The Tycoon and his Honey Pot (16 page)

Mason’s
legs crumbled and he pulled her down with him onto the floor, his arms crushing
her against him.  They breathed haggardly until their bodies cooled down enough
to move.

She
hid her face against his shoulder, still breathing harshly, and wrapped her
arms around his neck, holding on tight.  She shivered and battled to get her
body under control.  Never in her wildest dreams would she have thought to find
so much pleasure; what he just gave her, surpassed even those dreams. Even when
he was this rough, he didn’t hurt her. Her sheath still pulsed as if he was
still inside her and she whimpered.

His
arms tightened around her, knowing he lost control, praying that he did not
hurt her.  She kept moving on his lap, stroking her wetness against his
semi-hardness and he groaned.  She dropped her one arm, seeking his hand and
when he folded his fingers around hers she pulled his hand between her legs,
spreading them and pressed her aching cleft into his hand, pleading silently
for more.

He
growled and thrust two fingers inside her and she thrashed against his hand,
her head thrown back.

“More,
Baby!  I need more!”

He
pushed another inside and twisted his hand to stroke her clit at the same
time.  He realized that her body was still so wound up because of the way and
intensity he took her with.   She still pulsed around his fingers, milking and
drawing them deeper.  He kept thrusting, tipping his finger inward to catch the
bundle of nerves deep inside, triggering a helpless scream and watched her
beautiful body straining against his hand, her breasts bobbing with every
thrust.  She started keening, thrashing faster and she bend over his arm curved
behind her back, her breasts jutting upwards.  His mouth swooped down and
clamped around a nipple. He sucked and pulled it hard and deep into his mouth
and she shattered in his arms.  Her sheath tightened around his fingers and her
breath snagged in her throat.  He bit down on her nipple and she screamed;
throwing her hips higher against his hand as her climax intensified with the
added pleasure.

He
brought her down tenderly.  He stroked and kissed her heated skin and cursed
when she asked with a wobbly voice.

“Are
you going to do this to your new assistant too?”

He
pushed her off his lap and drew her upright.  He pulled his pants up and picked
her up to carry her to the bathroom where he cleaned her. He ignored her frustrated
complaints that she could do it herself. When they were both clean and dressed
he drew her with him back to his office.  He turned and took her face between
his hands, his eyes nearly as black as coal and he looked deep into her smoky
silver ones.

“Brooklyn,
I can honestly say that I have never had a single sexual experience that gives
me as much pleasure and satisfaction with any of the women I’ve been with as I
do with you. You absolutely blow my mind every time I take you.  I have no
desire to have another woman in my arms, and most definitely no desire to make
love with anyone else but you.  You give me more than I could ever have wished
for.  I need only you.  Do you hear me, honey?  I. Need. You.”

He
kissed her tenderly and she held him close to her heart.

“Then
why?  Why are you chasing me away?”

He
chuckled wryly.  “I kept you here because I was livid with your deceit and I
wanted to punish you.  Actually, I wanted you where I could keep my eye on you
all the time and what just happened is the why, my love.  I am over my anger …
my intended punishments … you have turned it into ultimate pleasure and now it
is all I can think of and I want you all the time.  You, my beautiful, sensual,
wanton Honey pot, are too much of a distraction and I am losing focus on my
work.”

She
blushed and smiled at him.

“Besides,
Michael said to continue part time will take another ten months.  Ten months do
not fit into my future plans for us.  Tiaan and I already agreed we will offer
you the year’s Internship you need here with us.  With our growth, we require
an Industrial Psychologist on a permanent basis and it is in our growth plan
for next year already.  The job is yours if you want it.”

She
stared at him, gaping air like a fish on dry land.  She swallowed and frowned,
remembering what he said.

“What
do you mean it doesn’t fit into your future plans?”

“Curiosity
killed the cat.”  He smiled, rapping her on her nose.

“You’re
not angry anymore?  Does that mean you will let me explain?”

“I’m not sure it
matters anymore, Honey, but yes.  Tonight.”

“Please
believe me, Mason.  I never planned to lie to you, it just sort of … happened. 
I have never reacted to a man I did to you on first sight and I didn’t know
what to make of it.  It was more than the physical reaction it was … intense
and touched my soul.

Madison
snuggled against his side and slipped her leg between his to rub her heated
apex against his thigh.  He gripped her thigh and growled.

“Behave
woman.  You’re the one that demanded to tell me now, so none of this rubbing
and grinding against me!”

She
kissed his nipple and then flicked it with her tongue and his breath hissed in
his throat.

