The CEO's Fantasy (The Billionaire Bachelors Series) (9 page)

But it had already started the minute he saw her on her knees in the elevator.

She was his fantasy and she’d blown his mind.

He was willing to admit he’d had a few years of bad luck in the satisfaction department, but he’d had great sex before. More than most got in a lifetime. Hot sex. Angry sex. Kinky sex. Hell, he’d been a part of more than a few three-ways in his day, experiences he’d never expected to top.

Sara made them all disappear. She was uninhibited. Sensual. Playful.

Obedient. But only when she wanted to drive him wild.

He groaned when her fingers caressed the lips of her sex. “Are you ready, Sara?”

“Yes, Mr. Warren.”

He growled. “Turn them on.”

“All of them, sir?”

It had been a mistake for her to tell him what she used when she fantasized about him. He had to see them, and when she admitted what she used to do for a living, he’d needed to hear her describe what each one of them did. Then he’d convinced her to use them.

He’d watched without helping as she got on her knees and inserted a small, vibrating butt plug. Watched as she gently thrust her purple vibrator inside her sex and showed him the circular oral stimulator that had more speeds and motions than humanly possible, though she swore it wasn’t as satisfying as his tongue had been. 

“Do it, Sara.”

She turned them on, one hand pressing the round device to her clit as she shuddered on her queen size bed in reaction to the others. It was a beautiful sight.

Dean had promised to watch. Only watch. But he was doing it through the camera on his phone.

It was a fantasy he’d never dared indulge, a dangerous one that he’d always declined to participate in when it was offered—despite his curiosity. Scrutinized CEOs did not make sex tapes or take photographs of naked women.

But he used to. He wanted to with Sara.

And the irresistible fucking woman had bitten her lip for a single uncertain moment before agreeing to let him hit record.

“Keep your legs spread so I can see everything,” he growled. “Tell me how it feels.”

“Too much.” She shook her head against the pillow, her eyes closed. “I can’t describe it. I can’t even…”

“Do you like it?”

“
Mmm-hmm
.”

“Do you like knowing I’m watching?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And this is what you’d do at night when you imagined me fucking you?”

Her small smile was siren-like, her lips trembling. “Not only at night. And usually just one at a time…sir.”

He kept the camera on her while lowering his free hand to his erection, unable to stop himself. “I’ll tell you a secret, Sara. I’m starting to like the sound of that word on your lips. More than I thought I would. When you say it. I can see you on your knees in my office or over my lap with your skirt up as I spank you.”

He’d broken her rhythm. She liked the sound of that. Good. Because he was definitely going to spank her. “Now you tell me a secret for the camera. I can see how much you’re enjoying your toys. Have you ever fantasized about two men at the same time?”

“Oh God.”

“Sara?”

She moaned. “Yes, sir.”

Yes, sir.

“And if I told you one of
my
fantasies was to make that happen, hypothetically of course, would you agree to it?”

“Dean—”

“
Ms. Charles?
Would you agree to my fantasy?”

“I’ll do whatever you want, Dean. Anything.”

He threw his cell phone on the floor and climbed over her trembling body. “That’s a dangerous thing to say, Sara. Whatever I want.”

He reached for one of the condoms on her nightstand and opened it swiftly, sliding it on, pulling her vibrator out and thrusting inside her before the buzzing toy landed on the bed.

“Tight,” he hissed. “I can feel it. Fuck, I might never want you to take that damn plug out again. It’s so fucking good.”

She cried out, lifting her legs until her knees were digging into his sides. “
Dean
.”

“I’m here,” he groaned, pressing her breasts together so he could lick and bite her nipples as he took her.

“We might have a problem, Sara.” He scraped his teeth along the curve of her breast, groaning every time he felt her tighten around him. “If you’ll do whatever I want and I can’t think of anything I don’t want to do to you… God, this is too good.”

“Dean,” she cried. “Don’t stop.
Please
.”

“I don’t want to stop but you…I can’t… I want you to come, Sara. Now. Come for me.”

“
Oh! Oh God. Yes
!”

Whatever he wanted.

