The Tycoon and his Honey Pot (15 page)

“Let
me talk to her.”

Michael
held out the phone to her and she snorted, stuffing another Oreo in her mouth
and washing it down with another shot of chocolate liqueur.  Michael felt a
shiver running down his spine, just thinking of all the sugar she’s just
consumed.

“Sorry,
Admiral, she doesn’t want to talk to you.”

“Damn
right, I don’t!”

“Mace,
I am sorry, but I have to go.  I have to try and save what I can.  She’s
already overdosed on sugar.”

“Michael,
I want to know what is going on!”

“Chat
later, buddy.”  

He
threw the phone down and ripped the liqueur bottle and half full glass out of
Brooklyn’s hands.  He cursed when she reached for another Oreo and he slapped
it from her hand as well.

“Enough
Bee!  You are going to make yourself sick!”

She
crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him.  “You are not my keeper,
Mickey!”

“You
damn well need one!”

Her
face went white and she bent over and clutched her tummy.  “Oh Lord!”

“Serves
you right!”

“Mickey! 
No fair!  It’s Clarissa Barrows!  Do you know what she looks like! And that …
that …oohh … sultry voice of hers!”

“Hmm
… I know.  It makes a man think of all kind of things …”

“Michael
Hadley!  You see … even you …” she wailed and stroked her tummy.  She stiffened
and sat up, glaring at him.

“You
… you’ve met her!  You … he … she … oohhh!”  She screamed in rage.

Her
phone rang again and she grabbed it, stabbing at the screen.

“You
Mason Sheppard … and you Michael Hadley … are … are … ooohh, I can’t even find
the words!”

She
threw the phone at Michael, bent over in agony and then with a tortuous cry
jumped up and ran down the passage. Michael winced when she started hurling and
he closed his eyes at her pitiful cries of pain.

“Mace
… I er … have to go and help her.”

“Would
you just please tell me what the hell I’m supposed to have done wrong!”

Another
cry sounded from the bathroom even Mason heard it and he sighed.

“Go
and help her.  Give her some lime juice in water or peppermint oil.  I’ll phone
again.”

Brooklyn
slouched on the couch feeling very sorry for her, when Wesley arrived a little
later.  The lime juice helped to settle the nausea, but she was too scared to
move for fear of hurling again.

The
doorbell rang again and it was the pizzas Michael ordered.  She groaned when
she caught the smell and curled into a little ball.  Michael shook his head and
he forced her to eat a slice. 

“It
will help to counter all the sugar, Bee.  Just one slice.”

She
did feel better afterwards and even started working on the assignment with
Wesley.  She ignored the phone when it rang again, knowing it would be Mason. 
Michael mumbled about being the middle man, but answered the phone.

“How
is she?”

“Better. 
A lot of it came out and they’re busy on the assignment now.”

“I
suppose she still doesn’t want to talk to me.”

“Nope.”

Mason
sighed in frustration.  “So, are you going to tell me what is wrong?”

“Not
what my, friend.  Who.”

Brooklyn
swung to him.  “Michael!  Don’t you dare!”

“Who?”

“Yeah
… a person.”

“I
got that, dammit!  Who?”

Brooklyn
jumped on his back and tried to grab the phone out of his hand, but he avoided
her groping hands and shouted in the phone he held up in the air so she could
not reach it.

“Clarissa.”

“Who?”

“Oh,
this is priceless!  Clarissa Barrows.  Don’t you remember?”

Brooklyn
froze, Michael’s amazement registering through her anger.

“The
actress?  What about her?”

“She
phoned your office this afternoon.”

Mason
was quiet for a long time and frowned, trying to understand why that would
upset Brooklyn and then he remembered the one time he took her out.

“Oh
shit!  But that was ages ago!  I have not spoken or seen her since that one
night … What did she say to Brooklyn?”

“I’ll
leave it up to her to give you the message when you’re back.”  He chuckled at
the expression on her face and Mason’s curse in his ear.

“It
is not funny, Mickey!”

“You
have to look at it from my perspective, buddy. It is actually hilarious …
ouch!”  He groaned when Brooklyn slapped him on his back.  He held out the
phone to her.

“I
don’t want to talk to him and tell him not to call again tonight!”

She
went back to Wesley and they managed to finish their assignment by eleven.  She
took a quick shower and got into bed, hugging the pillow against her chest. 
Her phone beeped and she picked it up to read the message.

