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

TEASING THE
TYCOON

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SOPHIE ANTHONY

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

The TYCOON TEMPTATION Series

Book 1

Copyright © 2013 Sophie Anthony

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The TYCOON Series

Sophie Anthony

Book 1 – Teasing the Tycoon

Book 2 – Tempting the Tycoon

Book 3 – Taming the Tycoon

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TEASING THE TYCOON

F
or a girl like Marilyn Love ten months without sex is like an
eternity, so when she’s approached by a buff, handsome stranger her longing
makes it hard to resist him.  When his sexy baritone teases her senses she
knows she is lost.  Still, she fights it but when she meets him
again and he takes full control she knows he’s just the kind of man to release
her caged desires.  And then she learns that sex with him is nothing less
than mind-blowing!  But there’s just one complication – a secret he
doesn’t wish to share...

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A
ntonio Stone loves bold and assertive women and when he meets
Marilyn Love he knows immediately that she’s the one.  With curves in all
the right places, his eyes could be forgiven for wanting a whole lot
more.  But he soon finds out he underestimated this buxom bombshell
because in the bedroom she’s absolutely incredible.  He’s prided himself
on taking the lead but with Marilyn he learns that even an expert can get his
mind blown in bed. 

Spicy romance,
sizzling hot sex – the perfect combination...

“T
hat red dress
fits you well.”

Marilyn paused in
the fresh produce aisle, the bag of baby carrots in her hand, and turned to
regard the man who had uttered the words.  “Are you talking to me?” 

He gave her a slow,
almost seductive smile.  “Well, I don’t see anyone else in a red dress.”

For a moment she
didn’t respond, simply staring at him, taking him in.  He was a looker, that
she could not deny, with raven-black hair that curled at his nape, steel-gray
eyes that looked like they’d melt her bones and a six o’clock shadow that made
him look sexy as sin.  Finally, she spoke.  “Do you know who I am?”

“I certainly do,”
he drawled.  “A most beautiful woman in a hot red dress.  One I've had the
pleasure of seeing a few times at the gym.”

Marilyn blushed. 
She couldn’t help it.  He was good.  Damn good.

But this was going
nowhere.  She knew that so all she did was nod her head.  Then she gave him a
bold stare.  “Don’t aspire for what you can’t handle.”  And with that she
turned and headed for the cashier.

On her way out of
the supermarket Marilyn couldn’t help but look back but her arrogant admirer
was nowhere to be seen.

At the car she
stole a glance at herself in the tinted glass of the side window.  Had she
really looked that good?  She couldn’t deny that it felt good to have an
unexpected admirer, in the produce aisle at that.  Even after she’d put the
bags in the trunk and gotten into the car, for several more moments she sat in
the driver’s seat staring through the windshield, then a rude smile crept onto
her face.  No, she wouldn’t go there.  With a shake of her head she turned the
key in the ignition.

But on her way home
Marilyn’s mind continued to replay the conversation like an old tape recorder. 
To her surprise she found herself intrigued by the six foot plus, chisel-faced
stud she’d just met.  Just looking at him she knew he was a regular at the
gym.  She could just imagine his broad chest, tight abs, strong legs, muscled
shoulders...

She caught
herself.  Was she really daydreaming about her arrogant admirer?  Was she that
desperate?  Well, she hadn’t had sex in months so, hell yeah, she was
desperate.

Determined to
regain control of her renegade mind she turned on the radio.  That did the
trick and for the rest of the journey home she was lost in love with Air
Supply.

-—

“D
id you see that
cross over move?”  Marc threw a quick glance Antonio’s way.

“W...what?”  Jerked
back to reality by his over-excited friend, Antonio’s response was an
absentminded mumble.

“Hey, what’s up,
man?  You’re not here with us.  It’s like you’ve got the world on your mind.”

“No, I’m okay. 
Just a little distracted, is all.”

“Distracted? 
You’re distracted on a night like this, with your team, the Miami Heats,
playing a game seven for the NBA championship?  When it’s finished you’d better
tell me who this distraction is.”

Antonio smiled and
waved him off but he was still shocked at how the woman he’d seen had
captivated his mind.  She was absolutely stunning, with curves in all the right
places, her beautiful face accentuated by the most delicious lips, her body
made even more tempting with those inviting breasts.  God, she was hot and he
wanted her.

Antonio Stone was
no stranger to beautiful women.  Being the owner of the Work-It chain of gyms
he was accustomed to seeing them every day.  But there was something different
about this one.  Maybe it was her air of confidence that stamped its mark on
him, a confidence he was dying to test.

Eventually he got
back into his game like his old self, cursing the misses and cheering the
baskets made by his team as they held a two point lead heading into the fourth
quarter.

At the start of the
fourth quarter, within the first two minutes the Miami Heats were able to
extend their lead to ten points.  Antonio was like a kid again, hollering and
knocking fists with Marc, when his cell phone began to ring. 

His eyes still
glued to the T.V. screen, he jammed the phone to his ear.  “Hello?”

“Hi, how’re you
doing?” the chirpy voice said.  “It’s Kimberly.”