He felt her shatter around him, her nails scratching his skin, her thighs tightening as she found her release. Fire and lightning ripped up his spine and he lifted his head from her breasts, his back arching with the force of it.

“Sara!” He was crashing, tumbling hard into the most blinding orgasm of his life.

The best he’d ever had.

When he had some control over his senses again, he kissed her and rolled to her side, reaching out with one hand for the phone that had dropped on the floor. Sara put her head on his shoulder and kissed his chest. “What are you doing?”

“Deleting,” he responded gruffly, not willing to think about how right she felt cuddled against him. How soft.

She laughed, still a little breathless from her orgasm. “You wanted to film me so you could delete it?”

He pushed another button to empty the trash, erasing the video completely while pulling her closer with his other arm. “I wanted you to
let
me film you. I don’t need anything on my phone to remember that, Sara. Trust me.”

“I did trust you. Hours ago when you said we’d talk about our fantasies after one—”

“I remember that too,” he interrupted wryly. “You might have a few minutes while I recover if you want to make your list. You start. I’ll tell you one of mine if you tell me one of yours.”

She buried her face in his neck. “I was hoping you’d be the one to start. Fantasies are usually things you imagine doing, not things you’ve already experienced. Your reputation combined with your stamina? Odds are my to-do list is embarrassingly longer than yours.”

He reached over, lifting her chin until she was looking into his eyes. “If you think I won’t be dreaming of what you just did for me even when I’m too old to do anything about it, you’re wrong. But we agreed not to hold back, so if you want to ask me about my history, I’ll answer.”

She lifted up on her elbow to look down at him. “You’ll be completely honest?”

“I’ll say yes, though in my experience most women don’t usually mean the ‘completely’ part.”

“In my experience I’m not like most women, and I do.” She lifted her chin. “First question. Have you ever had sex on a boat?”

“
That’s
your first question?” He laughed, surprised again. “What kind of boat?”

“Raft, gondola, canoe, yacht. Pick your flotation device.”

He wanted to kiss her again. “Yes.”

“What about an airplane? Have you done that?”

“Are you sure you don’t want to tell me about one of
your
fantasies?”

She traced his stomach with the tips of her fingers. “I’m simply establishing a jumping off point based on your previous experiences.”

He reminded himself she wanted honesty. “Yes.”

She sucked on her lower lip and he groaned. She was imagining it. He could see it in her expression. Imagining what it would be like. With him? “What about you, Sara? Planes, trains, gondola?”

“Automobile. A Suburban on a back road in the middle of nowhere.” She made a face. “That wasn’t my fantasy though, it was his, and I was seventeen and terribly insecure so I don’t think it counts. An airplane, on the other hand, that sounds exciting.”

Because you could get caught.
She hadn’t said it, but Dean could hear it all the same. He started to caress her hip, unable to stop touching her. “What’s next? A mountain bike?”

Sara chuckled. “Let’s skip transportation copulation because after the Hummer and the airplane, I can see that’s a regular thing for you.” He laughed in surprise while she continued, “Workplace sex. Anyone ever joined you in the office for a little afternoon delight?”

Sweet heaven.
“No one. You know that. I tend to keep business and pleasure in their separate corners.”

“Because of your…” She bit her lip, but for the first time in years Dean didn’t feel defensive. How could he when she was soft and warm against him?

“My father. Yes.”

Sara’s eyes darkened. “But you wanted to with me.”

With her. In the atrium. His office. He clenched his jaw. “Yes.”

“What was your hottest office fantasy?”

He bit out the first thing that came to mind. “Blow job. You’re under the desk, wearing nothing but white lace panties. My pants are open and my office door is closed but unlocked.”

She shivered. Good. He didn’t want to be the only one affected by this conversation.

“Any nooks or hideaways you’ve fantasized about sneaking away to?”

“The elevator,” she whispered. “I’ve imagined the elevator a lot.”

So had he.

“Someone could see us.” He hadn’t meant for his voice to sound that guttural. That needy. He slipped his hand between her thighs, already hard again.

