Yours to Keep part 3: Billionaire CEO Romance (Captured and Claimed) by Cathryn Fox Page B

to come up with a great, hot topic story, one that would impress the Entice editors.  Unfortunately, hot-topic stories were few and far between in her small town. 
    Cassie’s voice brought Sara’s attention back around.  “To him, women are just sperm banks.”
    Sara twisted her lips.  “Sperm bank, huh?”  It really had been far too long since she’d taken a deposit. 
    Sara looked over Cassie’s shoulder and spotted Mitch watching their exchange with interest, giving her the impression he knew exactly what they were talking about.  He scraped his hands over his chin, dragging her gaze to his fingertips. 
    Her heart beat in a mad rush as she thought about how those fingers would feel tracing the pattern of her body, and touching her most private areas.  She pictured his mouth ravishing hers, his hands on her breasts, his thick cock ramming her pussy, fucking her like she’d never been fucked before. 
    Just then their eyes connected, and in that instant, Sara knew she’d like nothing better than to take a few deposits from the bad ass firefighter. 
    Someone from across the room called out to Mitch.  He twisted sideways and followed the sound, vanishing from her line of sight. 
    Sara pulled in a fortifying breath and focused all her attention back on the girls, playing catch-up on their conversation, which, from the sounds of things, was just beginning to heat up. 
    Never one to be subtle, Megan got right to the point. “So tell me, Cassie.  Is Nick any good in bed?” 
    Cassie kept a telltale grin from her face, but the fire in her eyes spoke volumes.  “You know I don’t kiss and tell.”
    “I’m not asking about his kissing abilities, I’m asking about his fu-”
    “Jesus, Megan,” Jenna piped in, “what kind of question is that?”
    Megan shrugged.  “I’m just asking, is all.”
    “What you really should be asking is, does he know his way around a vagina?  Because the last guy I dated couldn’t find my G-spot without a compass and detailed direction’s from Google Maps.”
    A round of laughter erupted from the table and gained the attention of those around the four of them. 
    Still chuckling, Sara planted her elbow on the table and dropped her voice.  “You think you’ve had it bad,” she whispered, resting her chin on her palms.  “My last date thought a G-spot was the crisp five dollar bill he handed the waitress every morning in exchange for his coffee and paper.”
    “Okay, since we’re having a whose-boyfriend-thinks-a-vulva-is-something-they-drive-to-work-every-morning contest I want in,” Megan added, laying her palms flat on the table, a wry grin curling her lips.  “My ex-husband thought fellatio was something you ordered off the dessert menu at Applebee’s.”  She smacked one hand to her forehead.  “And to think I married him!  What the fuck was I thinking?”  A round of groans followed Megan’s confession.
    “Okay, you win,” Sara piped in, going back to her drink.  Maybe alcohol would lessen the painful truth that all the men back home were as boring in the bedroom as they were out of it. 
    Cassie leaned forward.  She slipped something under her hand and slid it to the middle of the table.  “Actually, there is a way you can all win.  Except this time winning means no Google Maps, no detailed directions, and no Applebee’s.” 
    Before Cassie continued, her gaze darted around the room.  Her voice dropped an octave as though all four women gathered around the table were masterminding some secret plan to take over the world.  “This is just good, old-fashioned fun where those involved know what a G-spot is and how to work it.”
    The other women all huddled forward, mimicking Cassie’s actions.
    Megan lowered her voice to match Cassie’s.  “What are you talking about?”
    Cassie lifted her hand from the table to reveal a small white business card.  A hush fell over the group as all sets of eyes focused on the rectangular piece of