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

“They both caught her? At the same time?” And they wanted to do it again?
    “She never could choose between them,” Tracy answered. “I suppose it was bound the happen. Might explain why she ran scared, though.”
    Sara was dubious. Peter Faraday and Henry Vincent were—individually—practically irresistible. A woman with men like that, two of them, both focused on her pleasure? She pressed her thighs together, swallowed hard and spoke without thinking. “Who would run away from that?”
    Tracy chuckled. “Good question.”
    “Fascinating question.” Dean’s fingers tightened on her thigh. “Sara. I think it’s your turn.”
    Oh God. They’d just been talking about two men and one woman having… “Maybe we should wait until after lunch?”
    “I’m not talking about that…yet.” Then he chuckled. “But after your reaction to the Hummer, I think it’s time we graduated and got rid of the tinted windows.”
    Tracy took his hat off and ran his hand through his hair, studying them intently. “Care to let me in on this conversation, Dean?”
    She started to tremble.
    “It’s the same conversation we’ve been having since Franco’s, Tracy. Fantasies. As fate would have it, Sara has an interest in them as well. When we discovered we had a shared obsession, we began taking turns checking off each other’s forbidden wish lists. She just fulfilled one of mine and, coincidentally, she has one or two that I’d only trust with you.”
    “I see.”
    She couldn’t stop the blushing. Even after all they’d done. What she was tempted to do. “Mr. Reyes, ignore him. He doesn’t even believe in coincidence. And you don’t need to do any—”
    “For this conversation you should call me Tracy, Sara.” His smile was gentle but his eyes were darker than they’d been before. Narrowed. “Believe me, I never do anything I don’t want to do. And I’m intrigued. What’s this fantasy of yours he thinks I can help with?”
    She turned to look at Dean, her heart racing so fast she was worried she might pass out. Up until now it had just been talk. Just the two of them, skirting the edge of the forbidden.
    Dean wrapped his arm around her. “Tell me something, Sara. Did the rumor mill in accounting ever talk about Tracy? Ever mention anything about his predilections?”
    She shook her head. Everyone on the twenty-third floor was in love with Tracy Reyes, and dumbfounded that such a decent, family-loving man spent his free time socializing with sexual deviants.
    When she told him Dean’s expression was humorously resigned. “He really is the Teflon Cowboy, isn’t he? He’s also a rope top, among other things, who’s in fairly high demand when he’s in town. That man knows his way around kinks you and I haven’t scratched the surface of discussing, and he has some serious control issues.”
    The cowboy billionaire was a rope top? She bit her lip to keep her mouth from dropping open. She had a sudden graphic image in her head of what that might look like, an image that changed Tracy Reyes forever from handsome to hot .
    Tracy nodded. “We’re sharing, I take it. Good. I’ve got nothing to hide. I do crave control. But what about you? Does Sara know you were the one that introduced me to that world? That you used to take photographs of the naked women I tied up and call it art?”
    “He did?” She turned to Dean and licked her lower lip, dying of curiosity. “Do you still have them?”
    He inhaled sharply. “Yes, Sara. I’ll show them to you if you’d like. But none of them compare to the look on your face when I’m inside you. Or when you’re doing something you know you shouldn’t. I wouldn’t mind capturing that for posterity.”
    Dean wanted to take photographs of her? “Oh.”
    He laughed. “So much curiosity and excitement packed into one little word. You asked what her fantasy was, Tracy? One of them is to be thoroughly taken and made to come while someone is watching. And it is a