“I
know, but I thought you would wait until after!”

“Oh
no, your tale is going to establish whether or not there even is going to be an
after tonight …”

She
gasped and reared up to glare at him.  He chuckled and rapped her on her nose. 
She fell back on his chest and continued stroking his muscled chest.

“I
was absolutely shocked when Lucas introduced you.  The thought that went
through my mind at that moment was … no bloody way … I want him … he can’t be
my boss!  I guess I was too scared you would not be interested in me anymore if
I walked into your office a day later.  I was not prepared to take the chance. 
I immediately started looking for another job.  I couldn’t just resign.  Baby,
please understand.  I needed to finish my Masters so that I could get an
Internship.  I needed the money.”

“I
would have helped you, honey!  For that matter, Michael offered often.  Why
would you never allow him to?”

“Pride,
I suppose.  He achieved so much and all because of dedication and hard work.  I
wanted to do the same.  I wanted to achieve it on my own.  Can you understand
that?”

He
nodded and leaned down for a quick kiss.  He frowned.  “At what point did you
decide to sell the Camaro?” 

“After
we spend our first night together.  I knew then already I could not continue to
deceive you any longer.  But we had to go to Cleveland and I didn’t want to
tell you there.  I intended to tell you the moment we returned, but you went to
Australia. I was ready to tell you the moment you got back, but then Tiaan
brought the meeting forward.”

He
lifted on his elbow and looked into her eyes; his face stern and earnest.

“I
can appreciate why you did what you did and that you feel you had justification. 
I am driven by integrity and honesty is very important to me.  I will never lie
to you … ever.  Even if what I say will hurt you, but I will not lie.  I expect
the same from you, Brooklyn.  Don’t ever lie to me again.  You don’t know how close
I was to throw you out the door when I realized you deceived me.  That is how
high I value honesty.”

She
nodded and hugged him tight.   “I know and it was hard for me too.  I don’t
want to be thrown out the door, baby, so you can be assured I won’t ever lie to
you again!”

“All
your punishment could have been prevented if you only told me that first night
we were together.”

She
lifted her leg and climbed on top of him, leaning down until her nipples
touched his chest.  She kissed him lingeringly.  Her eyes shone with desire
when she smiled at him.

“I
guess so … but it was not all punishment … I actually enjoyed every moment of
it … aahhh … Mason!”

She
shrieked when he flipped her on her back and entered her in one movement.  He
settled deep and growled sensually.

“I
guess I will have to think of another way of punishment for you then …”

Brooklyn could
not contain her excitement and replaced the receiver. The smile on her face was
a sure sign of her happiness.  She ran into the kitchen and hugged Liza who
tsk’ed at her and shook her head.

“I
am going to surprise Mason at the office, Liza.  I’ll let you know if you need
to bother with dinner, we might have dinner in town.”

She
quickly dialed his office to confirm with Sally, his new Assistant that he was
available.  Sally was a lovely woman and extremely competent … and fifty one
years old.  Mason did not want to take any chances that Brooklyn might have any
more doubts and gave clear instructions on her replacement.

“He
is free this afternoon, yes.  What time will you be here so I can tell him?”

“No,
don’t.  I want to surprise him.  I should be there around one though.”   

She
chuckled.  “Hmm … not a problem.  I’ll make sure he doesn’t disappear before
then.”

Brooklyn
dressed in a short black mini dress with white gold earrings and black high
heeled pumps.  She walked into his office just before one.  She hesitated when
Sally was not at her desk and his door was closed.  Knowing that he was free,
she decided to walk in anyway and opened the door with a happy smile on her
face.

The
sight that met her eyes solidified her blood and her whole body froze.  The
smile died on her lips and she went pale as a sheet.  The shocked gasp that
sounded in the room broke the couple on the couch apart and her eyes met
Mason’s. 

She
did not even register his vicious curse and swung around and ran as fast as she
could.  Her vision blurred with tears that coursed down her cheeks.  She heard
Mason calling her name behind her and she desperately shot around a corner and
slammed through the first door that would open.  She closed the door softly and
clamped her hands over her mouth to keep the gasps and sobs inside.

Mason
shouted her name just as he ran past the door and she closed her eyes.   Her
heart slammed against her chest and she listened to his receding footsteps. 
She looked around and realized she was in one of the archive rooms and stumbled
between the shelves to huddle against the wall at the back of the room.

