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

by Moore, Sasha

  He growled against her mouth as she thrust the mound of her pussy against him, pressing as close as possible. His hands were everywhere, on her breasts, around her waist, squeezing her ass, pulling her hair, but she captured his wrists, holding them down to his sides while ravaging his mouth. Knowing full well that he had more than the strength necessary to have his way with her, but turned on by her brazenness, Blake allowed Cerise to take control. She released his wrists and buried a hand in his thick, glossy hair, pulling it roughly while she nibbled his lower lip. The slight pain inflamed him and his body grew taut with desire. Drawing back, she placed both hands on his chest and pushed, causing him to take a step back, then another, then another, until his amazing gym-sculpted buttocks rested on the edge of his massive bed. She pushed him back onto the bed, with his feet still on the floor, his cock standing upright, demanding attention.

  Dropping to her knees, she bit him behind the knee. He cried out with pleasure, waves of electric lust shooting through him. She continued nibbling gently up his inner thigh as he writhed and bucked. When she got to the tender juncture between his thigh and his crotch, she stuck out the tip of her tongue and licked lightly, driving him to the edge of madness. Running her fingertips along the sensitive ridge of his erection, she tongued the head of his cock, licking the small bead of moisture that indicated the degree of his arousal.

  “Mmmmm…you taste so good,” she drawled. “Do you like it when I do that, baby?”

  “Oh god, yes,” Blake groaned, wanting to grab her by the hair and thrust into her mouth. She licked the length of his shaft with just the tip of her tongue, locking eyes with him and smiling, driving him wild. “Take it,” he begged, needing his release. “Suck my cock,” he growled, placing his hands on her head.

  She brushed his hands away, and sat back with a sly grin. “Get up on the bed,” she ordered. Blake complied with haste, feeling as though his body was going to explode at any moment. He lay on his back watching, as Cerise climbed onto the bed. She straddled him and he noted with crazed longing that her pussy was engorged and glistening. He wanted to fuck her and fuck her hard. His cock twitched, wanting.

  She lowered herself just a little, brushing her slick labia gently across his erection. His hips bucked up in response and she raised herself so that he could still only feel the lightest of touches. Rocking slowly back and forth, brushing his cock with her pussy, she coated him in her juices, and her resolve to tease began to slip. She wanted to fuck him, and wanted to fuck him now, but it was going to be on her terms. He reached out to place his hands on her waist, and she captured his wrists, pinning them by his shoulders and bringing the heat of her femininity into full, glorious contact with his hard-on.

  She couldn’t control herself now, there was no stopping. She rocked back and forth, still not allowing him inside, but rubbing the sensitive head of him against her clit. She wanted to come, and if she kept this up she knew that she would, so she rocked against him, being met with his willing thrusts and felt her orgasm spiraling up within her. Just before her body began its descent into delicious madness, she raised up, took him in her hand to guide him in and slammed down onto his throbbing cock. She came immediately and hard, crying out and wondering if she were actually going to fly apart. The contractions of her release made Blake buck harder and faster, filling her with his manhood as she came. He was dangerously close to his own orgasm and hoped against hope that he could hold back until she finished. The very moment that he felt her spasms begin to subside, he grabbed her by the waist, lifting her off of him and pumped out his release onto the sculpted planes of his chest and stomach with a guttural grunt. Shudders of pleasure rocked him and his entire body went rigid with the intensity of his orgasm. After, he lay spent, eyes closed, while she sat back on his thighs, trailing delicate fingers across his balls, just to watch him quiver. His breathing became more even and he opened his eyes, smiling at her with lazy appreciation.

  “Well aren’t you just a sexy bitch?” he remarked, admiring. She moved to his side and curled against him sleepily.

  “You bet your ass I am,” she murmured, dropping into slumber with a contented smile on her face.

  Chapter 11

  At some point during the night, Cerise awoke with a start, wondering where she was. Looking to the left and seeing Blake snoring lightly beside her, she was struck full-force by the memory of multiple encounters which left them both satiated to the extreme. It had been a good night, but now that the heat of the moment had cooled and the glow of fine wine had faded, her head ached and she knew that she definitely did not want to be here when Blake awoke in the morning. Frustrated with herself and more than a bit embarrassed at yet again having slept with the man that she was methodically trying to sabotage, she moved about the room, gathering her clothes with the stealth of a ninja. She closed the door behind her and was out of the lobby and into a cab, not having the faintest idea that her every move had been observed.