“Mmm, I know.” She closed her eyes, letting her thighs shift so he could explore her. “But we’re alone and you can’t help yourself. You push me against the wall and kiss me while you hike up my skirt and undo your pants. You’re so impatient you rip my stockings and underwear and groan when you realize I’m already wet for you. That I want it as much as you do.”

“Sara,” he rasped, rolling with her onto his back and reaching for another condom. “What happens next?”

“I’ll show you.”

It had been twelve days since Sara had entered the Warren building. Since she’d sat across from Terry Anne and hoped to see Bossy McHotpants in the elevator. She nodded at Andrew and stepped into the lift as the doors opened.

Things had changed. She’d changed.

Dean.

He’d called to invite her to his office for lunch. Told her he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her and he was fantasizing about seeing her at work again.

She could never deny him a fantasy. He knew that. They’d spent nearly every waking moment together, neither able to keep their hands off the other, and she hadn’t turned him down yet. Not when he whisked her away in his private jet to take her to dinner in a nearby city and show her how exciting the mile high club really was. She‘d never forget the expression the steward was wearing when they reappeared from the tiny bathroom, thoroughly mussed and smiling. Flying would never be the same.

She hadn’t turned him down when he called Roy to take them out in the Hummer again—Henry Vincent still hadn’t returned Dean’s car—and made sure the driver found his way into a traffic jam.

Sara shivered and leaned back against the railing of the elevator, feeling wanton as she lowered her hand between her legs beneath her short trench coat. She wasn’t wearing anything but a pair of panties underneath.

She hadn’t been wearing anything that day either. Not for long. He’d opened the skylight so they could hear the hum of the engines outside and had her take off all her clothes. Then he pointed through the dark window at the bored young man in the car idling on their right and told her to watch him.

Dean made her kneel on the seat and placed his hand on her back, applying pressure until her breasts were mashed deliciously against the glass.

“He can’t see us. What shall we do to get his attention, Sara?” he whispered in her ear before he dripped lube between the cheeks of her ass and slowly inserted the plug he’d had her bring from her apartment.

Twenty-four.
She watched the number light up in the elevator as she pushed aside her panties and thrust a finger inside her wet sex, remembering what he’d said next.

“I know your fantasies, Sara. And it’s your turn. Let’s make one of his come true at the same time. Don’t take your eyes off him, baby. Let him hear you.”

The palm of his hand landed hard on her pussy and she cried out in pleasure at the sting. “Yes!”

The man flinched in surprise, looking over at the limousine. He’d heard her.

“Yes, what?” Dean murmured hotly. “Tell him what I’m doing. How much you like it.”

He spanked her sex again. And again. She’d never imagined it would feel that good. Or make her feel that bad. She wanted to turn that stranger on. Never wanted Dean to stop.

“Yes, spank me!” She raised her voice, aroused beyond caring. “Spank my pussy. Oh God, I’ve been a bad girl and I need to be punished. It’s making me so wet!”

She watched as the man, who didn’t look old enough to be out of college, bit his lip and gripped his steering wheel with white knuckles. She’d definitely gotten his attention. She wanted to laugh as adrenaline made her reckless. Greedy for more.

Dean’s own laugh was ragged. “You
are
a bad girl, Sara.” He spanked her harder, making her clit swell with each successive smack. “And better at this than I was ready for. Tell him what bad girls want after they’ve been spanked. What you want from me.”

She couldn’t believe how turned on she was. “I want your big, hard cock inside me,” she begged, raising her voice so the man beside them could hear her. “In my mouth, in my ass, in my pussy. I need you to fuck me so bad!”

Sara gasped when the man looked around surreptitiously and unzipped his jeans, reaching in to pull out his erection. He started to stroke himself and Sara licked her lips, fascinated. High on the knowledge that she’d done this to him. High on Dean.

“Don’t leave us hanging now, baby.” Dean gripped her hips hard and knelt on the seat behind her. “I know how much you like to scream. Give him what he needs. What
I
need.”

He filled her with one long thrust and she cried out, loving how wild she’d made him. How crazed she felt. Her hands pounded on the glass. “
Yes. Yes!
It’s so big. Make me take it. Don’t stop. Oh God, yes, fuck my pussy with your big, hard cock!”