Page 109 of If You Give a CEO a Chance

Until now, we’ve been focused on our explosive sexual chemistry, and she’s been reluctant to define our relationship. I can understand why. She’s been hurt in the past—by her ex, her grandmother, and even me, and is always waiting for the other shoe to drop.

In spite of that, she’s become a pillar of strength, learning to navigate life on her own. Now that true happiness is within her reach, I think she’s scared that it could all disappear in an instant. I thought avoiding the conversation to give her space to figure out what she wanted was the right call. But in the process, I’ve failed to communicate my intentions, which I believe has contributed to her doubts about our future.

My dad stands up, setting his empty glass on my desk. “Looks like you have a lot to think about,” he says, heading for the door. “I’m going to head out. Your mom is expecting me home tonight, but if you need anything, call me.”

“Hey, Dad?”

“Yeah?”

“Did Mom send you to New York to talk to me?”

I wouldn’t put it past her to have him fly out just to talk some sense into me. She was over the moon when she found out Fallon was in Aspen Grove with me this past weekend—odds are, she’s planning our wedding as we speak.

The idea of making Fallon mine in every way is appealing, but there’s no rush. After everything we’ve been through, I want to cherish every moment with her, and when the time is right, I’ll make it official.

Dad shrugs. “Where did you get that idea? My schedule was free, so I decided to pay my son a visit. There’s nothing more to it.” A smirk tugs at his lips. “And if there were a piece of truth to that, you should consider yourself lucky to have a mother who will go to any lengths to ensure your happiness.”

“I love you, Dad. I’m glad you stopped by.”

“Love you too, son,” he says before leaving my office, closing the door behind him.

I glance at my watch to see that it’s only 4:00 p.m. It’s still early, but there’s no use pretending I’ll be able to concentrate on work now. Not with Fallon waiting for me at home. My dad was right. I have to tell her exactly what I want—I just hope she wants it too.

When I get home, Fallon is seated at the counter in the kitchen, editing a photo of grilled salmon and asparagus on her laptop. Cat lies at her feet, eyeing me warily. Fallon’s his favorite person in this house, and it’s a relief to know that if a burglar ever got into the penthouse, Cat would take them out before they even reached the hallway.

Fallon glances over, smiling at me. Her hair falls in waves to her shoulders, and her eyes sparkle with warmth. She’s breathtaking.

I stride over, sliding my arm around her, drawing her in for a kiss. “I missed you today.”

“I missed you too. You’re home early.”

“Am I interrupting?” I nod toward her laptop. “I can always go back to the office,” I tease.

She tugs me down for another kiss. “Not a chance. You’re stuck with Cat and me the rest of the night.”

There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.

“You should have told me you’d be back sooner. I put a casserole in the oven, but it won’t be ready for another thirty minutes.”

“Guess we’ll just have to find a way to pass the time.” I tug on my tie, loosening it from my neck.

“I can think of something we could do.” Fallon closes her laptop and gets out of her chair, carefully stepping around Cat as she heads toward her bedroom.

“Where are you going?”

She stops, glancing back at me. “Going somewhere topass the time. Come on, hotshot.”

Her confidence is magnetic, and I’m hooked on her as much as she is on me.

I was planning to talk about our future, but that can wait until tomorrow. Right now, I want to lose myself in her—one night to worship her and to show her just how much she means to me. I’m prepared to do whatever it takes to earn another chance with her because she has my heart, and I’m ready to give her the love she’s always deserved.

Fallon stands by the bed, her gaze unwavering as she slides off her shorts, kicking them off to the side. Next to go are her panties. She shimmies them past her hips, far enough for me to see her pussy. As she pulls them off, I approach her, wrapping my hand around hers. I take the panties, stuffing them inside my pant pocket.

“You have an unhealthy obsession with my underwear, don’t you?”

“No, trouble. I have an obsession withyou.”

I tug off her hoodie, noticing that she’s bare underneath, her full breasts on display. “Damn, these are perfect,” I murmur, bending down to eagerly suck a nipple into my mouth, biting down on the soft flesh just the way I know she likes.

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