  Her brow lifted and
she smirked at him.

“I
did not know I had any other choice.  Having a threat of another thrashing
hanging over one’s head tends to curb all the fun.”

He
laughed at her petulant tone.  Michael joined them and Lucas asked tongue in
the cheek.

“Have
you asked her yet, Admiral?”

Mason
glared at him and she looked at him questioningly.

“Asked
me what?”

“These
two lightweights have challenged me to join the last two races.  Would you
allow me to race with your car, honey?”

She
stared at him, her heart aching.  She turned around and ran to the ladies
restroom, tears running down her cheeks.  The three men stared after her,
flabbergasted.

“Now
what?”  Lucas voiced their thoughts.  Michael and Mason looked at each other,
both realizing simultaneously what the problem was.  Mason cursed and followed
her into the ladies restroom without hesitation.  He ignored the women inside shrieking
as he walked in and thundered.

“Brooklyn!”

He
walked down the stalls until the very last one where he heard her sobbing
softly.  He ran his hands through his hair and rested his forehead against the
stall door.

“Honey
… open the door.” 

“Go
away!”  She cried tearfully.

“I
am not going anywhere.  Open up, honey.”

“Leave
me alone, Mason!”

He
pulled away from the door and warned her softy.  “Then you better stand back
from the door.”  He took a step forward and slammed his shoulder against the
door, breaking the lock and the door crashed open.

She
gaped at him, her tears forgotten.

“You
are a lunatic!  I told you to go away!”

He
stepped closer and pulled her up and out of the stall from where she sat
huddled on the toilet seat.

“Are
you walking or do I carry you outside?”

She
glared at him and he reached for her, but she skirted around him and stormed
outside and did not stop until she climbed onto the Hadley team’s platform. 
She stood against the railing, staring out to the track.

Mason
stopped behind her and slowly stroked his hands up and down her arms.

“I
did not mean to upset you, honey.  Quite honestly, I am not really sure why you
are so upset.  If you don’t want me to race your car, Michael will find me
another.”

She
swung to him, her eyes spitting fire, her voice rough in suppressed anger.

“My
car?  You know as well as I do it is not my car anymore!  It’s not even … even
Michael’s car!  It’s  yours!”

He
stood looking at her, anger bubbling higher and higher with every word she
spoke. He rammed his hands in his pockets and his mouth thinned. The silence
stretched uncomfortably between them.  She recognized the anger in his eyes and
felt the tears burn behind her eyes again.

“Now
you listen to me, Brooklyn and you listen well.  I had a speed racer years ago,
a Bugatti Veyron 16.4 Grand Sport.  Lord, she was a beauty and cost me an arm
and a leg, but I sold her when I withdrew from the circuit.  I have never had
any desire again to own a speed racer, nor do I now.  The Camaro is yours,
until you once again decide to sell it.  The ownership has never been changed.”

“Why?
Why did you buy her from Michael?”

“Because
you love that car and you two belong together.  Now, dry those tears honey.  I
hate to see those lovely eyes swimming in them.”

She
walked into his arms and wrapped hers around his back, hugging him tight.  She
placed a warm, passionate kiss in the center of his chest just above the
opening in his shirt and he shuddered.  Her warm breath caressed his heated
skin.

“Thank
you, Baby.”  She lifted her head and her eyes shone with happiness.

“Mason
…”

“Yes,
honey?”

“Please
kiss me.”

His heart skipped a
beat and nearly all his anger dissipated with her whispered request.  His head
lowered and his lips closed around hers.  The kiss was so tender and passionate
she felt her heart thumb louder and louder in her chest.  Her heart bubbled
over with love for this man, who spoiled and punished her with equal passion.

The Cleveland
project took up a lot of Brooklyn’s time since Mason made her the project
coordinator but she enjoyed every minute of it.   It was a good thing she was
so busy otherwise she would not have survived the past two days.

Mason
and Tiaan went to Cleveland to sign the final contracts and she remained behind
to ensure al the final documents and controls were compiled and in place in
time.  She never thought she would miss him so much, a whole lot more than she
did when he went to Australia a month ago.  Her cell phone rang and she
answered without paying attention to the caller id, her attention on the email
she was typing.

“Brooklyn
speaking.”

“And
here I thought you missed me.”

“Mason!”

“That’s
better.  How far are you with the succession proposals?”

They
spend a half hour discussing her proposals and he was very impressed with her
initiatives.  He sighed; annoyed that he had to stay another day.

“Tiaan
is on his way back already, but I have another meeting with the Senior Associates
tomorrow morning.  I should arrive around four in the afternoon.”

“I
see. I suppose I will have to change Wesley’s and my meeting for tonight then.”

He
was silent for a while, having forgotten that he was going to be at the house
tonight for their final task in their assignment.  He actually liked him, and
they were clearly very good friends, but he still didn’t want her alone with
him.

