The CEO's Fantasy (The Billionaire Bachelors Series) (11 page)

Dean set several plates on the table and sat down beside her. When she saw what he’d served her, she couldn’t help smiling. He’d ordered from the tapas restaurant they’d gone to last week. She’d loved it…and he remembered all her favorites. There was also a plate of strawberries, which didn’t surprise her. Dean was obsessed with feeding her strawberries. Or covering her body with strawberry slices that he insisted on eating off of her while he brought her to orgasm with her vibrator.

She reached for a napkin and an
empanada
, listening to them discuss their friends’ strange behavior and trying not to think about sex.

“I did get ahold of Peter. Once,” Dean sighed. “We were talking about the new business venture, but as soon as I told him about Henry and the car, he made some excuse and hung up. Still hasn’t called me back.”

“I have a feeling about that.” Tracy’s voice was wry. “The competition must be on again.”

“What competition?” Sara licked her lips and wiped off her mouth, wishing she’d stayed silent when both men focused on her with sexy bedroom eyes. She tugged on the shirt again. “I’m sorry, it’s none of my business.”

“They’ve both been after the same woman since college.” Dean dropped his hand to her knee, pushing up the hem of her borrowed shirt as he traced a path to her thigh. “Well, they chased her in college, caught her for a minute, and now they might be chasing her again. We can’t be sure.”

Tracy sounded surprised. “Did I miss the catching her part? Where the hell was I?”

Dean laughed. “Christmas break. That time they both stayed at the house instead of their usual trips abroad?”

Both. Sara was too fascinated to hold her tongue. “They both caught her? At the same time?” And they wanted to do it again?

“She never could choose between them,” Tracy answered. “I suppose it was bound the happen. Might explain why she ran scared, though.”

Sara was dubious. Peter Faraday and Henry Vincent were—individually—practically irresistible. A woman with men like that, two of them, both focused on her pleasure? She pressed her thighs together, swallowed hard and spoke without thinking. “Who would run away from that?”

Tracy chuckled. “Good question.”

“Fascinating question.” Dean’s fingers tightened on her thigh. “Sara. I think it’s your turn.”

Oh God. They’d just been talking about two men and one woman having… “Maybe we should wait until after lunch?”

“I’m not talking about that…yet.” Then he chuckled. “But after your reaction to the Hummer, I think it’s time we graduated and got rid of the tinted windows.”

Tracy took his hat off and ran his hand through his hair, studying them intently. “Care to let me in on this conversation, Dean?”

She started to tremble.

“It’s the same conversation we’ve been having since Franco’s, Tracy. Fantasies. As fate would have it, Sara has an interest in them as well. When we discovered we had a shared obsession, we began taking turns checking off each other’s forbidden wish lists. She just fulfilled one of mine and, coincidentally, she has one or two that I’d only trust with you.”

“I see.”

She couldn’t stop the blushing. Even after all they’d done. What she was tempted to do. “Mr. Reyes, ignore him. He doesn’t even believe in coincidence. And you don’t need to do any—”

“For this conversation you should call me Tracy, Sara.” His smile was gentle but his eyes were darker than they’d been before. Narrowed. “Believe me, I never do anything I don’t want to do. And I’m intrigued. What’s this fantasy of yours he thinks I can help with?”

She turned to look at Dean, her heart racing so fast she was worried she might pass out. Up until now it had just been talk. Just the two of them, skirting the edge of the forbidden.

Dean wrapped his arm around her. “Tell me something, Sara. Did the rumor mill in accounting ever talk about Tracy? Ever mention anything about his predilections?”

She shook her head. Everyone on the twenty-third floor was in love with Tracy Reyes, and dumbfounded that such a decent, family-loving man spent his free time socializing with sexual deviants.

When she told him Dean’s expression was humorously resigned. “He really is the Teflon Cowboy, isn’t he? He’s also a rope top, among other things, who’s in fairly high demand when he’s in town. That man knows his way around kinks you and I haven’t scratched the surface of discussing, and he has some serious control issues.”

The cowboy billionaire was a
rope
top? She bit her lip to keep her mouth from dropping open. She had a sudden graphic image in her head of what that might look like, an image that changed Tracy Reyes forever from handsome to
hot
.

