What's Yours Is Mine: An Alpha Billionaire Romance (Cerise Preston Story Book 1)
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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?
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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.
“Oh god,” Cerize thought to herself. “I really hope he doesn’t want to talk about a relationship. I’m certainly not looking for that. Why can’t men just leave well enough alone and enjoy things the way they are without getting hung up on terms and conditions?”
“So what I’d like to discuss with you is…” he leaned forward in his chair, looking at her intently, “the possibility of…taking over the responsibilities that Constance held for the company.” Cerise resisted the overwhelming urge to close her eyes and breathe a sigh of relief, wondering how she could be so profoundly relieved and yet a bit disappointed at the same time. “With a significant raise in pay,” he added, before she could respond.
“Constance had responsibilities here?” Ceri was astounded. “What did she do?”
“She audited the books, kept track of clients and contracts, gave oversight to operations as a whole,” his lips formed a thin line at the thought of his ex-wife’s scheming treachery. She was clearly cut from the same cloth as his father, and hers.
“That makes so much sense,” Cerise murmured, lost in thought. That’s how the bitch knew about her relationships with clients and probably figured out what she was doing in terms of a takeover. Ceri had thought she was subtly setting the stage and had actually been watched the entire time. She wondered if the ever-vindictive Constance had mentioned her suspicions about Cerise Preston to Blake during the divorce. Apparently not, if he now wanted to entrust her with oversight responsibility. He was, for all intents and purposes, handing her the keys to the kingdom. The thought occurred to her that she could achieve her goal of taking over BVR without having to hurt Blake.
“What do you think?” his mellow voice intruded into her thoughts.
“Ummm…” she shook herself, coming back to the present. “That’s a lot to take in,” she said slowly. “Give me some time?”
“Of course,” Blake smiled guilelessly, looking as though he considered the matter already resolved. “Take as much time as you need. I’ll be handling oversight while you decide.”
Shit. Blake wasn’t stupid, if he started looking into the records carefully enough, he might begin to see the things that his bitch of an ex-wife had seen. Cerise made the snap-decision to take the promotion he was offering, in addition to her recruiting efforts. She would either take BVR over as planned, or not – that decision didn’t have to be made right away. She would see if Blake Hamilton was really as sweet as he seemed, and in the meantime, she’d continue to make both of them ridi
culous amounts of money. Either way, it was a win for her.
“You know what, I really don’t know what there is to think about…you’ve got yourself a deal,” she put on a bright smile and offered her hand to shake on it. Blake took it and kissed it. Life was about to become very interesting.
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