Page 85 of If You Give a CEO a Chance

I maneuver around Cat to get a container of homemade salmon delight from the fridge and scoop some into a bowl.

“If you want to be his favorite, you’ll have to learn to make his favorite meals.” I set the food in the corner where Cat prefers to eat. “I’m sure Cat will appreciate his climbing post when he tries it though. It was a nice gesture.”

Harrison follows me over to the counter. “I didn’t do it for him.” Heat rushes my cheeks, as he closes the distance between us. “I did it for you.”

“Why?”

“Cat means a lot to you, so he’s staying. Which means he and I have to find a way to coexist, and part of that is keeping him away from the new couch we’re getting. I’ve instructed Cabrina to send you options on Monday.”

“This is your apartment. You should choose.”

Harrison reaches out to stroke my cheek. “You live here too, so your opinion matters just as much as mine. I want this place to feel like your home.”

I’m caught off guard by his sentiment. “The first month I was here, you were hell-bent on resisting any changes I made to the place.”

It’s a complete shift from how he’s now going out of his way to make me comfortable. I could be bitter about the change, but the truth is his effort hasn’t gone unnoticed.

“Have you forgotten that during that time, you transformed my living room into a jungle and buried my bed under a mountain of pillows?”

“Yep, and you wouldn’t have it any other way,” I say playfully.

“You’re right about that,” he remarks with a smile.

I scoop a generous dollop of frosting with a spoon and bring it to my mouth. I close my eyes and slowly swirl my tongue around the sweet cream, a soft groan passing my lips.

“Wow, that’s good,” I note quietly.

I experimented with a new recipe, adding a touch of lemon juice to brighten the flavor without overpowering it. This addition is a keeper.

I open my eyes to find Harrison’s heated gaze on my mouth.

“Want to try some?”

He nods obediently.

I swipe another dab of frosting with my finger and hold it out to him.

Harrison takes hold of my wrist, leaning forward to suck my finger into his mouth, his gaze never leaving mine. Heat rushes through me when I feel the warmth of his mouth, and his affectionate words send a shiver down my spine. Damn, this man has me at his mercy, and it’s hard to find a reason not togive in. Especially when I know he’ll worship me in bed and give me countless orgasms.

Which might explain why I don’t pull away when he gently grips the base of my neck and moves forward to brush his nose against mine. His touch is soft, almost reverent, as if he’s imprinting this moment in his memory.

“This is so damn sweet, but I’ve tasted sweeter,” he murmurs.

A whimper escapes me when he tilts my head to nip at my bottom lip, trailing his tongue along the seam before sealing his mouth to mine. The kiss triggers an inferno within me, and I grip his shoulder with one hand, and my other trails down his chest, landing against his sweats. A guttural groan passes his lips when I move my fingers in a circular motion, tracing the outline of his cock in teasing strokes. My teeth graze my lower lip as I look up at Harrison, my eyes wide.

“I forgot just how big you are,” I say, my tone sultry.

“If you keepsaying things like that, I’m half liable to throw you over my shoulder and remind you whatI can do with it.”

“I’m not so sure, hotshot. You’re constantly working, so you might be a little rusty.”

He flashes me a cheeky smile before bending down, and before I can react, he lifts me over his shoulder, striding toward my bedroom.

“What’s gotten into you?”

“It’s about damn time I make you mine.”

No more waiting.

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