CHAPTER TWO

Marilyn Love sat at
her desk preparing for her ten o’clock meeting with her marketing staff.  She
could not understand why she was feeling so distracted.  Being Marketing
Director for Bouncy Hair Products was so challenging that sometimes she didn’t
have time to breathe.  With twenty staff members to manage as well as countless
meetings and conference calls she had her hands full, not to mention the
frequent business trips to the company’s overseas subsidiaries which had her
friends teasing that she’d never stay still long enough to find a husband.

But today, no
matter that she was busy as heck, she could not stop her thoughts from
wandering back to the handsome stranger she’d met at the grocery store.  What
was it about him that had her visiting the stars more often than she would
like?  Okay, he was handsome, bold and assertive.  She liked that in a man. 

But what really got
to her was the way he looked at her as if he were stripping her slowly, making
sweet hot love to her with his eyes.  Immediately, her clit jumped at the
thought and her pussy moistened as she imagined his tongue running slowly down
her neck as he feathered butterfly kisses on his way to her stiff, aching
nipples.  And as his gentle tongue sweetly spanked her ripened buds she moaned
out loud.

A sudden knock on
the door yanked her back to reality.  She cleared her throat.  “Co...come in.”

The door opened and
a diminutive redhead peeked in.  “Sorry to disturb you, Miss Love, but you
asked me to remind you when you had ten minutes to reach the conference room.” 

“Thank you,
Melissa.  I’ll be out in a minute.”

Melissa Jones, her
ever reliable secretary, had saved the day because if she hadn’t come in at
that moment the haunting stranger would have held her captive and she’d have
been late for her meeting, that was for sure.

-—

A
fter
a long and stressful day Marilyn got into her candy red Infinity G35 coupe and
headed for her sanctuary, the gym.  Nothing helped her relax more than a good
workout.  Well, truth be told, a night of hot sex would beat the gym for first
place any day but her sanctuary was a rewarding second placer.

Marilyn soon
reached Work It Gym, a first class all inclusive complex that had everything
from aerobics center, weight rooms with the top personal trainers to basketball
courts, tennis courts, squash courts and a first class swimming pool.

When she got in her
personal trainer was already waiting and ready to go.  They started with some
laps around the basketball court then they did their stretches.  Next they
moved on to her favorite exercise, squatting.  And yes, it showed that it was
her favorite because she’d been told she had a super sexy piece of ass, one
that was not missed by the lusting eyes of the men at the gym who should have
been working out instead of ogling her butt.  She knew she was hot and she was
there to get even hotter.

It was an intense
workout as usual as Peter Locke, her personal trainer, was one of the most
experienced of the gym’s staff and he took his job very seriously.  He pushed
her to the edge but she liked it because there was nothing nicer than seeing
the results of your hard work.

Then, with about
five minutes to go before the completion of her training session she could
swear she saw someone that looked like her arrogant admirer.  He was on the
other side of the gym doing his stretches and he was looking straight at her. 
Her eyes widened and her heart quickened as he started to walk toward her, not
taking his eyes off her. 

When he got close
Peter turned around.  “Good evening, Mr. Stone,” he said.  “How may I help
you?”

“Good evening,
Peter.  If you would excuse us for a few minutes I would be grateful.”

“No problem, sir.” 
With a nod he turned and walked away.

Mr. Arrogant
watched him walk away then he turned toward her and his lips curled into a slow
smile.  “Good evening, my lady.  Am I not the luckiest man in the world?”

“Good evening.” 
She raised her eyebrows at him.  “Do you really consider seeing me again as
good luck after the way I spoke to you when we first met?”

He shrugged.  “Your
mouth was being hard but your eyes were oh, so soft.  So yes, it’s good luck.”

“I’m glad you see
it that way,” she said, an involuntary smile softening her lips.  Discreetly
she looked him up and down, realizing that what she had imagined was a
reality.  His body was amazingly sexy - broad chest, well-defined biceps and
triceps and abs to die for.

She was drifting
off, into the stars, when his baritone voice grounded her.  “My name is Antonio
Stone and you are?”

She blinked.  “My
name is Marilyn Love.”

“
Miss
Love,
I assume?”

“Your assumption is
correct, Mr. Stone.  Is there anything else you would like to assume?”

“As a matter of
fact, yes.  I assume you’re available for dinner tomorrow at seven o’clock?”

She paused for a
second, pondering his audacity, but how could she say no?  This man had been
driving her and her sensitive spots crazy since the day they met.  So, since
she was right about her suppositions about his body, her curiosity regarding
his easy ability to leave her moist left her with only one choice.  “I’m
available,” she said, and there was no hesitation in her voice.

They exchanged
phone numbers and as she wrote his information on the back of one of her
business cards a slight tremble shook her writing hand.  She was acting on
impulse but she couldn’t help but wonder, in accepting his invitation was she
being the stupidest woman in the world?

W
hat the hell am I going
to wear?  Marilyn’s mind was racing as she took another look at the clock.  It
was already six o’clock and Antonio would be there to pick her up in the next
half hour.  She was pulling clothes from her closet and matching them against
her as she looked in the mirror.  “Not this one, too sexy.  This one is too
revealing.”  She was driving herself crazy, she was so picky. 

Finally she decided
to take a deep breath and just calm down. 
It’s just dinner.  Just be your
elegant self and you’ll be fine
.