The Tycoon and his Honey Pot (7 page)

“Honey,
are you there?  What’s wrong, my love?”

“Nothing
is wrong.  I just … Mason … I have feelings for you that scare me.  I never
imagined my heart could be affected so deeply, so quickly.”

“Brooklyn
… don’t be scared, and don’t deny those feelings.  I have told you, you are
mine … and it means I am yours.  Trust in that and know that I will never let
you go … never …”

Brooklyn
leaned her head against the backrest of the luxurious seat of the twenty seat Company
jet.  She sighed and a soft smile curved around her lips.  It has been an
extremely difficult morning and her hands itched to touch Mason.

Mason
barely acknowledged her when he walked into the office this morning and seemed
very pre-occupied.  She hoped it was with thoughts and memories of their time
together. Her whole body tingled every time she was near him.  He chose to
pilot the plane himself and she listened with half an ear to the drone of his
voice chatting with the Company pilot.

He
landed the jet so smoothly she only realized they were on the ground when he
taxied the plane toward the private terminals.  As soon as it came to a
complete stop, she undid her safety belt and gathered her bags, slowly moving
towards the exit door where Mason and the pilot were already opening the door. 
She kept her eyes lowered as she walked past him, breathing his fresh
aftershave in, the now familiar tingling shivered down her spine.

“Zita,
I have arranged for Graham to drop you off at the hotel.  I am meeting Tiaan
for a short meeting this afternoon with one of his clients; he spend the
weekend here.  Please ensure that all the packs are ready for the meeting in
the morning.  Will you be fine to have dinner on your own?”

She
nodded.  “No problem, I’ll be fine.” 

“Good,
then we’ll meet around eight am for breakfast before we go to the meeting.”

“Yes,
sir.”

“Mason!”

She
nodded, still avoiding his eyes, skirted past him and hurried to the waiting
car, sighing in relief to be away from his penetrating eyes.  She caught him
looking at her with a frown a few times since she started working for him and
it felt as if he knew who she was.

After
she checked in at the hotel she quickly unpacked her bag, cleaned the heavy
makeup from her face and re-applied her usual subtle make-up.  She dressed in
Sissy Boy jeans with a silver chain belt and a smart purple silk top with
purple high heeled sandals.  She sighed shaking her hair loose as soon as she
took out the pins holding the tight bun in place.  She ran her fingers through
the thick tresses. Grabbing her bag and folder she hurried to catch a cab to be
in time for her meeting with Black Torque, the sponsor it was scheduled with.

The
meeting took slightly longer than she anticipated and it was already close to
six o’clock by the time she left the building.  She was happy and relaxed.   It
was a very lucrative meeting.  Black Torque signed an agreement to extend their
sponsorship for another four years at an agreed increase of fifteen percent per
annum.

Before
she hailed a cab she switched both her cell phones on; the one from work and
her own private one.  She noticed a few missed calls and smiled when two of
them were from Mason and one from Michael.  She dialed Michael first to inform
him of the good news and he was elated.

“You
know sis, why don’t we make it official and you become our PR and Marketing Manager
until you start your practice?  Everyone knows you and you have clinched all
the sponsorships for the past four years.”

“That
sounds like a wonderful idea and we could discuss it, but only if you have a
proper job profile for me.”

“So
… if we decide on you working for the Hadley team, do I still buy your baby
from you?”  Michael asked already knowing what her answer would be.

She
hesitated for a fraction and her voice was sad.  “Yes, Mickey, I want to finish
my Masters within three months, so any job I take will have to be temporary
anyway and until I find an Intern job.”

“Okay
sis, I am busy with the transfer as we speak and I’ll get Lucas to get all the
ownership papers ready for signing.”

She
hailed a cab and dialed Mason as soon as she settled in the back seat.

“Hi
honey.  You’re meeting finished?”

“Yes,
only just.  Very successful too.”

“Where
are you?”

