What's Yours Is Mine: An Alpha Billionaire Romance (Cerise Preston Story Book 1) (6 page)

“Here’s to happy endings,” Blake Hamilton raised his cut crystal glass of $2000 champagne, toasting his completed divorce.

“I’ll drink to that,” Cerise agreed.  This cool cat had not only eaten the canary, she had plucked, skinned and fileted it first.  The champagne went down easy, particularly when paired with a sampling of dishes from literally the entire menu at Le Petit Chateau.  She hadn’t been kidding when she told Blake that his apology was going to be expensive.  They were in a private dining room and took their time enjoying fine food and wine.  Cerise kept looking up to find Blake looking at her with an expression that she couldn’t quite define.  He seemed to be making a habit of staring at her while she ate.  Maybe he got turned on by seeing women put things in their mouth.  She knew what she’d like to put in her mouth…

“How’s the new place?” she asked, before her vaguely intoxicated thought process could get out of hand.

“I love it,” he responded, clearly enthusiastic about the topic.  “The windows go on forever and there’s no heavy, overbearing baroque bullshit going on.  Everything is sleek, clean-lined and masculine,” he raved, taking a deep swallow of champagne.

“Sounds like you,” Cerise flirted despite herself, nearly making him choke on the expensive bubbly.  Things had been going so well at the office since they had joined forces to take down Constance.  Blake checked in with her regularly, leaning over her shoulder, the heat of his breath teasing her ear, but trusted her entirely with the management of her side of the business.  The few times that she had brushed past him in the hall had causing a crackling of sexual tension so profound as to be nearly palpable, but they had kept their distance while the divorce proceedings rocketed to the finish line.  Being that close to this gorgeous man who was capable of giving her the finest sexual experiences she’d ever had was tough on a single girl.  She was horny and she was here, and she might just make the most of the relaxed inhibitions brought about by very expensive champagne.

“Wanna see it?” he offered, seemingly innocent, but with an air of expectation that belied his affectation.

“Hell yeah,” she nodded, bringing her glass to the sweet fullness of her lips.

****

She toyed with him in the limo, touching him, flirting with him, but refusing to allow him to kiss or touch her.  She was driving him crazy and they both loved it.  The sleek car wound down an impossibly long drive, at the end of which loomed a manse that resembled a contemporary version of Tara.

“I had no idea that this much property existed in the heart of the city,” she remarked, keeping Blake’s roving hands at bay by turning to look out of the window.

“I love the privacy of it,” Blake said suggestively. “Maybe we should start the tour with a walk around the grounds.”

Cerise was feeling more than a bit tipsy after they shared a second bottle of champagne and agreed easily, needing some fresh air.  Blake’s driver, Sato, assisted the stumbling couple out of the car and drove out of sight, into the carriage house.  The property had several buildings aside from the main house, including a private gym, indoor tennis courts, and a stable.  The setting was park-like, with winding trails that encompassed a golf-course-quality lawn.

Cerise slipped out of her pumps, tossing them aside as they made their way across the carpet-like lawn.  She stumbled slightly and Blake caught her elbow, not letting her go, even when she moved perfectly well under her own power.  Stars glimmered overhead, and the fairy tale setting of Blake’s castle made a very romantic backdrop as they navigated through the formal gardens behind the house.  Cerise plopped down on a massive cement bench that was tucked snugly beneath the gracefully cascading branches of a willow which concealed the view of the house and all of the outbuildings.

“Tired?” Blake asked, sitting down beside her.

“A little,” she admitted, shivering slightly as a breeze brought goose bumps to her arms.  Noticing the chill, Blake stood and held out his hand to her.

“What?” she asked, wanting to sit a while.

“I’m going to warm you up,” he husked, pulling her to her feet and into his arms.  The heat of his body and the tenderness of his kiss brushed away any reservations that Cerise might have had about following their current path.  She melted against him, unashamed of her wanton response.  He held her away from him for a moment, gazing into her eyes as the boughs of the willow swayed in the breeze.

