The Tycoon's Blondie (The Tycoon Series Book 2) (20 page)

“I so hate that smile of yours.”

He laughed out loud and leaned back in
his chair, stretching his feet out under the table, tangling hers in between. 
She tried to avoid him, but he gripped her feet between his ankles and she gave
up, sighing loudly.

“And I so would love to see yours. 
Are you always so grumpy?  Or is it just me that brings it out in you?”

“You haven’t exactly given me anything
to smile about since you grabbed me in the garage.”

“Honey, trust me, the day I grab you,
you will know and you can be assured we won’t be interrupted.”

“You are awfully presumptuous.”

“Am I, or am I just honest about what
I want from you?”

She blushed and for once he looked at
her without his usual grin. She noticed his eyes were not black, but a dark,
ink blue color, with very slight silver speckles around the irises.

His eyes held hers captive. He reached
out, took her hand in his and drew her closer until she had to lean over the
table.  He bent forward and slowly pulled her fingers into his mouth, sucking
and licking the tips.  A surge of heat shot from her fingertips all the way to
her loins and she had to grip her thighs tightly together, the heat so intense
she was on the verge of an orgasm.

She panted and drew deep breaths to
cool her heated veins, but he continued sucking her fingers until she
desperately ripped her fingers from his mouth to end the torturing pleasure.

“You … you can’t just … you …”

“Honey, you will learn very quickly I
can ...”

“And stop calling me honey.”

His eyes brushed over her face to
caress her cleavage, visible where her driving suit was carelessly zipped
open.  He leaned forward and pulled the zipper further down, and down, until
she was bare to his gaze all the way to her waist.  Her nipples shriveled and
budded painfully against the purple satin bra.

“But you are honey all over and I
intend to dip into that honey …”

“How dare you. We don’t even know each
…”

He reached over and flicked a finger
over her budding nipple, watching it tighten even further. Then he closed his
fingers around the nub pinching it softly at first and then slightly harder. 
She gasped and bit her lip in agony or pleasure, she didn’t know which.  He
slowly pulled the zipper closed, his voice hoarse.

“You can just as well stop fighting
against it. You, honey pot, are meant to be mine and I am not a very patient
man.”

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Sabel Simmons is a
pseudonym for the Author. Sabel writes erotic romance stories that are steamy,
sizzling and hot.

I am an avid reader
and have built a library of note - until e-books arrived! I still love the
touch and feel of a book though. I live in South Africa with my second husband
and my soul mate, who loves travelling and the bush.

I started writing at
a young age, but never really pursued it until 2014 when I allowed my
overactive imagination to run ... well ... wild!

My stories are about
alpha males and their woman, who challenge and love them. Even as domineering
and overpowering as they are. Look out for some humoristic dialogue, smashing
males and absolutely hot sex. Be warned, they are not for the faint hearted. If
you do not like super alpha domineering males that take what they want, no
matter what, my stories are not for you!

I like to add a
little suspense in my stories, but am a softy for happy endings and forever
after.

You can contact me at
[email protected]/, on my website at www.sabelsimmons.com or say hi on
Facebook.

Goodreads:
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8287636.Sabel_Simmons

For more of the same
author, for stories on BDSM and Dragon Shifter genres, see Linzi Basset.