The CEO's Fantasy (The Billionaire Bachelors Series) (12 page)

The hand on her hip moved between her thighs to caress her clit while he rocked gently from behind. “So sexy,” he muttered. “Fuck, Sara, you’re driving me crazy.”

Tracy was standing a few steps away from the bed now, his eyes black with desire as he stared down at her breasts with a hunger that made her feel helpless. Her hands came up to cover them instinctively.

“Oh no, luscious.” Tracy reached down and slid his unbuckled belt out of the loops of his jeans. “This is your fantasy, remember? How can I watch you if you cover yourself? Do you want me to leave?”

Dean bit down on her shoulder with a groan. “She just squeezed my cock and my hand is soaked. I think she wants you here.”

Tracy made a snapping noise with the folded leather belt in his hands and she started to shake. “I could bind you. Or you can lower your hands for me.”

Dean pinched her clit between his fingers and she cried out in surprise and need, lowering her hands. “
Dean
.”

“I’m right here, baby. Right here and thinking Tracy wants to do more than watch now. Are you ready for me to give you the rest of your fantasy?”

It took a few minutes to process what Dean was saying. Sara’s gaze was hazy with pleasure when she looked up at Tracy Reyes again.

Dangerous. The gentleman cowboy had changed dramatically since they came into the bedroom. This man knew what he wanted, knew what she could take and how to control a woman’s pleasure. Masterful.

And he wanted to join them.

“Limits, Dean?”

Sara moaned when he slowed his thrusts, the sensations intensifying. “She doesn’t seem to have any. But mine are anything but everything,” he responded.

Sara frowned in confusion and Tracy reached out to trace her lips, to touch her for the first time. “He’s saying I can take your mouth, your breasts and I can taste you, but I can’t come inside. I agree to his conditions. Do you?”

OhGodohgodohgod…
“
Oh God
.”

“Is that a yes?” Dean’s laugh was a rasp in his throat.

“Y-yes.”

He groaned softly in her ear. “I’ll hold out as long as I can while you give him a taste.”

Tracy’s shirt disappeared and Sara had a hard time looking away from all that muscle. Her gaze lowered to his open jeans. And big. Intimidating. Mouth-watering. He knelt on the bed in front of them, his large rough hands cupping her breasts.

“Thank you, Sara,” he murmured. “I’ve been wanting to make my mark on these exquisite breasts from the second I saw them.”

His mark? He lowered his head opened his mouth wide over her nipple, sucking hard.

Fuck.
She reached back to grip Dean’s hip, needing something to hold onto. Needing him. It felt good. Should it feel good? This was Dean’s friend. A stranger who was now biting her breast and licking the pain away.

Was it wrong that she liked it?

“I’m here, Sara.” Dean pressed his lips against her hair. “Let go and let me feel you fall apart around me. Give him a glimpse of how lucky I am.”

“Showoff,” she gasped again, her other hand landing on Tracy’s shoulder when his fingers slid past Dean’s hand and dipped inside her sex. “Ah!”

Tracy lifted his mouth and snared her gaze. “It’s a good thing we’re friends, Dean, or I’d steal this one. She has all the instincts of a perfect submissive. I could easily imagine tying her up and carrying her back to my bed.” He raised his fingers to his mouth and moaned. “She’s delicious.”

“Get your own fantasy, Reyes. This is hers.”

Tracy laughed at the possessiveness they both heard in Dean’s voice. “And she’s yours, I know. Let’s make it memorable, shall we, Sara?”

He got onto his back and shifted until his head was between her thighs, his impressive erection all she could see. He moved Dean’s hand away from her sex and gripped her free hip, tugging her toward his mouth.

Sara knew what he was doing. What he wanted. So did Dean. “Oh you bastard,” he growled, his hips picking up their pace when she leaned forward on her hands and knees again.

She gripped the covers on either side of Tracy’s body and cried out at the dueling sensations. Dean’s deep strokes in her ass. Tracy’s teeth and tongue, and the way he tugged the lips of her sex and sucked. Two of them. Both of them focused on her. Only on her.

It was intoxicating. Insane.

