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

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