Free What's Yours Is Mine: An Alpha Billionaire Romance (Cerise Preston Story Book 1) by Sasha Moore, Anita Cox Page B

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