  Cerise was determined to place her relationship with Blake firmly back on a professional footing, and treated him with cool indifference when he came into work the next day, refusing to speak about the night before. To his credit, Blake took his cue from her and didn’t mention the matter, sticking to business only. She had more than enough work to occupy her thoughts, and after a marginally awkward encounter with Blake Hamilton first thing, she managed to put the matter from her mind and once again lost herself in the complex world of talent acquisition and management. She had just grabbed her purse and slipped into her coat when Blake popped his head into her office.

  “Lunch?” he said with a frustratingly endearing smile. She couldn’t afford to allow herself to like Blake Hamilton, he was the heir to the empire that she was taking over piece by piece right under his nose. Falling for him in any way was the worst possible thing that she could do.

  “Sorry, can’t,” she said honestly, flashing him what she hoped was a purely professional smile. “I’m listening in on an audition at The Blues Barn, and having lunch with Ernie,” she explained, buttoning her coat.

  “Ernie?” Blake raised an inquiring eyebrow.

  “The owner.”

  “Ah, I see,” he seemed disappointed. “Well, good luck then.” He lingered at the door as though he wanted to say more, but seemed to think better of it and disappeared back down the hall. Cerise breathed a sigh of relief. It looked like her resolve to establish a professional-only relationship was paying off. Now if only she could quit having flashbacks to some of the best sex of her life. God that man was hot…it wasn’t fair.

  Practically trotting to the parking garage, because being late for meetings definitely was not her style, Cerise jangled her keys in her hand and put her purse on top of the car while she tried to find the door lock in the darkened space. She nearly jumped out of her skin when a voice spoke to her from the shadows.

  “I know where you were last night,” came the low accusation.

  Cerise whirled around to see Constance Hamilton stepping from behind a concrete support, looking furious. She would admit nothing.

  “Constance, I’m surprised to see you, did you need something?” She was the epitome of cool, professional innocence. Or so she thought. Blake’s grasping socialite wife tossed a manila envelope onto the trunk of Ceri’s car with a disdainful grimace.

  “Open it,” she commanded. “I dare you.” Cerise was nonplussed. She had no idea what Constance was up to, but she knew that whatever it was couldn’t be good, and she wanted to find out what was in the envelope once the barracuda was out of sight and couldn’t see her reaction.

  “Ummm…I don’t know what this is about,” she began carefully, “but I’m going to be late for a meeting, so if you’ll excuse me…” She reached for her purse and felt the iron grip of the tall blonde on her arm.

  “Trust me, you’re going to want to look at this now,” she instructed in a threatening tone. Wrenching her arm away and givi
ng Constance a scathing look, Cerise reached for the envelope sighing. So much for looking at the contents in privacy. Blake was right about one thing, his bitch of a wife always had to have her way. Forcibly not allowing her hands to tremble, she lifted the flap of the envelope and shook the contents out into her hand. It was a stack of photographs, of her, and of Blake, in some very compromising positions. She took a deep breath, unable to even think and entirely unable to speak. She stayed with her back to Constance Hamilton, wondering what in the hell she was going to do, when she felt the conniving bitch’s breath at her ear.

  “Now you listen to me, you filthy whore…” she growled viciously. “You can fuck my husband all you’d like. I don’t care, I haven’t used him for that purpose in a very long time anyway. But I’ve been watching you and your clients, and I’m fully aware that their loyalty is to you. That seems to me like that’s the behavior of a woman who’s either thinking of going out on her own and becoming a competitor to BVR, or who is actually planning to take over the operations of BVR.” She paused briefly, letting that sink in. “That’s right, I’m on to you, you little bitch, and I’ll just leave you with this one reality check…BVR is my bread and butter. You can fuck with my husband, but you had better not even dream of fucking with my checkbook. I’m keeping an eye on you, whore, and if I think that you’re not acting in the best interests of BVR, I’ll have my attorney send these photos to the press. Blake’s reputation will be ruined by scandal and divorce. Did I mention that we have a pre-nup, so that if Blake gets caught cheating on me, I receive his share of BVR?” Cerise paled at the thought. “That’s a precious little agreement that our dads came up with, because they actually understand how business works, unlike my idealistic, pie-in-the-sky husband.”