“You are so incredibly beautiful,” he whispered, his hand tenderly tracing the delicate planes of her face.  Her eyes shown, and she looked away, suddenly shy.  Placing his fingers under her chin, he gently tilted her head up to face him, continuing to gaze at her in admiration and wonder.  Cerise’s mouth opened slightly, and she ran the tip of her tongue against her lips unconsciously craving his kiss, which he promptly remedied.  He inclined his head slowly toward her and possessed her mouth with a quiet confidence that rocked her to her core.  He was seducing her, whether intentionally or not, and she was embracing it with every fiber of her being.  Pressing in, she felt the intoxicating sensation of his hardness against her midsection, her breasts crushed wonderfully against his powerful chest.  She couldn’t get enough of his touch, his taste, his scent.  He explored her mouth with sweetly agonizing slowness, teasing her tongue with his, relishing the hot warmth of her.  He caressed her back, moving his hands down to her hips and drawing her even more tightly against his arousal.  She groaned against his mouth, her need spiraling out of control.  In the heat of passion, he drew back from her gently and with a smoldering look, held her gaze as he took off his suit coat and spread it on the bench.  He whipped off his tie and tossed it aside, then unbuttoned and removed his deep purple, raw silk shirt, spreading it out carefully next to the suit coat.  He then removed his trousers, his erection bouncing in anticipation, and laid them on top of the shirt and jacket.  He slipped off his black silk boxers and kicked them aside before approaching Ceri again and slipping his hand under the back of her hair, kissing her ever so softly.  She was spellbound, and he pulled back once again, moving his hands behind her to the zipper of her dress.  He drew it down slowly, kissing her neck, her collar bone, the top of her breast as the dress slipped to the ground, leaving her in matching white lace panties and bra.  Her nipples were fully erect and she longed for his touch.  He bent to retrieve her dress, she stepped out of it and he picked it up placing it at the end of the bench opposite the blanket of his clothing that he had fashioned.

After taking care of her dress, he placed both hands lightly on her shoulders, reveling in the satiny softness of her skin.  He slid the straps of her bra from her shoulders, then reached behind her to unhook the clasp, breathing deeply through his nose when his cock tickled her soft belly.  He tossed her bra aside and stood back again, taking in the beauty of her high, firm breasts as she trembled with longing before him.  She quickly removed her panties and stood proudly naked, his eyes feasting on her beauty.  He literally swept her from her feet, swinging her up into his arms as though she weighed no more than a feather, and placed her delicately on his blanket of clothing.  Lying beside her, he began a slow, sensual exploration of her beautiful form, tracing his fingers over her breasts, down the silky tautness of her abdomen and stopping just short of the freshly-shaved smoothness of her sex.  His lips followed the path that his hands had taken, raining kisses down the length of her, flicking his tongue out to tease and taste her.  He spread her legs and moved to kneel between them, her desire flooding through her in anticipation of his touch.  He touched her pussy lightly, running his fingers up and down, causing her to moan with longing.  He pushed into the slick opening with one fingertip, eliciting a gasp from Ceri. Moving his finger slightly in and out, he watched her face as she arched her back, trying to take in more.  Withdrawing the finger that was now wet with her juices, he slid it between her ultra-sensitive lips to her engorged clit, rubbing in soft tiny circles. 

Cerise moaned louder, moving her hips in time with his circles.  When he slipped his finger away from her clit, her eyes flew open in time to see him lowering his head toward her pussy.

“Oh god, yes,” she cried out, burying her hands in his hair as his mouth descended upon her.  He drove her to the edge with long, slow strokes of his tongue up and down her labia as she pulled his hair, trying to place her hot wetness fully in his mouth.  She wanted him to consume her, and sensing her need, he  ravaged her pussy with his mouth.  Plunging his tongue deeply into her, thrusting it in and out, while lightly rubbing her clit, he moved his lips against her, driving her wild.  He drank in her juices, thirsty for more as she bucked against his mouth, and when he felt her release building within her, he wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked gently, plunging two fingers inside her.  Her orgasm shot through her like a lightning bolt and she screamed with pleasure as he suckled and finger-fucked her.  Her pussy gripping his fingers nearly drove him to the edge and he couldn’t wait to get inside of her. 

