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

by Moore, Sasha

  Chapter 3

  Cerise sat in her Cordovan executive chair, facing the windows, looking out at but not seeing the bustle of the city below her. She’d come a long way, and one of the most surprising aspects of her plan was the growing respect that she felt for Blake Hamilton. From what she had seen of him over the course of the last several months, he actually was a man of integrity who cared deeply about the company he had inherited from his father and was committed to running it the way it should be run. She had seen pictures of Hamilton’s family on his desk but found it odd that he never mentioned his wife and young son during any of their interactions. Perhaps he just preferred to keep his business and personal life separate. The office was quiet this morning, with the administrative staff in meetings called by HR to increase “sensitivity and tolerance in the workplace,” leaving Ceri the time and space to ponder about the enigma that was Blake Hamilton. The object of her thoughts knocked softly on her office door after letting himself in. Locking the door quietly behind him, he moved to her desk.

  “Do you have a moment?” Blake asked, taking a seat across the desk from her as she swiveled to face him.

  “Of course,” she smiled, surprised that she was actually glad to see him.

  “I just had to come down here personally to let you know how much I appreciate what you’ve done in the time that you’ve been here. You’ve discovered more new talent in the past several months than any of my other agents had in the last few years. I don’t know how you did it, but whatever it is, keep doing it, and thank you.”

  “Well you know, I had to make something happen, because ‘studio time is expensive, you know’,” she joked, reminding him of his earlier lack of confidence in her abilities.

  Blake had the good grace to look chagrined and nodded in agreement.

  “Whatever motivates you, Ceri, keep it up girl.” He stood to go and she came around the desk to see him out. He turned suddenly, causing them to be in very close proximity. Gazing down at her thoughtfully, he mused, “I’ve never met anyone quite like you, I’m glad you joined our team.” He reached out to squeeze her shoulder. Ceri was astonished at the jolts of electricity that rocketed through her at his simple gesture and had to work hard to keep herself from gasping at the sensation. Electricity crackled between them and the air around them thickened with anticipation suddenly. Instead of dropping his hand from her shoulder, Blake caressed her arm through the silk of her blouse. Unable to stop herself, Cerise tentatively reached her hand up and trailed it lightly over the fine fabric covering his thickly muscled chest. His slight intake of breath inflamed her, causing her to move in closer.

  At the moment, all thoughts of Blake being her boss and having a wife escaped her and all she could think about was the full softness of his finely chiseled lips. Seeing her gaze directed at his mouth encouraged Blake to move his hand from her arm to the small of her back, drawing her in. Her body trembled a bit as a searing need awakened her senses. She could feel the heat of his breath at her temple and tilted her face toward his. It only took a heartbeat for Blake to incline his head toward her, possessing her mouth with a savage hunger that took them both by surprise. Ceri was overwhelmed by her fierce reaction to the feel of his lips on hers and pressed against him, feeling the evidence of his desire. Enthralled, Ceri’s body was enflamed, her panties instantly damp with the heat of her passion, nipples hardening beneath the expensive lace of her bra. Blake groaned against her mouth, taking one of her hands and pressing it firmly to his hardened cock. Her knees nearly buckled with longing. She hadn’t been with a man in a very long time, her career consuming her entirely. She reveled in his powerful form and wanted to possess him in a way that he’d never forget. Throwing caution to the wind, she groped him hungrily through the fine fabric of his Italian trousers, liking what she found there.

  Wrenching her mouth from his, she pulled back slightly. “I want you,” she demanded his attention. “Right here, right now.”

  “Fuck yes!” Blake growled, taking her mouth again while simultaneously undoing the buttons of her silk blouse. The fine fabric hit the floor in a hurry, followed closely by her delicate lace bra. Her creamy mocha-colored skin radiated lust and Blake dropped his head down to take one of her taut nipples into his mouth, suckling hungrily. Pushing him away roughly, she yanked the ends of his tie apart, taking it off of his neck, and quickly undid the buttons of his expensive shirt, impressed by the sculpted torso beneath. Practically ripping his suitcoat and shirt from his shoulders, she reclaimed his mouth, grabbing handfuls of his thick blonde curls, yanking hard. Gritting his teeth, loving the pain, Blake reached around behind her and quickly undid the button and zipper of her entirely proper suit skirt, letting it slip down to the floor. His fingers quickly went to the drenched V of her lace panties, causing her to writhe against him. Taking her lips from his, she sank her teeth into his shoulder as he lightly ran a fingertip across her clit, driving her to a frenzied madness. She responded by yanking his belt out of the loops, popping the buttons off of his trousers in her haste, and pulling his zipper down with trembling hands.