  Constance disappeared back into the shadows leaving a stunned Cerise trying to catch her breath in the parking lot. She was trembling slightly, trying to process the thought that Constance Hamilton had proof that Ceri had slept with her husband and didn’t give a damn. But, the thought that resonated even more strongly was that this high-society gold-digger could potentially thwart her plan. The more Cerise thought, the angrier and more determined she got. Constance Hamilton had to be put in her place, and soon, before she could do any damage to BVR. An adrenalin-fueled plan began to form in her mind, and despite the shock of running into Blake’s leech of a wife, Cerise smiled dangerously as she stuffed the incriminating photos back into the envelope. Cerise Preston loved nothing more than a preemptive strike, and Constance Hamilton wasn’t going to know what hit her. The thought that bringing down the imperious wretch would hurt Blake crossed her mind briefly, but business was business, and if he had to be an emotional casualty for the good of the business, so be it.

  Chapter 12

  “She’s good, Frankie,” Cerise nodded appreciatively taking in the smooth sounds at the Scat Cat audition. “Who is she?”

  “Sarissa Jackson,” the son of the owner of the dive club that tended to produce the best talent in the industry proclaimed. “Just blew into town from Mississippi. I understand she fell into some bad company and had to leave town in a hurry,” her handsome, chocolate-skinned friend confided.

  Ceri raised her eyebrows and sipped her iced tea. Frank Sr. and his hard-working son, Frankie always provided a spectacular lunch for her when she came to their auditions, which was only a small part of why she so enjoyed working with them. Between Frankie’s nose for talent, and her connections in the industry, they made a powerful team, one that would grow even more powerful when Cerise took over the Black Vinyl label. “Bad?” she asked, hoping not.

  “Nothing we can’t spin in our favor, “he chuckled, flashing even white teeth. Cerise smiled knowingly, nodding and raised her glass in agreement. She pulled young Sarissa aside for a chat after a spectacular audition that made Cerise want to hear more, and was pleasantly surprised that the gorgeous young woman was intelligent, well-spoken and endearingly shy. She gave her all when in the thrall of her music, but was more than reticent one-on-one. Fortunately, Ceri was known for her unique ability to put young performers at ease, and soon had the future star laughing, despite the fact that she was seriously intimidated by the thought of speaking with the daughter of R&B legend Amaretta Preston. When the young singer practically skipped from the room, Cerise’s card firmly in her grasp, Ceri turned to Frank.

  “Looks like you’ve done it again, my friend,” she grinned and gave him a high five.

  “Looks like we’ve done it again,” Frankie returned, scooping her up into a bear hug and giving her a kiss on the cheek.

  “Indeed,” she agreed, laughing at the co-owner’s exuberance. She squeezed his arm affectionately on her way out. “You’ll be hearing from me,” she promised, entirely unaware of the lone figure observing from the shadows.

  *****

  “So, where are we with New Starters?” Blake peered over Cerise’s shoulder at the spreadsheet on her computer.

  “I sent you the spreadsheet,” she reminded him, simultaneously amused and annoyed.

  “Yes, you did,” he agreed, squinting a bit to see the screen, “and it’s so full of your own secret codes and terms for things, that I can’t make heads or tails of it. Can’t we come up with a plan to standardize this stuff somehow?”

  “Blake Hamilton, you know very well that there are standard ways and terms that everyone in the industry uses, but we are NOT everyone in the industry. We are different. If we do things the same way that everyone else does, we’ll have the same results that they do, and I don’t know about you, but I’m quite content to do things my way and kick their asses every month,” she replied archly.

  “Point taken,” Blake agreed, nodding and giving up easily. “Just generate some kind of report for me that’s intelligible enough to let me know what’s going on, please,” he instructed, placing his hands casually on her shoulders. Subtly shaking him off, she turned her chair so that she was facing him.

