Free Romance: The Billionaires Collection (Watched By A Billionaire, Stranded With A Billionaire, Caught By A Billionaire, Billionaire Stepbrother) by Lexi Duval

the shape of
a star.
    We move round to the front, and ahead I see the
magnificent skyline of Manhattan dominating the view, tall
skyscrapers launching themselves to the heavens with a thousand
twinkling lights.
    “ Have you ever come here before?” asks Gray.
    I shake my head, gazing at the sight ahead and the giant
statue behind.
    “ Never. I've lived nearby for most of my life but
never actually came here.”
    We reach the front of the star, and I see a table set up
with a waiter standing nearby, standing to attention in his black
shirt and pants.
    “ Good evening, Mr Trent,” he says, popping the cork
out of a bottle of champagne.
    “ Good evening, Brian,” replies Gray, pulling back my
chair and settling me down.
    Brian pours two glasses before whispering in Gray's ear
and retreating.
    “ I hope you're hungry?” asks Gray as we put our
glasses to our lips.
    “ Ravenous,” I venture, although the look in my eyes
suggests it's not food I'm ravenous for, but something else.
    Under the light of the fading sun, and caught between
the statue and the beautiful sights of Manhattan in the distance, we
eat and drink and laugh. Soon the first bottle of champagne in done
and we're onto another, our starters and main dishes just about the
most delectable food I've ever eaten.
    Brian comes and goes, rushing in and out with our food
and fresh bottles of champagne, all set up beyond in some sort of
portable kitchen/cooler combination.
    “ Is he your personal waiter?” I ask.
    “ Not personal, just someone a hire sometimes when I
need some catering help. As you can see, he's very attentive.”
    I gaze around us once more, still wondering why and,
more importantly, how, we're alone.
    “ Isn't the island usually filled with tourists at this
time?”
    Gray offers a lopsided grin.
    “ Usually, unless it's accepting special guests.”
    “ Like you...”
    “ And you, Ashley.”
    “ I'm not special.”
    “ You are to me.”
    Our evening continues, the sun descending below the
horizon and the stars beginning to sparkle above. Now we're lit only
by the lights around the statue and its base, creating luminous glows
here and there in the darkness.
    When we're done, Gray asks me if I'd like to go to the
top.
    “ Can we?” I ask.
    “ Of course,” he says. “You can do anything when
you're with me.”
    So we enter the statue, and climb the spiral staircase
up through its belly, eventually reaching the crown and staring out
through the various viewing windows just above the great lady's head.
    “ Magnificent,” I hear Gray say behind me.
    “ It is,” I respond, half in a dream, staring at
Manhattan from my new vantage point.
    Then I turn, and realize that he's not looking out of
the window, but at me.
    “ It's you who's magnificent, Ashley,” he says.
    He moves behind me, standing right at my back, and his
lips begin to drizzle down my neck, his lips nibbling at the back of
my ear, his hands wrapping around me, gripping at my breasts.
    Then I hear his belt buckle being undone, his zip being
pulled down, his pants falling over his thighs and to his ankles.
    And as he pulls up my dress, and removes my panties, I
just stare out at the world, wondering if life will ever get any
better than this moment.
    He drops to his knees, and my panties fall in his hands,
and I feel fingers probing, hands gripping at my ass cheeks as his
tongue presses forward toward my pussy from behind.
    I arch my back, push myself out, and widen my legs
slightly so that he can get inside. And as he tells me how great I
taste, how perfect I smell, I feel my loins beginning to throb, a
moistness quickly warming around me.
    He stands, and I feel the press of his chest against my
back again, the touch of his lips against my neck.
    Both his hands drop now, his fingers sliding up my
thighs and bringing my dress with them. He pulls it up above my lower
back, bunching the fabric so that my bare ass is shining under the
light below him.
    “ I can't get enough of