“I
am sorry, honey.  Why don’t you arrange with Michael to come over and stay with
you tonight?  I know you have a time limitation on the assignment.”

“Maybe
we should just meet at Michaels’ and I’ll stay with him tonight.”

“Thank
you, honey.”

“For
what?”

“Reminding
me about Wesley.”

His
heart warmed at the knowledge that she respected his feelings so much so that
she was willing to change her arrangements.   He missed her more than he
thought possible and needed to hold her in his arms.

Brooklyn
made the arrangements with Michael and Wesley and settled back behind her desk
to compile the gap analysis she still needed to complete.

It
was mid-afternoon when the landline on her desk rang and she answered the phone
with the usual, “Mr. Sheppard’s office, good afternoon.”

“Put
me through to Mason, dear … quickly now.”  The sultry voice grated on
Brooklyn’s nerves and Iceland was in her voice when she answered coolly.

“I’m
afraid he is unavailable at the moment.”

“Come
now … I know the drill.  Just tell him it is Clarisse and he will take the
call.”

“As
I said, he is unavailable.  Do you wish to leave a message?”

“Mason
will not like it if you don’t at least tell him it is me on the line.  I
suggest you go to his office immediately.”

“Mr.
Sheppard is not in the office at present, he is on a business trip.  I will be
sure to tell him you called, Clarisse …?”

“Barrows. 
Clarisse Barrows.  Tell him I am in New York for the week and would love to …
re-visit our last … ehm … activity.”

Brooklyn
slammed the phone down, her whole body trembling in anger.  Clarisse Barrows! 
A dainty and exquisite redheaded actress!  She hated her very first
introduction to the women Mason has had in his life.  She was so upset; she
cleared her desk and slammed her office door closed behind her.

“Revisit
their last activity!  Over my dead body!  Can you believe the audacity of the
woman?”  

She
ranted at Michael where she was slumped on his couch a little while later.

Michael
watched in amazement as another spoonful of chocolate ice cream disappeared in
Brooklyn’s mouth.  She always indulged in ice cream when she was upset, and the
fact that the one liter tub of ice cream was already a quarter ways empty were
testimony of how upset she was.

She
pointed with the spoon in his direction and frowned at him, clearly expecting
an answer on what he assumed was a rhetorical question.

He
threw his hands in the air and opened his eyes and searched for the correct
answer.  He knew how quickly she got annoyed when she was upset.

“Very
audacious, yes.”

She
dug the spoon back into the tub and another lump of ice cream was crammed into
her mouth.

“Are
you humoring me, by any chance, Michael?”  She mumbled with a full mouth.  “You
should not humor me!  You should tell me I have nothing to worry about!”

Her
cell phone rang and she snorted when the caller id showed Mason’s name.  She
threw the phone on the coach next to her and stuffed more ice cream in her
mouth.  Michael chuckled, reached over to grab her phone and answered the call.

“Michael? 
Why are you answering Brooklyn’s phone?   It’s only just after four.”

“I
guess she decided she’s had enough for one day…”

Michael
watched Brooklyn rise and shook his head when she disappeared into his kitchen
and returned with a bag of Oreos.  He sat forward, his elbows on his knees,
watching in amazement as she spooned ice cream on top of a cookie and crammed
it in her mouth.

“Clawhofa
bloofy Bawhows!” 

Michael
couldn’t contain himself any longer and burst out laughing and had to duck when
she threw an Oreo Cookie at his head, mumbling about an insensitive jerk.

“Michael! 
What the hell is going on?”

“Did
you know about Brooklyn’s tendency for ice cream when she is upset, Mace?
Buckets and buckets of ice cream.”

“Why
is she upset?”

“Chocolate
… it has to be chocolate.”

Brooklyn
threw him a murderous glare and spooned more ice cream on the cookie in her
hand.

“Bee,
sis … don’t you think you’ve had enough?”

She
glared at him and deliberately pushed the cookie in her mouth.

“Michael! 
Why is she upset?”

“And
wouldn’t you know it; usually she buys only a small tub.  She’s already halfway
through a liter tub!”

“God
dammit, Mickey!”

“And
she’s added Oreo cookies to the mix too.”

“Oreo
cook …  I am going to murder yo …”

“Yeah
… almost halfway through that packet too.”

Brooklyn
swallowed and said loud enough for Mason to hear.  “My habits are none of his
business!   Liqueur … yes … do you have chocolate liqueur, Mickey?”

She
rose and walked towards his bar and he jumped up to run after her.

“Bee
… no … you are going to be as sick as a dog already from all the ice cream and
cookies!  Brooklyn put that bottle down!  Bee … ah shit!”

“Michael
Hadley, if you don’t tell me what the hell is going on right now …”

She
toasted the glass in Michael’s direction and he heard Mason’s curse when he
heard her say, “Bottoms up, Baby!  C’mon Mickey, drop that phone and drink with
me!”