“Just
got into a cab on West Lakeside Avenue.”

“What
time will you be here?”

She
smiled and felt the excitement rush through her at the thought of having his
arms around her again.

“Ten
minutes.”

“I’ll
be waiting.”

Traffic
however was quite bad at that time of the day and it was closer to twenty
minutes when the cab stopped in front of the Renaissance hotel.  She got out
after paying the driver with a smile and turned towards the entrance of the
hotel and was caught and pulled hard against a muscled chest.  Before she could
even gasp, hot lips closed around hers and she breathed Mason’s fresh fragrance
into her lungs. She wrapped her arms tight around his back and returned his
passionate kiss, right there on the public sidewalk!

He
pulled back and stared into her eyes, his voice husky and deep.

“This
is where you belong, right here in my arms.” 

He
hugged her tight and ignored the people walking around them, some irritated,
others smiling at the open display of love and affection of the striking
couple.  She was all honey and gold, he was all dark and rugged.

He
pulled her close against him with his arm around her waist and drew her
inside.  He growled in her ear.

“I
hope you are not too hungry, honey … I have an urgent hunger that needs to be
fed first!”

They
walked into the empty elevator and she stood on her toes to whisper in his
ear. 

“Only
if mine gets fed too.” 

Her
lips closed around his earlobe and she sucked and swirled her tongue around the
tip.  Her hand closed around his rising shaft giving him promise to what was in
store for him.

He
groaned and pressed her against the wall of the elevator, grinding his fully
aroused shaft into the apex of her legs.  She moaned and arched her head back. 
His eyes fell on the love mark he gave her yesterday and his lips closed over her
skin again and he drew deep. He sucked and licked.  Brooklyn mewled and hooked
her one leg around his waist.  She rubbed her core against his hard strength
and felt liquid heat soaking her panties.

They
were breathing hard when the elevator stopped on his floor and they nearly ran
to his room.  The minute they were inside he pressed her against the wall and
kissed her with forceful passion.  His mouth slanted over hers, desperately
delving his tongue deep into her mouth.  Their tongues tangled.  He sucked and
pulled at her lips as if she was his sustenance.  Brooklyn returned his passion
with uncontrolled wantonness and nearly tore his shirt open in her haste to
touch his naked skin. Her body was on fire and she moaned when he tore his
mouth from hers.

He
threw his shirt, pants and shoes off, reached for the buttons on her silk top
and immediately lost his patience with the tiny buttons. He wiggled his
eyebrows at her and took the edges of the top and ripped it open, buttons
shooting everywhere.

“Mason! 
I don’t have any clothes with me!”  She cried in panic, but he only laughed and
was already pulling her jeans down and off, together with her dainty high
heeled sandals.  His eyes heated even more and his shaft tightened painfully at
the sight of her.  She wore a purple lace bra and G-string set and his breath
got caught in his throat.

He
reached for the front clip of her bra and flicked it open watching her
bountiful breasts spilling from the cups; he leaned into her, pushing his
jockeys off and he grasped and kneaded her firms butt cheeks as his mouth
closed over hers.  She felt him tear the string of her panty at the back and
she growled in his mouth. It turned to a loud moan as he lifted her legs around
his waist and surged into her swollen and heated sheath.

“Hold
on, honey … this is going to be rough!”

He
started thrusting hard, fast and so deep she felt him caress her womb.  He tore
his mouth from her to watch her face, plunging faster and harder with each moan
that escaped her lips.  She panted his name and her legs tightened around him.  She
keened and her orgasm tightened her sheath around him forcefully and milked him
relentlessly.  His release shot from him, weakening his legs and he had to lean
against her pressing her into the wall to stay upright.

He
gripped her buttocks and walked her towards the bed, still buried deep inside
her.  He continued to feed his hunger for hours, until he forced himself to
stop, remembering that Brooklyn was sore from the weekend.  Yet he still could
not get enough and was probably making it worse, but she never complained, she
urged him on, exulted in the pleasure he drew from her body.  She fell asleep
in exhaustion on his chest and his arms held her close to his heart, a tender
smile on his face, till he fell asleep as well.

