The Tycoon and his Honey Pot by Sabel Simmons Read Free Book Online

thumb.  She closed her lips around the tip
and sucked it into her mouth, savoring the salty taste of him on her tongue. 
She swirled her tongue around the tip, sucking hard and he growled. He thrust
his arousal against the apex of her legs and she gasped.  God, he was so hard …
so invitingly tempting! Heat flowed down her body to drench her panties.
    “Are
you very hungry, honey?”
    “Suddenly not so much
for food anymore.”   He grabbed her hand and pulled her after him, shouting
their goodbyes in the direction of the patio.  She grabbed her duffel bag from
her room she always used over weekends when she stayed over.  They were in his
luxurious SUV before Michael and Lucas even realized they were leaving.
    Brooklyn got
into the helicopter with a frown marring her brow.
    “I
thought we were going to your home?”
    “Yes,
we are.”
    “Which
is where exactly?”
    “Block
Island.”
    Her
mouth hung open and she gaped at him.  He laughed and gently pushed her mouth
closed.  She mumbled something under her breath and he frowned at her.
    “Mumbling,
Brooklyn?  I’d like to hear what you say and think, not try and guess.”
    She
glanced at him, then back out to the dark night below them, glittering with
shiny lights as far as you could see.   The helicopter was kept at LaGuardia
airport in northern Queens in a private hanger.  Based on the reaction of the
airfield personnel he was very well-known and respected. 
    She
shook her head again and felt a band of uncertainty grip around her heart.  She
was a nothing, an executive assistant … his executive assistant!  Even when she
graduated and started to practice as an Industrial Psychologist, she would
still be nothing more than a middle class person.  How on earth would she be
able to compete with the celebrities, models, Business Associates and heiresses
that were pursuing him all the time?
    “Brooklyn? 
What is the matter, honey?”
    “You
… I … this is not going to work, Mason.  I think it will be better if you take
me back.”
    He
cursed viciously.  “Why?  Because I live on an Island?  Many people do, you
know.  I don’t own the whole damn island!”
    “And
you are the Wall Street Tycoon, fly your own helicopter and I am relatively
sure your house on … Block Island … is not one of the small town houses on the
beach front.”
    He
cursed again.  “Where the hell did all of this come from all of a sudden? Never
mind, we will discuss this once we are home.  I can’t have our first fight with
you while I am flying.”
    “It
is not a fight.  It is a reality that I only now realize.  Take me back,
Mason.”
    He
didn’t even glance her way.  “No.”
    That
was the last word he uttered the rest of the trip and he totally ignored her
continuous requests to take her back.  His jaw was rigid and looked as if
chiseled in stone.  His hands gripped the controls until his knuckles were
white.
    She
noticed the helipad clearly lit in the distance. She deduced it was on the
Grace Cove side of Block Island.  Her heart shriveled even further when they
landed and she realized it was his own helipad on his own land.  He gripped her
elbow and literally threw her in the SUV parked in the garage, still ignoring
her pleas to be returned.
    She
has been to Block Island a few times and every time she left wished she could
live there. It was such a tranquil, relaxing place where you could easily relax
and forget about any troubles. 
    She
recalled what she read about the island the first time she visited.  The Island
was nestled in the Atlantic twelve miles from coastal Rhode Island, offered
what did not seem possible anymore - simple relaxation in a startling beautiful
place.  The Island was famous for its miles of free public beaches, sparkling
clear waters, dramatic bluffs, preserved open spaces, and fun-filled activities
for visitors of all ages.   Block Island has long been a haven for residents
and visitors who have found a quality of life