She lowered her head and took Tracy’s erection deep into her mouth. She could feel the head of his shaft touching the back of her throat and she knew she wouldn’t be able to take all of him in, not unless she could swallow.

Different from Dean, but still salt and male. Just as dangerous. His hips jerked and he made a sound of approval against her clit, his tongue teasing and dominating in turns.

A sudden urge to take away his control seized Sara. She wasn’t entirely submissive. She and Dean were lost to their passions, lost in the fantasy. If this man was going to join them, she needed to make sure he was just as far gone.

She reached into the opening of his jeans and caressed him—the tight sac at the base of his erection, the sensitive skin beyond. She licked and sucked his shaft as hard as he’d sucked her nipples, knowing now what he liked.

A warning rumble came from his chest and he bit her thigh. Sara answered by swallowing against his cock, taking more of him while she pressed one finger between the cheeks of his ass.

“Sara!” he shouted, his hand lightning fast as it reached down to grip her wrist. “Don’t challenge me, sweetheart,” he warned. “You couldn’t handle what comes after.”

He caught her braid in his fingers and wrapped it around his hand, pulling her head down while his hips pumped upward, filling her mouth.

She gasped, her eyes watering when her throat tightened around his thick shaft. The thrill of arousal she got when she realized she’d shaken him made her press her needy sex against his lips, pleading.

“Hell yeah,” he moaned. “Good girl. Let’s go for a ride.”

Dean’s palm was hot between her shoulder blades, his hips slapping against hers as Tracy did things with his tongue that made her scream. Sara closed her eyes and gave herself up to it. Blinded to everything but sensation.

Yes, fuck me. Everywhere. Inside me everywhere. Love it, Dean. Love everything. Love you…

Tracy shouted and pulled his cock out of her mouth, rolling away from them, his own hand stroking himself to climax.

“Thank fucking God,” Dean swore, curving his body over hers and moving them both forward with the force of his thrusts. “
Thank God
,” he repeated. “Need to come. Gonna come so hard inside you. Sara!
Now.
”

“Dean!” Her orgasm slammed into her with the force of a train, meeting his in a collision of shouts and trembling muscles. Her body shuddered against his and she covered the hand still gripping her neck, feeling like she was shattering. Ripping apart and there was nothing to put her back together. Nothing left.

She wasn’t sure how much time passed. She only realized she was crying when Tracy, mostly dressed now and sitting beside her broken body, wiped the tears from her cheeks tenderly. “Thank you, Sara. I can see now why he was tempted to break his sacred rules for you. And from the look on your man’s face, I get a feeling this is the last time I’ll be invited to witness your pleasure. But I’ll never forget it.”

“He’s not mine.” She wouldn’t forget either.

Tracy narrowed his eyes. “Sure about that, are you?”

Then Dean was there, a warm washcloth caressing her body, soothing her. She sensed more than saw Tracy leave the bedroom as Dean began placing tender kisses on her thighs, her sex. His tongue flicked her clit lightly and she released a shuddering sigh, her drained body coming back to life the way it did every time he touched her. He groaned and she knew he wasn’t done yet. He wanted more.

Before she was swept away by sensation she thought a few more weeks of this might kill her. She would die happy and with more memories of pleasure than one girl probably deserved, but still. Where did she go from here? How would she go back to normal after this? It was already changing everything. Affecting everything.

When it was over, what would it do to her heart?

Dean was in a foul fucking mood and he was holding the reason why in his hands.

Do you have your seatbelts securely fastened? You’ll be glad you did when I deliver the latest dish on one of our favorite billionaires.

The word is out and it’s spreading like wildfire that the reformed rogue might be reverting to his former bad boy status. Over the last three weeks he’s been spotted all over town in dark restaurants, crowded nightclubs and—though this can’t be confirmed—in a limousine during rush hour traffic, getting cozy a new partner in crime. Let’s just say that particular report made Ms. Anonymous blush. And you know that takes creativity and effort.

The woman who has brought out our rogue’s inner devil, however, isn’t his usual type. I haven’t been able to get her name, but I hear she and her nonstop curves stand out in a crowd. Unfortunately their escapades might add up to trouble for our handsome young tycoon.

