The CEO's Fantasy (The Billionaire Bachelors Series) by RG Alexander

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    He wanted her to say it.
    “I love it,” she cried, letting go of the last of her inhibitions. “Fucking me so hard. Love… Oh, oh yes like that. Fuck me harder. Make me come. Dean! ”
    “Hell yes.” Dean lowered his head and bit the curve of her breast, his thrusts so fast now her body began to vibrate. She could see stars.
    And then she was flying. “Dean!”
    He shouted against her skin, his fingers digging into her thighs as he came with her. The door was banging so loudly now she breathlessly wondered if it would come off its hinges. If someone would call the police to report the disturbance.
    She didn’t care. Didn’t care about anything but what she was feeling right now. Every inch of her skin was tingling with electricity, her blood was humming, heart racing and she wanted to laugh and cry at the same time.
    She wanted to do it again.
     
    Dean knew he was in trouble as he reclined at the bottom of her bed, watching her bend her spread legs and slip her hand down her stomach toward the patch of damp, auburn curls he wanted to touch again. How was he supposed to run his company, think about the upcoming vote, or fulfill his end of this fantasy bargain when he couldn’t stay away from her body long enough to begin?
    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