Mason
woke up and for the first time in a while felt he slept deeply and totally
relaxed.  He sat up and frowned when he realized Brooklyn was gone.  He swung
his feet from the bed but relaxed back against the headboard when she walked
out of the bathroom.  She was already dressed in her jeans and the shirt he
wore the day before, tied in a knot around her waist.

He
grinned and pulled her down on top of him when she reached the bed.

“Morning,
my love.  You look scrumptious in my shirt.”

“Hmm
… if you practiced a little more patience and restraint, I would still have
been able to wear one of my most favorite tops!”

“I’ll
replace everyone that I tear from your body.”

“You
better!  I am running out of G-strings!”  She laughed and leaned in to kiss him
tenderly on his lips.

“I
have to go.  I still need to get dressed and my first meeting is at eight
thirty.|”

“What
time is it?”

“Nearly
eight.”

“You
are probably starving … we never got to eat dinner last night.”

“No
… but I enjoyed the meal that I did get!”

He
growled and pulled her close for another deep kiss.  She chuckled and drew away
reluctantly.

“I
really have to go.  See you tonight?”

“Yes,
and I’ll book a table for us at a nice restaurant so I can feed you first this
time.”

The
minute she closed the door behind her she rushed to her room a floor down and
managed to get her disguise in place within thirty minutes and sat down at the
breakfast table minutes before Mason walked in.

“Morning
Zita.  Did you sleep well?”

She
felt a blush spread over her cheeks and lowered her eyes.  “Yes, quite well,
thank you.”

He
noticed the blush and wondered about it, but was starving so he indicated they
should go and dish up from the buffet. 

Graham
waited for them in front of the Hotel in another luxurious SUV.  The Sheppard’s
were not sports car Tycoons, they liked luxury and comfort.

During the first tea
break Mason asked her to book a secluded table for two at the rooftop
restaurant at the Hyatt hotel.  She felt extremely guilty making the booking,
but looked forward to having dinner with him in such a romantic setting.  In
effect, it was their first real date.

Brooklyn did
not bring any smart clothes with and was relieved when the meeting finished
just after four.  Mason sent her back to the hotel with Graham as he was
meeting Tiaan and his cousin for a drink before dinner.  She was relieved as it
gave her the opportunity to quickly pop in at the boutique around the corner
from the hotel to buy something smart to wear to dinner that evening.

She
settled for a cream colored dress with thin gold threats that molded to her
curves and was held up by thin spaghetti straps over her shoulders.  The front
of the dress was low cut and hugged her breasts; the golden globes enticing
above the slightly curved edge barely covering them.  Strappy gold high heeled
sandals and long gold earrings completed the picture.

Her
makeup was slightly darker in gold and charcoal hues with rose colored lipstick
on her lips.  Her hair caressed her back in her normal tousled style.  She
picked up the matching clutch bag and went downstairs to wait for Mason in one
of the lush alcoves with deep couches.  She went down early to ensure she did
not bump into him coming down the elevator and only relaxed when she settled in
the deep, comfortable couch with a view of the elevators and entrance into the
hotel.

She
glanced at the large hotel clock and noticed it was nearly six thirty.  Her
cell phone rang and she flicked her finger over the screen.

“Hi
baby, how was your day?”

“Tiring,
especially after having to entertain Tiaan and Charles.”

“Charles?”

“My
cousin.  I just came back to the hotel to shower and change.  Our table is
booked for seven. Where do I pick you up?”

“I’m
already downstairs.”

He
sighed.  “Why is it such a problem for you to be picked up from your hotel?”

She
bit her lip.  “Are you fighting with me, Mason?”

“No
… clearly I am not going to win this battle.  I am on my way.”  She smiled and slipped
her phone back in her bag.