Page 97 of If You Give a CEO a Chance

“Chocolate-dipped strawberries and homemade chocolate bars. I wanted to make something special for Lola’s birthday.” The microwave beeps and Fallon moves over to take out a bowl of melted milk chocolate. She stirs it with a spoon before bringing it over to the counter. “Last night, your mom showed me how to place an online order at Main Street Market, and it was delivered this morning. Didn’t think that would be an option in a small town.”

“I’m glad you were able to get what you need. I really appreciate you taking care of me last night. I wanted it to be a romantic night out, and it turned out to be anything but.”

She turns to me, running a hand along my five o’clock shadow, and kisses me. “I’m just glad I got to spend it with you.”

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you liked me, trouble,” I tease and she squeals when I lift her up, setting her on the countertop.

“We can’t have that, now, can we?” she taunts.

My cock stirs when she wraps her legs around my waist and tugs me flush with her body. I lean in, grazing my teeth along her earlobe, enjoying the way she melts into my touch, as she lets out a shaky breath. I glance down at her full breasts peeking out of her tank top, and my mouth salivates for something sweet.

An idea comes to mind as I reach for the bowl of chocolate and strawberries.

“I’ve been thinking. You’re a chef, but we haven’t taken full advantage of that fact,” I drawl.

Fallon eyes me suspiciously as I take a strawberry from the bowl and slowly dip it in the melted chocolate, twisting it around to cover the whole thing. I lift it to her mouth, holding my hand underneath to keep it from dripping.

“Have a taste, baby.”

She parts her lips, and takes a bite. Her eyes flutter closed as she savors the sweetness.

“See, I have this roommate who’s hot as fuck when she struts around the kitchen in her shorts and tank top, and I can’t get enough of watching her hips sway as she cooks.”

Fallon opens her eyes as I gently wipe a smudge of chocolate from her bottom lip, bringing my finger to my mouth to suck it off.

“Delicious,” I say, my gaze locked on Fallon. “I have this fantasy involving strawberries, chocolate and you naked.”

The corners of her mouth twitch, her blue eyes glinting with amusement. “Show me.”

Damn, she’s so fucking sexy.

“Take off your shirt,” I instruct, my voice low.

I set the strawberry on the counter next to her, waiting to see what she’ll do next. I’m half expecting her to mess with me, so I’m captivated when Fallon shoots me a mischievous grin as she slowly pulls her tank top off, teasing me with a glimpse of her purple lace bra. When she reaches behind her, I place my hand on her shoulder to stop her.

“Let me help,” I state, leaving no room for discussion.

I lean forward to kiss the swells of her breasts, and she shivers, a trail of goose bumps scattering across her arms at my touch. With ease, I unclasp her bra, letting it fall to the ground. Her plump breasts are sexy as fuck, and I bend down to greedily take one of her rosy nipples in my mouth, grazing it with my teeth and pinching the other nipple between my fingers.

“Oh, god,” Fallon moans, sending a jolt of pleasure to my dick.

Foreplay is one of my favorite parts about sex with her. She’s so damn responsive and likes a little pain with her pleasure. She lifts her hips when I tap on her thigh, and I keep my gaze pinned on her as I drag down her shorts and blue panties, tossing them to the side.

“You’re so pretty,” I say reverently.

“You have too many clothes on,” she pouts.

“Well, in that case.” I tug off my T-shirt and toss it on the ground.

When I look over at Fallon, her eyes are wide, and she’s licking her lips. “You’re very pretty too.”

She drags her finger along my abs, following the curve of my waistband. She nibbles on her lower lip as she watches me pull down and step out of my pants and boxers, revealing my cock proudly jutting out, pre-cum leaking from the tip. A testament to the chokehold Fallon has on me.

She isn’t the only one affected by this little game.

“Do you trust me?” I ask.

There’s a beat of silence before she runs a hand along my arm, giving me a warm smile. “Yes, I do.”

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