She
wrapped her arms around her waist and sank down on the floor, desperately
trying to force the tears and sobs back.  When she closed her eyes she saw the
vision as if in a snapshot and cried in pain; the exquisite redheaded actress, his
ex-non lover as he claimed, Clarissa Barrows, lying on top of him. She rubbed
her hips against his and they kissed passionately, with his arms caressingly
around her.

Her
phone started ringing inside her handbag and she grabbed it to switch it off. 
She could not face him now, she was too angry.  She rose and wiped the tears
from her cheeks.  Peeping around the door she made sure there was no one around
and sighed with relief when she noticed the staircase was directly opposite from
where she was.  She managed to reach the foyer without bumping into anyone,
least of all Mason.

She
did not take into account his determination however.  He instructed the
security team to search the whole premises’ video cams and was informed of her
whereabouts the minute she entered the Reception area from the staircase.  She
heard him shout her name just as she reached the revolving doors.  With a burst
of speed she ran outside, hailed a taxi down and shouted at the driver to go
moments before Mason’s hands could reach for the door handle.

Brooklyn’s
first thought was to go to the race track, but realized Mason knew her well
enough by now and it would be the first place he would go to look for her.  Her
heart throbbed with pain and desolation inside her.  She could not believe what
she had seen.  Just last night he made love to her more than once and again
this morning in the shower and to see him with another woman in his arms,
totally devastated her.

So
much for needing only her!  She should have known better than to believe she
had a future with a man such as him.  He was just too attractive, too
successful, too much of a temptation for women such as Clarissa Barrows!

She
ended up at Michael’s house and let herself in with her key, remembering the
last time she was in his house gobbling down ice cream; also due to the same
woman!  Today she did not even crave the ice cream; she was completely
devastated and wandered through the house listlessly.

Her
mind was totally blank, the joy of being told she passed her Masters Cum Laude
totally forgotten.  No thoughts of at long last achieving her dream even, just
emptiness.  She swallowed back the sobs and grabbed her handbag.  Michael’s
Porsche 911 GT was parked in the garage and she bit her lip.  Knowing how
sacred he was about it, she hesitated at first but took the keys anyway and
drove away carefully.  The windows were open and blew through her hair, drying
the tears on her cheeks.

She
took to the road and drove for hours until the fuel light went on and she had
to stop for fuel.  Luckily she had cash with her and sighed in relief when she
noticed a fuel station down the road.  She had no idea where she was as she
just drove aimlessly and was shocked when asked, to realize she was in
Gettysburg and the sun was setting already.

She
checked in at General Lee's Headquarters, a quiet Inn on Buford Avenue.  She
realized she needed to phone Michael and tell him she had his car, in case he
reported it stolen.  To be locked up for theft would be the last straw to a
dreadful day!

“You
what!”

“I’m
sorry Mickey.  I should have asked you first, but I didn’t think.”

“Mason
is out of his mind with worry, Bee.  Where the hell are you?”

“I
don’t know why he would be.  It is very clear that he intends to move on.  I should
have known there was more to getting me out of his way at the office.”

“Bee,
everything is not always as it seems.  In this case, I am sure it is not.”

“I
have eyes, Michael.  I saw him myself!”

“What
exactly did you see?  Or were you so upset that you did not take in the full
picture?”

“He
… forget it.  I don’t want to talk about it anymore.”

“Where
are you, Bee?”

“I’m
in … he is there with you, isn’t he?  Dammit, when did your loyalties change?”

“Bee,
I am just as worried.  We all know how you get when you are upset and angry. 
And … you have my car … a very fast car at hand … please tell me where you
are.”

“Forget
it Michael.  I promise I will look after your car.  I just need a few days …
please.”

He
sighed and avoided Mason’s hard glare.  “Very well, but phone me every day.” 
He ended the call and threw the phone on the table in frustration.

“She
won’t tell me.” 

He
glanced at Mason and noticed that the angry lines around his mouth edged
deeper.  He was more than angry at this stage, he was absolutely livid.  When
he shouted and talked he was just angry, but when he went quiet, he was
dangerous.

“She
is adamant about what she saw, but she is hurting.  I could hear it in her
voice.”

Mason
cursed viciously and ran his hands through his hair.

“Bloody
woman!  I could kill her!”

“She
is upset, Mason.  You can’t blame her!”

He
barely glanced at Michael.  “I meant Clarissa.  If Brooklyn walked in two
seconds later she would have found the bloody woman being thrown out.”

His
eyes were haunted when they met Michael’s.

“We
have to find her Mickey.  I can’t lose her!”

Michael
saw the love and concern in his friend’s eyes and knew without doubt that he
really loved Brooklyn.