Tracy nodded. “We’re sharing, I take it. Good. I’ve got nothing to hide. I do crave control. But what about you? Does Sara know you were the one that introduced me to that world? That you used to take photographs of the naked women I tied up and call it art?”

“He did?” She turned to Dean and licked her lower lip, dying of curiosity. “Do you still have them?”

He inhaled sharply. “Yes, Sara. I’ll show them to you if you’d like. But none of them compare to the look on your face when I’m inside you. Or when you’re doing something you know you shouldn’t. I wouldn’t mind capturing that for posterity.”

Dean wanted to take photographs of her? “Oh.”

He laughed. “So much curiosity and excitement packed into one little word. You asked what her fantasy was, Tracy?
One
of them is to be thoroughly taken and made to come while someone is watching. And it is a beautiful thing to watch her fall apart, my friend. Sara is the sexiest, most openly passionate woman I’ve ever known.”

Sara melted at Dean’s words and glanced at Tracy, noticing his fingers had curled into fists on his legs. Was he interested? 

“I’m more a director than observer, Dean. You know that. But you were right, she is a luscious beauty and the offer is too generous to resist. I’d be honored.”

Oh God, just hearing him say that made Sara’s breath catch with excitement. Dean, too, seemed primed for what was about to happen.

“I think we can accommodate everyone’s needs, Reyes. We should take this up to the penthouse in case the first fantasy leads us to another. Now, before my secretary gets back from lunch.”

In the elevator, wearing nothing but lace panties and Dean’s shirt and standing between two aroused, sexy men who were on their way to make her fantasy come true, Sara couldn’t help but think that no one got everything they wanted without a price.

Whatever it was, she’d find a way to pay.

She was standing beside the bed, Dean staring down at her and Tracy in a chair in the corner of the room, before she remembered to breathe. Were they really going to do this? Maybe it was something that happened to men like them every day, but for Sara it was a once-in-a-lifetime event.

Once again she gave into vanity, momentarily worried that Tracy wouldn’t like what he saw.

Dean does.

That reminder was all it took. When she looked into his eyes, all she saw was admiration and lust. Awe and affection. Desire. She loved the way he looked at her. He was better than any dream doppelganger. Better than she wanted to admit.

He undid the buttons on her shirt slowly, as if savoring his prize. “I haven’t forgotten what I promised in the office, Sara. Do you remember what I said I was going to do to you?”

Make her come with his mouth, then turn her over and… She shivered. They hadn’t done that yet, either. “I remember.”

“It’s a good thing you love your toys,” he muttered roughly as he parted the fabric and slid it off her shoulders. “I don’t think I have the restraint I’d need otherwise.”

Tracy swore softly when Dean stepped to the side and he saw her breasts. “I no longer blame you for ignoring my calls, Dean. I’m not sure how you made it to the office at all.”

She smiled shyly and Dean groaned. “Neither am I.” He slipped his fingers inside her underwear then dropped to his knees, pulling them down her legs until she had to place her hand on his broad shoulder to step out of them.

She wasn’t sure how she ever
let
him leave for the office. Dean’s back rippled with lean muscle when he moved, his sandy hair tousled and begging for her hands. He was no longer the forbidden and unobtainable boss. He was her lover and with each new experience she only wanted him more.

She was his.

Dean straightened, picking her up unexpectedly and tossing her backwards onto the bed.

She laughed. “Showing off?”

“That wasn’t showing off,” he corrected her darkly. “This is.”

Dean crawled up on the edge of the bed, placing her legs over his shoulders. “Got a good seat, Tracy?”

“Not as good as yours.”

Dean looked into her eyes, something a little primal and thrilling in his expression. “If I were showing off, I’d respond to that. I hope you have something to hang onto, Sara.” He lowered his head with a wicked grin and then his face disappeared between her thighs.

“Oh God.”

He was more aggressive in his movements, his hands spreading her pussy lips wide as his tongue thrust deep. He moaned the way he always did when he tasted her, and the vibration made Sara buck against his mouth.

She could feel Tracy‘s eyes on them. On her. It heightened every sensation. Dean’s teeth biting down gently on her lips, her clit. His hair brushing against her sensitive thighs.