His pants pocket was fortuitously within reach, and keeping his mouth on her as she writhed beneath him, Blake reached in and pulled out a condom.  He had pleasured himself with her before by pulling out before his orgasm, stroking his own release, but this time when he came, he wanted it to be with Cerise’s tight little pussy pulsing around him.  She cried out as he tore his mouth from her, wanting more, but her eyes blazed with lust when she saw him tear open the condom wrapper with his teeth and smooth the thin sheath over his massive cock.

“Yes,” she growled, overcome with lust. “Get inside of me, Blake, fuck me.  Fuck me!” she cried out, undulating in front of him.  He mounted her quickly, balls deep and thrusting hard.  Her nails raked his back as his motion wrought another hard orgasm from her.  His body went rigid as he buried himself in her, feeling the hard contractions as she came, grinding against him, with his name on her lips.

“Blake,” she screamed, bucking furiously against him in the throes of her pleasure.  Hearing her call out his name was his undoing and he pounded into her, his orgasm rocketing through him as shudders of exquisite pleasure shook him violently, bringing Cerise to climax yet again.  She cried out again, helpless to stop the ripples of feeling that rocked her in waves of ecstasy.  Blake panted hard, pushing into her with short, quick strokes as his orgasm began to subside, and she rocked her body with his, riding the wave of pleasure together as they descended from the pinnacle of their mutual release.  Breathing together as their heart rates returned to some semblance of normalcy, the lovers gazed into each other’s eyes, oblivious to their surroundings.

Blake rolled gently to the side, carefully removing the condom and gazed down at Cerise, head in hand.

“You certainly know how to warm a girl up,” she teased, tracing her forefinger over the swollen fullness of his lower lip.

“This girl was already warm,” he smiled, “I just shared the warmth.”  Blake stretched out beside her nuzzling into the soft sweetness of her neck, his breathing becoming deep and regular.  Cerise’s eyes popped open as the realization that she was laying with the man whose empire she was systematically disassembling piece by piece in order to make it her own and avenge her mother’s relative poverty. What the hell was she doing?

****

Cerise Preston’s executive chair faced the wall of windows behind her desk and she stared absently out at the city sprawled below her, contemplating her feelings for Blake Hamilton.  After their amazing interlude under the willow tree, he had carried her into his sprawling mansion, laid her gently on his massive “super king” bed and made love to her again and again throughout the night.  She had fallen asleep curled contentedly against him, feeling like there was no place she’d rather be.  She sighed deeply, considering the profound complications that her feelings could pose to her plan of a takeover of Black Vinyl Records.  Blake’s father had been a douchebag of epic proportions, but Blake either hadn’t inherited those particular genes, or hid them diabolically well.  She suspected the former, which brought her to her present dilemma.  She turned possible solutions over and over in her mind, ever-circling and never resolving.

“Hey,” Blake’s deep, sexy voice purred in her ear, startling her despite the soft, sensual tone.  Whirling to face him, heart pounding, Cerise slapped him playfully on the shoulder.

“What the – you scared me, sneaking in here like that!” she exclaimed, glad to see him nonetheless.  “Where is that worthless assistant of mine anyway?  He knows he can’t let “just anybody” in here,” she teased.

“I sent Marcus to Chez Margeaux to pick up our lunch,” he confessed, running his hand up her thigh.

“So you thought you’d come get your dessert before he got back?” Ceri arched an eyebrow at him flirtatiously.

“Mmmm…tempting,” Blake agreed, “but actually, I have something I wanted to talk with you about.”

“Then you’d better get yourself to the other side of this desk, so you’re not…distracted,” she directed, adjusting her skirt where he had pushed it upward.  A dozen possibilities ran through her mind.  What did he have to talk with her about?  It was her experience in life that any time a man said he wanted to talk, it generally didn’t end well.  Blake did as he was told and sat in a chair across from Cerise.  Fortunately, he didn’t keep her in suspense, coming to the point directly.

“My divorce is finalized with Constance,” he began, gazing into her eyes.