“Maybe
a few days for her to calm down …”

“No! 
With Brooklyn a few days would be the worst thing to give her.”

He
walked back and forth in front of Michael where he sat behind his desk, his
body strung tight.  He swung to him with a frown.

“Don’t
you have a tracking system on your car?”

“Yes! 
Damn, why didn’t I think of that?”

He
reached for his laptop and opened the tracking system link.  Mason stood behind
him, impatient for the search to complete.

“Holy
cr … she is in Gettysburg!  What the devil is she doing there?”

“Address,
Mickey.  I need the address!”

“It’s
stationary on Buford Avenue … it’s … let me see … must be the General Lee’s
Inn.  Wait!  Do you really think you should …”

The
glare Mason threw at him had him throw his hands in the air.

“You
better come with so you can drive your car back.  I am not leaving her there
tonight and we’ll fly back home straight away.”

“We’re
going with … your chopper?”

“Michael
… I am an excellent pilot.  I promise you will be safe.”

He
sighed heavily, locked up the office and ran to catch up with Mason who was
already halfway to the helipad next to the race track.

The
flight to Gettysburg took less than an hour and having made arrangements on the
way for car rental they stopped in front of the inn before eight.  Mason nearly
grabbed the reception attendant by the throat when he refused to supply him with
Brooklyn’s room number.  Michael tried to pacify him and requested the shaken
young man to call the owner.

Bill
White listened to Michael who decided to give a little background to the chubby
Inn owner.  He was a grandfather already and was at the desk when Brooklyn
arrived and remembered thinking that such a beautiful young woman should not be
that sad.  He glanced at the brooding man next to her brother and saw the
desperation flash in his eyes.

“Very
well, but be warned, I have her details and I will contact her to find out if
all is well in the morning.  If not … I will not hesitate to report her as
abducted.”

Mason
glared at him, but Michael quickly agreed.

“Thank
you, Mr. White and please don’t worry, I won’t allow anything to happen to my
sister either.”

He
nodded and went behind the desk to find her room number and showed them the
direction to go.  She was in one of the garden view suites that had an entrance
from the garden.

“She
won’t open the door if she knows it’s us.”

“She
is not expecting us, so she has no reason not to open the door.”

He
rapped on the door the moment they reached it and waited impatiently, his hands
in pockets.  He looked ruffled with the top buttons of his shirt opened and his
tie hanging loose and skew to one side.

“Who
is it?”  Her voice rang through the door.

Mason
growled and said in a soft voice with a shrug in Michael’s direction.

“Room
service.”

They
heard the key turn in the lock and she opened the door.

“I
didn’t order room ser …” and promptly slammed the door shut when she noticed
the two of them standing there.

Mason
kicked the door open before it closed and Brooklyn had to jump out of the way
with the force it slammed back in.  She swung around and ran for the bathroom,
but Mason’s arms wrapped around her waist.  He pulled her back against him and held
her wriggling body close to his.

“Let
me go!  No!  Put me down!”  She pushed at his hands clamping around her waist
as he turned towards the door.  Her eyes swung to Michael and she cried in
desperation.

“Mickey,
help me!”  He closed his eyes and stepped out of the way.

“Grab
her bag, Mickey … ouch dammit!” 

Mason
growled when she dug her nails in on the soft skin beneath his wrists.  His
hands loosened enough for her to pull from his arms.  She immediately took off
through the door, with Mason cursing behind her when she slammed her heel down
on his foot for good measure.

Michael
smiled and shook his head.  Why she even bothered he didn’t know.  She should
know by now she could not get away from him, but it was a sight to behold when
she tore from his arms.  He grabbed her bag and followed at a leisurely pace,
laughing when Mason caught her within a few meters and yanked her back in his
arms.

“Let
me go!  I don’t want you to touch me!  If you don’t let me go I am going to
scream!”

He
just drew her closer and hugged her tighter. Desperate to reach her heart with
the heat and need of his body, but she was too upset and hurt and screeched
loudly.  He stopped her the only way he knew how and closed his lips over hers
and kissed her, ignoring her struggles.  Brooklyn hated the heat that rushed
through her body when she connected with his and the need to return his kiss. 
She intensified her struggles and bit down on his lip and he cursed viciously.

“I
am not leaving you here, Brooklyn.  You are coming home with me and we will
talk there.”

“I
have nothing to say to you!  I got your message this afternoon.   Loud and
clear!”

He
sighed and leaned his forehead against hers, his arms still wrapped tightly
around her.