An unimpeachable source has informed me that his lack of discretion has concerned the board at Warren Industries. The annual vote on whether our rogue can keep a hold of the reins has been moved up and could happen as soon as this week. What do you think, readers? Should a wild and kinky summer fling result in a slap on the wrist, or a permanent boot in the behind? Our billionaire’s bank account won’t suffer, but his reputation will definitely need more polishing. I’m sure his new lady friend will be more than willing to help.

You’ll know more as soon as I do.

“You’re responsible for this aren’t you?” Dean glared at his uncle while the older man sat in his chair, looking smug and victorious. “You can’t give up your crusade and enjoy retirement, I know, but this is low even for you.”

“I’ll disappear to an island as soon as I get this albatross off our family’s neck,” he replied. “Stop trying to make me the bad guy. I’m not hiding my involvement in the article, Dean. Nor that I’ve kept an eye on you. Why would I? You obviously don’t want the responsibility or you wouldn’t have chosen this time of year to lose control of your baser urges. When your parents died, the will clearly stated—”

“That you and an appointed board of trustees would retain the ability to offer a vote of no confidence once a year until you were satisfied with my commitment. If a no vote was cast, you would instantly retake controlling interest and be able to sell off the company as you saw fit.” Dean finished for him. “That will was written when my father thought I had no desire to take over for him and you thought you did. How you’ve managed to convince them to continue this farce and make it about my personal life instead of my job performance is beyond me, but I want you to know it’s over now.”

It should have been over years ago, but Dean had been so busy trying to prove he could run the company better than his father had. His uncle had only added fuel to that fire with his constant comparisons, but he’d stepped over the line with Ms. Anonymous.

With Sara.

“Of course you’re not the bad guy. It’s normal for relatives to hire people to spy on each other. It just shows affection, right? But why would you give this gossip ammunition about my private life if you care so much about the family name?”

Sara had seen it. She must have. She hadn’t answered his calls or responded to his messages all morning.

She’d already been pulling away without telling him why. For days she’d been finding reasons why they couldn’t get together. Why she couldn’t stay the night. Would this article, which had thankfully stopped short of naming her, end their fantasy vacation for good?

The knot in his stomach hardened. He wasn’t ready for that to happen.

He studied his uncle, needing to ask. “Why won’t you let me buy you out? My offers have been more than generous.”

“Spite, of course.” His uncle shook his head almost regretfully. “Or good sense. Dean, your father was a spoiled idiot who got away with everything and had no concern for who he left drowning in his wake. I watched you grow up, and for the most part, I can’t see the difference between you. The more you’ve tried to pretend you’re not like him, the stronger the resemblance grows. I knew you wouldn’t be able to settle down. Knew you’d slip.” He paused. “I also know exactly who you slipped with. You were clever enough to compile a whole file on the woman who was technically still on the books as an employee when you started up with her. No doubt you convinced the poor thing to quit her job so you could pat yourself on the back for not breaking your own rules.”

“You don’t know me at all.” Dean realized it was true. He’d wasted the last five years trying to gain the approval of a stranger.

“No? I don’t know that her supervisor put in a recommendation to hire her back that has conveniently been ignored? You didn’t have a hand in keeping a valued employee from earning you a profit so you could bang her in a public restroom?” He shook his head again, getting to his feet. “If I can find that out, Ms. Anonymous can too. You don’t want that, which is why you’ll let this vote happen next Tuesday and have it play out the way it needs to. And when the trustees perform their final function, you can breathe a sigh of relief, and I’ll treat them all to a European vacation before I sell lock, stock and barrel to a buyer who has already offered me three times the annual revenue. I hear he wants to build a multi-level parking garage.”

He knew about Sara. Had her file. Knew what Dean hadn’t told her about her job being available or the supervisor’s requests.

But Dean knew things too. His uncle might believe he’d won, and he’d let him go on thinking it while he could.

He’d find out soon enough.

If I can find that out, Ms. Anonymous can too.

He needed to talk to Sara.

Once his uncle left, Dean made a few phone calls then found himself in the parking garage. His car had shown up in his driveway last week with a smiley-faced Post-It taped to his windshield and no clues as to where it had been.