Honey,
I miss you in my arms and can’t wait to be back. 

She
groaned, but was still too upset to appreciate his message.  Her fingers flew
over the screen and she replied, biting her lip.

Baby,
I am sure there are a few Business Associates … and actresses … that would love
to have your arms around them!

Mason
cursed when he read the message, but grinned at her obvious jealousy.

You
are very generous, honey.
Does that mean you give me
permission to sleep with one of them?

She
gritted her teeth, anger bubbling inside her.

Do
you want to?

When
he didn’t respond immediately her shoulders slumped.  When he did eventually
respond a tiny smile hesitated on her lips at his obvious irritation.

Don’t
answer a question with a question, Brooklyn.  Do you want me to sleep with
other women?

She
bit her lip and thought about how upset she was, just knowing the type of women
he has slept with in the past.  Clarissa bloody Barrows for goodness sake! 

NO!

He
sighed in relief at her answer.

Good,
I have no desire to either!  I need to talk to you, honey!  May I phone you?

She
hesitated, needing to hear his voice, but did not want to talk about the
redhead.

Only
if you don’t ask any questions about your actress.

Her
phone rang almost immediately and she answered it huskily.

“Are
you feeling better, honey?”

“Yes,
Michael’s muti helped.”

“So,
you have a love for chocolate ice cream?  Should I stock up our fridge?”

“It
is not funny, Mason!”

“Ahh,
love … I also have a love for ice cream.  I would love to lick it from your
body … slowly and from every nook and cranny.  I am going to phone Liza in the
morning to stock up the fridge.  I am definitely going to indulge in some
tomorrow night!”

And
indulge he did.  He dropped blobs of ice cream all over her body, spread it
over her breasts, even her clit and licked and ate it off with slow
deliberateness, driving her crazy, making her plead, cry and beg for more.

“So, now that
your … floozies are coming out of the woodwork, you want to get rid of me!” 

Brooklyn
rose from the chair and stood in front of Mason’s desk with her fists in her
sides, her eyes flashing daggers at him.

He
gaped at her.  “Honey, I thought I have proven to you by now that I need only
you.”

“Really? 
And I suppose if the exquisite little redhead lover of yours walked through the
door, you would not drool, like Michael did, just thinking of her?”

His
eyes widened, amazed at her obvious jealousy she did not even try to hide.  He
grinned and leaned back in his chair.

“Well
… if she wore a tiny mini skirt, I might notice her legs … Brooklyn, come back
here!” 

He
chuckled when she stamped her foot and stormed to her office. Just as he
started to rise to follow her she stormed back in and glared at him from across
the desk.

“You
did not even deny it!”

“Deny
what?”

“When
I said redhead lover!”

“Ex,
Brooklyn and not even that.  It was just one night.”

“A
whole night?”

“Why
does that matter?”

“Just
answer me!”

“No.”

“No,
you refuse to answer or no to the question?”

“No
to the question.”

She
stared at him, her eyes glittering and pointed her finger at his chest, but
swallowed what she was about to say, when the phone on her desk rang.  He
listened to her murmured voice and shook his head smilingly when his phone
buzzed.  He groaned when her Iceland voice crackled thinly in his ear.

“It
is your redheaded lover on the line, Mr. Sheppard!”

“I
don’t want to tal …  Sheppard!” 

He
snapped when she put the call through anyway.  He winced when Clarissa’s sultry
voice coo’ed in his ear.  Knowing Brooklyn listened in the other office he kept
his responses non-committed, but friendly.  Not wanting to rock the boat more
than it already was!

“I
am sorry, Clarissa.  Unfortunately I am very busy this week. Maybe some other
time.” 

He
ended the call soon after that and went looking for Brooklyn immediately.  She
was typing a report and her fingers slammed on the keyboard.  She speared him a
flashing glare, but ignored him further. 

“What
more do you want from me, woman?  I am not meeting her!”

“Maybe
some other time?  That’s what you told her … maybe some other time!  Leaving
the door wide open!  Obviously as soon as you’ve kicked me out this door!”

He
groaned and threw his hands in the air and went searching for Tiaan.  Maybe it
would be easier having a normal discussion with him!

When
he walked back into her office, she seemed even angrier and handed a wad of
messages to him with a stiff arm.  His eyebrows rose.

“Since
when do you write down messages for me on slips of paper?”

“Since
I got tired of warding off all your floozies!  What happened?  Did they all see
your photo in the magazines and remembered what a hot date you were?”