  “Will that be all, Mr. Hamilton?” she asked coolly, dismissing him.

  He paused, seemed to assess her carefully before responding. “For now,” he said with a slight smile that Cerise interpreted as being suggestive. When he left the office, she let her head fall into her hand. She did not need the complications or distraction of an affair with Blake Hamilton, whether his wife cared or not. Liking him and fucking him had not been a part of her plan, and now, more than ever, she needed to maintain her focus. She was thrilled that he had bought her explanation as to why she kept her records and figures deliberately obscure, and was relieved that he didn’t suspect a thing. Odd as it may seem, it was much easier to keep industry mogul, Blake Hamilton, in check than it was his fortune-coveting wife. Thoughts of Constance Hamilton prompted Cerise to firmly shut her door and pick up the phone.

  “Garrett…do you have anything for me?” she asked, tapping her pen on her desk blotter absently. Whatever response she received caused a slow, triumphant grin to spread across the perfect bone structure of her face. “Perfect,” she glanced at her diamond watch. “I’ll see you in 40 minutes.”

  Knowledge is power. Cerise Preston had known that from a young age, and embraced the concept as a part of her everyday reality. Thankful that she had friends in a variety of industries which allowed her access to information that she wouldn’t have had otherwise, Cerise left the office of longtime friend Garrett Wilson clutching a large envelope securely in her grasp, with a grim smile of determination. Nothing was going to deter her from her goals, and anyone who tried to stand in her way would be treated as a liability. One thing that countless folks had learned over the years is that you absolutely did not want Cerise Preston to view you as a liability. It wasn’t pretty, and it generally wouldn’t end well for you.

  Chapter 13

  Cerise decided that since she had what she considered to be a major breakthrough today in eliminating some of the obstacles standing in the way of her takeover of BVR, she’d treat her
self to some quality alone time. She had been working her ass off with very few breaks for a very long time, and while her determination sustained her, even a hard-nosed woman like herself needed a little pampering every now and then. She put on her most relaxing collection of CD’s, filling her apartment with the sweet sounds of the music that she loved best, and, humming along, turned on the taps in her oversized tub, lighting several candles that made the room smell like freshly baked sugar cookies. Delightful. She slipped out of her suit and blouse, taking particular joy in peeling down her pantyhose, which felt a bit like being released from the moist confines of a nylon prison, and tossed the clothing on a bench at the end of her bed to put away later. Padding naked and barefoot to the kitchen, she selected a bottle of her favorite Cabernet and filled up the large and elegant bulb of her wine glass, bringing it to the tub. She piled her hair on top of her head, knowing that the humidity of the bath would turn it into a soft cloud hovering above her like a dark halo, and not caring in the least. She wasn’t going anywhere tonight anyway, she could attend to it in the morning, as usual.

  Slipping into the soothing warmth of the jetted tub, she sighed deeply and leaned her head back against her puffy yellow bath pillow, closing her eyes in contentment. She made sure her wine glass was in easy reach, and sipped from it occasionally without even bothering to open her eyes. Right here, right now, in this moment, the stresses and challenges of life melted away, and her shoulders loosened as her body finally relaxed. She imagined herself carried away on the notes of the music, and refused to think about anything even remotely associated with work. It was a glorious mental and emotional vacation that was abruptly jarred by the buzzing text tone from her phone which rested on the granite vanity. She instantly decided to ignore it, determined that nothing would disturb her private time. Two minutes later it buzzed again, and when she continued to ignore it, the determined party on the other end decided to try their luck at calling – three times in rapid succession. Frustrated at the noisy interruption, but resolute in her decision to relax, Cerise used the remote control to turn up her music, drowning out the phone until at last the caller/texter gave up. She lingered in the bath until her eyes began to droop, then took her time toweling off, smoothing cocoa butter, the smell of which made her crave chocolate, onto her weary limbs, and finishing off her substantial glass of wine. She put the wine glass down on the vanity and glanced at her phone, noting that it was Blake who had been texting and calling relentlessly, and decided not to bother reading the messages or listening to the multiple voicemails.