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

him. Dean. Her mouth widened and she lowered her head, taking more. Good. More than that. Addictive. Arousal drenched the white lace of her underwear as she gently sucked his shaft, feeling an answering tug in her sex.
    “Fuck you are a tease,” he groaned, his other hand cupping the back of her head. “A sexy, wicked goddamn tease. Are you trying to make me beg?”
    Maybe she was. She moaned against his erection when he started guiding her, pushing her head downward in desperation. “Like that. I’ve wanted to fuck this sweet mouth for so long. Wanted you on your knees like this. Suck me, Sara. Yes . Fuck, baby that’s it. So good.”
    It was. Sara pressed her fingers to her clit with one hand, the other gripping the base of his shaft as she gave them both what they needed. She’d never felt more desirable as he caressed her head, whispering sweet and dirty nothings as he got closer to climax.
    “Your mouth was made for my cock, baby. Made to suck it. After I come down your throat I’m going to get you on this desk and bury my tongue in your pussy. When I get enough I’ll flip you over and fuck your ass until you want to scream but you can’t because we don’t want anyone to know what we’re doing in he— Ah! Sara, yes baby. Your tongue…”
    A quick knock on the door and the sound of it opening made Sara freeze and Dean groan in denial. His hand tightened on her head warningly. Do not stop , it demanded.
    “Dean?” The voice was male, but not familiar. Sara wondered how well she was hidden behind his desk. From the doorway, whoever it was might not be able to see her. “There’s a cart out here with our lunch on it. Should I bring it in or are we waiting for your mysterious lady friend?”
    “Bring it in, Tracy,” Dean snarled. “And make sure to close and lock the door behind you. I’m…don’t stop, baby, please…I’m in the middle of something.”
    The man hesitated while Dean kept her exactly where she was. “Should I come back another time, Dean?”
    “I think… mmmm …I think she’d like it if you stayed.”
    She was so aroused she almost climaxed at Dean’s words. He wanted his friend to know she was here. To know what she was doing. Oh God, it was wrong, wasn’t it? Why did that turn her on? Make her so hot her hips started rocking impatiently against her fingers, desperate to come.
    Dean knew it would. He knew her darkest fantasies. To be watched. To be seen. That the idea of being caught aroused her, but the idea of being seen on purpose…of performing turned her on more than anything else. He hissed when her tongue pressed against his sensitive flesh and chuckled breathlessly. “Yes, I think I’m right. He doesn’t have to leave, does he, Sara?”
    She groaned and shook her head, sucking him harder, feeling wilder than she had only moments before. Greedier.
    “Christ, I’m coming, baby.” He sat up straighter, one hand bracing himself on the desk while the other still clutched her head. He pumped his hips against her. “I can’t…. fuck …Sara!”
    She closed her eyes when the taste of him filled her mouth. Dean .
    A few thoughts started competing with each other for level of importance. Tracy Reyes was in the room with them. She was naked. She still hadn’t come and the new arrival hadn’t lessened her need at all.
    Hussy.
    She looked up at Dean to find his hazel gaze fixed on her. “Thank you.”
    Her lips quivered. “Anytime.”
    He smiled back. “If I’d known this was your plan when I asked you to lunch, I wouldn’t have let Tracy invite himself.”
    “I know.”
    Dean reached up to shrug off his jacket, loosening his tie and pulling it over his head before he reached for his shirt buttons.
    Sara felt like her eyes would pop out of her head. Now? Was he still going to do what he promised? With Tracy Reyes watching? “Dean?”
    “We have a very strict dress code for lunch, Ms. Charles,” he murmured. “Remember? Those breasts must be covered if anyone is