He
glanced at the messages and cursed.  Two were from previous Business
Associates, one from Adrienne Mannis, the hotel Heiress and another from an old
school friend of his; all with sexy connotations in the messages.  He flushed,
but could not stop the chuckle that escaped his chest.  She flung a pencil at
him and he ducked, then froze when a throaty voice behind him drew him around.

“Mason,
you naughty man.  Why have I not heard from you since our conference in
Washington last year?”

Brooklyn’s
anger sizzled behind him and he was caught in a quandary.  Deidre Watts was an
important customer of theirs and he could not be short with her.

“Deidre,
I did not realize we had a meeting?”

She
laughed throatily and hooked her arm around his. 

“I
actually have a meeting with Tiaan, but I thought to just drop in and have a
quick cup of tea with you, if you have the time?”   She looked at Brooklyn and
smiled at her.  “Surely your assistant will be able to open you diary for short
while?”

Brooklyn
ignored him and smiled at the beautiful brunette draped on Mason’s arm.

“Of
course … as long as you need!  Would that be two teas then?” 

Her
eyes glittered like shards of ice when they clashed with his and he nodded
resignedly.  He loosened Deidre’s fingers around his arm and waved her into his
office, deliberately leaving the door open.

Brooklyn
brought the tray with tea and plunked it down on the table between them where
they sat on the wingback chairs facing the window.  She turned and walked out
without offering to pour the tea, her back as stiff as an ironing board.

Deidre
sniffed and said wryly.  “Good help is hard to find these days.  Shall I?”

He
nodded and wished Tiaan would by some miracle, come to his office so he could
take her away.  Brooklyn was wired so tightly he was worried she would snap. 
The timing could not have been worse; choosing today of al days to tell her, her
days of being his Assistant was over!  He spoke to her about finishing her
studies full time and to replace her with someone else at the office.  He did
not understand why all these women chose this week to start chasing him again.

The
minute Deidre left he grabbed Brooklyn by her arm and dragged her into his
office and locked the door behind them.  He drew her into his arms and looked
at her with fervor gleaming in his eyes.  She held herself stiff and away from
him and he became annoyed.  She had no reason to doubt him.  He has not shown
any interest in any woman since he met her and he felt she was totally over
reacting.

“Enough,
Brooklyn.  Deidre is a customer of ours, a highly rated one and I had no
intention of alienating her.  And no, I have never slept with her, or had sex
with her!  For goodness sake, honey, I am thirty five years old and I never
claimed to have lived the life of a monk!”

“That
much I have noticed!”  She huffed and folded her arms over her chest, pushing
him a little further away.

He
sighed and tried again.  “None of them meant anything to me, I already told you
that.”

She
pulled out of his arms and reached for the key in the door.

“Brooklyn
… you know what I want when I lock that door.  Don’t even think of touching
that key.”

She
swung around and snatched at him.

“I
will never willingly drape myself on that damn desk again!  You are a
hypocrite, Mason!  I am not even allowed to work on assignments with a school
friend of mine, but you have all these … these …!” 

She
waved and stamped her foot.  She winced at the glitter in his eyes.  Damn, she
should know better than throw a challenge out at him!

“You
will not deny me, honey.  You have given me a painful erection flouncing your
breasts in my face with your jealousy the whole morning, and you will ease it.”

“That
is your problem!  You obviously pounded your erection through all of … NO! 
Mason …!”

“Pounded
Brooklyn?  Is that a request?”

His
hands clamped around her upper arms like steel bands and he pulled her up
against him, his breath pure heat against her lips.  She whimpered, but she
triggered his anger and he turned towards the table with her in his arms.  His
eyes flashed his demand down at her and loosened his hands around her arms.

“I
will not spread my legs for you!”

His
grin was cocky and nasty. 

“Spreading
them is not a requirement, honey.  For … pounding … keeping them pressed
together will be so much more pleasurable!”

He
spun her around and she stood facing the desk, her insides heating up at the
promise in his voice.  She straightened her back, mutely refusing his command.

“Brooklyn
… do you really want to defy me … now?  With all those open invitations on my
desk?”

