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

decide.”
    Dean groaned, his attention firmly focused on her assets. “Rules? You want to talk to me about rules with that kind of distraction?”
    “You’ll like them, I think.”
    “I love them.”
    “The rules, Mr. Warren,” she chided playfully. “For one month, instead of me vacationing on a sandy beach and downing umbrella drinks until I fall for the first Casanova in a Speedo with a good line, I stay here at home. We share our sexual fantasies with each other the way we did last night, no holding back, and we take turns making them a reality.”
    He didn’t respond right away so she kept talking. “Before you start to worry about the fine print, I don’t want anything but your body.” She winced. “That came out wrong. I mean there’s no need for getting-to-know-you dates or wooing. I have no desire to go to any red carpet premieres, charity balls or fancy cocktail parties—unless you have a fantasy related to that. And, though it’s delicious, I don’t expect breakfast ala Franco every day, trips to Venice or diamonds. I’m more a pizza and beer at the park kind of girl. And when the month is over, I won’t even expect a thank-you card, so you don’t have to be concerned about unwelcome attachments.”
    Sara had to admit to a certain amount of trepidation. He wanted her—after last night and this morning there was no way she could doubt it. It was a wonderful adrenaline rush, a dream come miraculously true, but did he want her enough to give her a whole month? What if her bold proposal sent him running in the opposite direction instead of seeing it the way she’d thought he might last night—like a welcome relief from constant expectations?
    She had to try. She could always go to the Caribbean. How many opportunities did a girl have to live out every naughty daydream she’d ever had with the starring attraction himself?
    “Just to be clear…” Dean lifted his coffee cup to his lips and took a drink before continuing, “You don’t want me to take you out or buy you things. You don’t want romance or commitment. You want to spend your fun-fund vacation fulfilling my every debauched, depraved fantasy, in between you using my body like your own personal ride at Warrenland. Have I got that right, Ms. Charles?”
    She tried to hide her smile. “That about sums it up, Mr. Warren.”
    “You’re doing it again you know.”
    Her eyes widened. “What?”
    “Saying exactly what I want to hear,” he said softly, his gaze rising to her lips. “What are your limits?”
    Her smiled disappeared. “What do you mean?”
    Dean leaned back in his chair, breakfast forgotten. “I’ll give you a few examples. If my fantasy involved tying your wrists to my bed so I could enjoy your body without distraction, or taking you to one of those premiers you say we don’t have to go to and ordering you not to make a sound while I touched you in the dark. If I craved sex in public, having you ride me in the dark corner of a crowded nightclub, or taking you home and spanking your ass and pussy until you came, etcetera. Do you want to set limits? Are there things you have no desire to do?”
    Sara bit her lip, feeling the air conditioning brush against her sensitive nipples. All of those sounded…
    Exciting. Arousing. Forbidden.
    She aimed for nonchalant, even though she was squirming in her seat a little impatiently. “We’ll add a rule that if either one of us has a fantasy we don’t want to fulfill, we can say no and move on to the next one.”
    Dean grinned. “Don’t want to or can’t feasibly do without endangering ourselves. For example, I would say my first fantasy is that you go topless for every meal, but we’d both die of hunger and you’d never get any dessert.”
    “Do you want me to cover up?”
    “Now?” He lowered his gaze to her nipples again. “Don’t you dare. You’ve definitely aroused my interest. Your offer is generous and sounds too good to be true. Something I believe in as