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

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.”
     

 

Chapter Four
     
    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