  His throbbing cock sprang forth, bumping against the passion-heated skin of her lower belly. She emitted a low growl from her throat and grasped his thick shaft in one hand, feeling its pulsing heat. His sharp intake of breath encouraged her in her explorations and she dropped to her knees in front of him. Blake’s head dropped back with a guttural moan as she flicked the tip of her tongue against the ultra-sensitive head of his erection. Cupping his sensitive sac with one hand, she tickled the ridge of his manhood with her tongue, driving him mad with lust. She enclosed the head of him within the hot wet confines of her mouth, suckling and tonguing, driving him to distraction, and then took him into her mouth entirely. His hips thrust forward involuntarily; his hand buried themselves in the silky raven strands of her hair. She could feel his release building within him and went he reached the precipice of his orgasm, popped him out of her mouth, leaving him groaning for relief. Standing up and stepping back, she hooked her thumbs in the sides of her panties, tugging them down slowly over her hips, swaying with the motion. Blake’s ice-blue eyes spit fire as he pumped his impressive member slowly within his fist. Stepping out of her panties, she walked slowly toward him, and brushed his hand away from his erection. Grabbing him by the wrist, she led him to the windows overlooking the city and placed her hands on the glass, bending over and presenting her high, tight ass to him. Gazing at him over her shoulder, she slowly reached between her legs and with two fingers, spread her pussy lips wide, inviting him in. “You can fuck me now,” she directed.

  Blake grabbed her roughly by the hips but instead of entering her, rubbed his cock against the engorged wetness of her glistening vulva, causing her to arch her back, pressing against him. He nipped her lightly on the shoulder and she gasped with pleasure. Reaching around, he rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers while she writhed against him.

  “Get it,” she hissed through clenched teeth. She heard Blake chuckle darkly behind her. “What is it that you’re wanting, Cerise?” he taunted, withholding her pleasure.

  “Get it,” she ordered fiercely, slamming her ass against his cock.

  “Get what?” he teased, caressing her ass lightly.

  Demanding satisfaction, Cerise took her hands off the glass, rose to full height, and spun around to face him. Grabbing him by the shoulders, she threw him against the thick plate glass and thrusting her face within an inch of his, cried out, “You. Are going. To fuck. Me. Now.” Twining her arms around his neck, she wrapped her legs around his waist and rubbed against his throbbing erection. Gripping her waist with one hand and burying the other in her ebony tresses, he directed just the tip of his manhood into the tight but ready opening of her femininity. Sucking his lower lip into her mouth, Ceri tried to lower herself completely onto him but he held back, still tempting her. Grabbing a handful of her hair, he tilted her head back, his lower lip s
lipping out of her mouth, his eyes blazed into hers.

  “Tell me what you want,” he ordered, hot with desire.

  “Fuck me,” she whispered, fevered with lust.

  “I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch that. What is it that you wanted?” Blake took pleasure in her torment.

  “FUCK ME,” she whispered vehemently, not taking the chance of being heard, even if her assistant was away for the moment.

  “Are you sure?” he asked innocently, with a wicked grin.

  “FUCK ME NOW!” she demanded through clenched teeth.

  He took his time, reaching slowly down for the trousers that he tossed in a heap onto the floor, and digging into a pocket for a metallic-covered square that would allow him to give her what she wanted. Smoothing the thin magnum-sized sheath over his cock, he thrust deeply into her. Cerise came undone as he filled her entirely with his substantial erection. Blake’s hips bucked slowly at first, thrusting in and out, driving her to the brink, and when he felt her muscles begin to contract around him, he thrust deeply and quickly, over and over, sending her into orbit. She cried out as her orgasm ripped through her with a frenzy that had her shuddering around him. It took every ounce of willpower within him to hold back his own release until he felt her spasms beginning to subside, and when he felt her beging to relax, he slammed into her, balls-deep, loving the feeling of her engorged pussy wrapped around him. His entire body shook with the power of his release, his thighs going rock-hard as his hips bucked seemingly of their own accord while she rained kisses over his neck and nibbled the sensitive area below his jaw.

  Gasping and spent, they leaned against each other for support, catching their breath after the unexpected encounter. Once the heat of the moment had subsided, Cerise was left not knowing how to behave toward the man who was once her mortal enemy was now her boss and had just become her lover. The self-recrimination started almost immediately. What the hell had she been thinking? This was a married man for whom she worked. Now what was she supposed to do?

  Blake apparently had no such fit of conscience, drawing back from her, his hand still in her hair, capturing her mouth in a slow, sensual kiss.

  “Ready for round two?” he husked in her ear.

  Not knowing how to respond, Cerise giggled and pushed him away lightly, hoping not to offend.

  “Absolutely not, some of us have work to do,” she smiled, hoping he didn’t see through her façade.

  He studied her carefully for a moment, and then relented, reaching toward the tissue box on her desk.

  “Alright then,” he agreed easily, slapping her bottom lightly as he reached for his trousers. “I’ll be in my office if you change your mind.” He quickly slipped into his clothing and softly shut the door behind him, leaving a stunned Cerise perched on the edge of her desk, wondering what the hell had just happened.