Her breasts ached and she reached up to squeeze them, pinching her nipples hard and gasping at the sting.

“Beautiful,” Tracy whispered from the other side of the room.

He liked that.

Dean slipped a finger through her arousal and then pressed it between the cheeks of her ass, seeking entrance. A small taste of what was coming, she knew. What would happen when he could no longer wait to get inside.

His tongue was going so deep, in and out at a pace she could hardly keep up with. “Dean! Yes, that feels...”

Forbidden. Knowing they were being watched. Knowing what he was going to do.

She dug her heels into his back and lifted her hips for more, rocking against his face shamelessly. He pushed another finger in her ass and she shouted out at the pinch and stretch.

Dean lifted his mouth. “I know you love your little plug, but are you ready for more? Ready for me to fuck that sweet ass?”

“Yes!”

“Beg me.”

What? She was close. Teetering on the edge. Why was he stopping? “Dean, please.”

“Please what?”

Tracy was listening. Watching. Wanting? And Dean was going to make her beg. “Please. Please, I need to come.”

“Not yet. Not until you say it. You know how I love it when you’re bad.”

She bit her lip so hard she tasted blood. “I want it,” she whispered. “I want you to roll me over and fuck my ass. I used to put the plug in and imagine you. No one else…I’ve never let anyone else take me there. But I’m begging you to do it.
Please, sir.
”

“Hell.” She barely heard Tracy swear, she was too busy studying the look in Dean’s eyes.

“Is that true?”

She nodded. “Please, Dean. I’m so close…”

He lowered his head with a growl and started sucking on her clit. “Oh God. Yes, Dean,
oh, suck it, please. Please, I…Oh my God
!”

She was soaring with her orgasm while Dean reared back and repositioned her on the bed. She could hardly catch her breath. He dragged her up onto all fours and she lifted her head and saw Tracy watching her quivering body. The chair was closer, his shirt was unbuttoned and his jeans were open, his hand stroking his erection while Dean reached into his nightstand.

“Words can’t describe what a gift it is to watch your pleasure,” Tracy murmured. “You’re just as passionate as he said.”

She lowered her eyes, unsure of how to respond and struggling to catch her breath.

“Don’t get shy on me now, Sara.” Dean kissed her shoulder before opening a bottle and dripping several drops of thick liquid between the cheeks of her ass, rubbing her there and making her shudder. “You’re
not
shy. You’re wild. You are sex incarnate. Passion in the lush, soft flesh sent to tempt me. You were made for this.”

She turned to look over her shoulder and Dean was there, kissing her with carnal intent before lowering his head to bite her neck. “My fantasy.”

The first push of his erection through the tight muscles made her gasp and hiss at the sting. Dean cupped her shoulder with one hand and her hip with the other. “Breathe, baby,” he soothed. “Breathe for me.”

She breathed out and he pressed forward, pushing through the resistance with a pop and then… “So much. Too much, Dean. It’s too much.”

Her hands dug into the bed cover, her mind unable to take it all in. The intensity of feeling. The sensation that was both breath-stealing pain and earth-shattering pleasure. Her toy hadn’t prepared her for this. For him.  She looked up wildly, her gaze slamming into Tracy’s.

“Do you want me to stop?” Dean’s voice was gravel rough.

Tracy shook his head subtly.

“No. Don’t stop.”
Never stop
. She lowered her forehead to the bed and cried out when he thrust deeper.

“Good girl.” She heard Tracy’s praise and shivered.

“Fuck, you’re tight. You can take me, baby.” He rocked against her, shallow at first until she instinctively pushed back against him, wanting him to fill her completely. “Jesus, just look at you. Greedy Sara. You don’t want to stop, do you? You want it all. You want more.”

She did. More of him. More of this feeling.
More...

He slung his hips forward until she could feel them slap against her ass and she shouted his name, hoping the mattress would muffle the volume.

“I want to see her face.” Tracy sounded as aroused as she was. Commanding.

Dean only groaned in response, but the hand on her shoulder moved to her neck, his fingers on her chin. She gasped when he applied pressure and lifted her until her back was pressed to his chest, revealing her completely to Tracy’s gaze. His fingers stretched to her mouth and she opened her lips to suck them in, tasting the salt on his skin and making both men moan.