She
gasped and nearly turned around and slapped him.  He never undressed her,
always just hitched up her skirt and took her, so she knew that is what he
wanted again.  She refused to bent over on that damn desk again, and here she
was about to do it again … she’d be damned if she’d make it that easy for him. 
She reached up and quickly unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it off slowly, then
unclipped the front clasp of her bra and slowly pushed it off her arms and
dropped it on the desk, smiling when his breath caught in his throat.  Next she
pulled the zipper of her skirt down and very slowly smoothed the skirt down her
legs, bending over with her legs straight.  She bumped into his rigid shaft
that strained against his pants and pulled it off and added it to the pile on
the desk.

She
hooked her thumbs in the strings of her panty at the back and wiggling her
hips, shimmied out of her G-string, bending and bumping against his fully erect
arousal to pull it over her feet.  She straightened and smiled when his breath
hissed rapidly from his chest.  She took a step back until her back was flush
against his front and rolled her head back on his shoulder.  She raised her one
arm to stroke his neck and wiggled her bum hard against his straining arousal.

His
hands wrapped around her waist and he pulled her tighter against him.  His lips
locked on the pulsing vein in her neck, sucking hard at the soft skin and she
moaned.  She dropped her head further, allowing him full access to mark her to
his content.

She
moved her hips back and forth against his and felt rather than heard the low
growl rumbling in his chest.  His hands moved over her ribs to cup her breasts,
plumping and kneading them and her breathing increased.  When he flicked his
fingers over her already extended nipples she moaned and rolled her head on his
shoulder.  Her body was already on fire.

His
fingers closed around the hard nubs and he rolled and pinched them relentlessly
drawing gasps of pleasure from her lip.  Heat rushed down her body and she felt
the wetness slipping from her sheath.

“Give
me your mouth.” 

He
growled in her neck and she turned her head to offer him her lips.   She mewled
in his mouth when he pulled at her nipples the moment their lips met. It was a
heated kiss, teeth gashing, tongues sparing as they drew deep from each other,
Mason’s control slipped at the wanton and fieriness of her actions and her
naked body in his arms.

His
one hand moved over her belly and rubbed urgently over her clit, then separated
her weeping lips to thrust his fingers inside her heated channel.  Her legs
splayed apart and he plunged his hand as deep as it could go, exulting in her
body thrashing against his hand.

“Good
God, Honey, you are so hot … so damn wet!”

He
pulled his pants open and pushed it down to his knees, wanting and needing to
feel her naked flesh against his.  He breathed urgently in her ear.

“I
need you … now, Honey.”  He pushed her gently forward until she was bent over
the desk, her face flushed with need, spreading her legs.  He stroked and
kneaded her twin globes; his hands folded over her legs and pushed them
together.  He positioned his aching shaft against her waiting sheath and slowly
plunged inside, watching as her back arched backwards.

Brooklyn
gasped as he slowly filled every bit of space inside her.  He has never felt so
big, so tight inside her and she pushed her hips back against him, begging for
more.  Mason gnashed on his teeth, his shaft jumped inside her with every
movement she made.

“Please
… Baby!”

He
leaned over and kissed her between her shoulder blades, then higher in her neck
and whispered against her skin.

“Do
you want it, Brooklyn?”

His
promise of pounding her with pleasure flashed through her mind and she fisted
her hands, then reached back and pulled his hips tighter against her.  He
ground his shaft deeper inside her, waiting for her answer.

“Yesss
….”

“Are
you sure, Honey?”

“Stop
talking, Mason!  Yes! Please!”

He
started moving then, as he promised, pounding into her with so much desperation
and depth he touched her cervix. The friction inside her build the pressure so
quickly she cried out at the intensity of it.

“I
can’t … stop now!  Hold on, Honey!”  Mason worried that he was hurting her but felt
her inner muscles tighten around him so hard he shouted at the strength of it. 
She shattered on the desk in front of him.  Her back arched in a tight bow and
her nails cut into the soft skin of his hips where she gripped him.

She
screamed as the orgasm ripped through her body, tightening her groin and
everything went black as she stopped breathing at the intensity of it.  Stars
exploded behind her eyes and she milked him, desperate to ride the climax out
so she could breathe.  He plunged into her so hard the slap of their skin as he
pounded against her reverberated through the room. 

Brooklyn
struggled to breathe and the climax kept clawing at her insides, the continued friction
of Mason’s desperate rush to his own release kept feeding it and she felt
faint.  He thrust faster and harder, if that was at all possible.  He shouted hoarsely
as his climax shot through him from all the way up his legs to hit her cervix
with so much heat and force, she keened as her climax tightened again and shot
around his pulsing shaft.