  Chapter 4

  After the intense encounter with Blake in her office, Cerise resolved to keep their relationship strictly professional. She could not accomplish her ultimate goal of taking over the company if she became emotionally or physically involved with Blake Hamilton. Fortunately, she was so busy negotiating contracts and seeking out new talent that she was out of the office or consumed with work most of the time. Evenings were spent alone, munching pretzel crisps and binge-watching obscure TV series while sipping her favorite Pinot Grigio and plotting her next move. Frankly, she was a bit worn out from both the amount of work that she had undertaken and wrestling with her conscience over fucking Blake, a husband and father. Her senses were as sharp as ever, her instincts were always right on the money when it came to new talent, but she was spread a little too thin and recognized that she would need a break, and soon. Visions of Caribbean getaways danced in her head and she placated herself by promising that she would take some time alone in the near future. In the meantime, she had work to do.

  Ceri sat at her desk, head in hand, muddling through contractual clauses for her latest acquisition, so deep into her own world that she was not aware of another presence in the room until the chair across from her creaked as someone settled into it. Looking up in surprise, she saw a striking young woman with flame-red curls and huge green eyes dressed in a clearly expensive designer dress, appraising her coolly.

  “So you’re the new wonder woman that I’ve been hearing so much about,” she seemed to accuse, tapping her perfectly manicured nails lightly on Ceri’s desk.

  “I’m sorry, do you have an appointment?” Cerise asked, maintaining professionalism despite her indignance at being interrupted.

  “Actually, I don’t need an appointment, dear,” the woman spoke, with ultimate condescension, “I own the place.”

  Now Cerise was pissed. “Excuse me?” she demanded, wondering at the woman’s gall.

  The redhead grinned with an almost predatory smile and stood, extending her hand. “Constance Bridgman-Hamilton, Blake’s wife,” she stated smugly, as a means of explanation.

  Cerise swallowed convulsively, hiding her dismay. She was now sitting face-to-face with the woman whose husband she’d fucked not even two weeks ago.

  “Constance, of course!” she exclaimed, smiling sweetly and not missing a beat. “It’s so nice to meet you. What can I do for you?” She was determined not to let the bitchy creature in front of her, see her sweat.

  The predatory grin resurfaced. “Nothing, I just couldn’t wait to meet the woman my husband speaks so highly of,” she practically sneered.

  Ceri wondered just what precisely Blake had said to inspire such a reaction from his wife but quickly decided that whatever happened between her boss and his wife was none of her business, particularly since she had vowed never to connect with him on a personal level again. It didn’t mesh well with her plans for domination and she didn’t need that kind of romantic entanglement in her life.

  “Well then, thanks for stopping by. It was a pleasure,“ Cerise lied smoothly, directing her eyes toward the door. Constance clearly took the hint and stood to go. “Let’s just hope you’re as good as my husband seems to think you are,” was her parting shot as she turned and headed for the door, leaving a trail of expensive perfume in her wake.

  Ceri was stunned. What the hell had prompted that? If there was one thing that she knew instinctively, it was that she wanted nothing to do with Constance Bridgman-Hamilton and if that meant keeping Blake permanently at arm’s length, she was certainly willing to do it. The woman looked like trouble and while Cerise herself was not to be trifled with, she didn’t have the time or inclination to become involved in other people’s drama.

  Ceri returned to the clinically straightforward world of contractual law and became so immersed that the hours flew by without her notice. Her stomach growled loudly and she glanced at her watch, shocked to see that not only had she missed lunch but it was nearly 5 o’clock. The offices were quiet with the administrative staff having left at least half an hour ago and she yawned and stretched, considering whether or not she should order Chinese and keep working or finish up at home. Her head snapped up when she heard a soft rap on her door. Without waiting for her response, Blake entered her office smiling.

  “Somebody’s working late,” he noted, closing the door behind him.

  “Yes,” Ceri responded, frustrated at the interruption. “I was just wrapping things up; I’ll be finishing these up at home tonight.”

  “Anyone ever tell you that you work too hard?” Blake asked, teasing.

  “No, actually,” she replied warily, “And I certainly never expected to hear it from my boss.” She figured it couldn’t do any harm to remind him of the professional nature of their relationship considering the odd impromptu visit she’d had from his wife mere hours ago. Blake approached the desk and placed his hands on the top of it, towering over her.

  “All work and no play could make Cerise a dull girl you know,“ he husked, his intentions clear. Cerise dropped her eyes
briefly and noticed the beginnings of his arousal, knowing she had to nip this in the bud and fast.

  “Well, call me dull if you like but dull is what’s making you money and lots of it,” she shot back, giving him a pointed look.

  “Money isn’t always the most important thing,” he drawled, brushing aside her explanation.

  “Actually, money is the only reason I’m here,” she stated flatly. Blake seemed taken aback.

  “Wait, am I missing something here? Is there something wrong?” he asked, confused. Cerise sighed.

  “The only thing that’s wrong is that when you’re standing here talking to me, I can’t get my work done and I have things I need to do. So if you’ll excuse me…” She pretended to busy herself with the contract in front of her, patently ignoring him. Not to be denied, he came around to her side of the desk, sitting casually on the edge of it.