Page 110 of If You Give a CEO a Chance

“Oh, god,” Fallon cries out as I lavish her breasts with attention. “Harrison, I want you inside me. Now.”

I lean forward, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Lie down on the mattress.”

She does as I ask, her chest heaving as she glances over, waiting for me to join her. I take a moment to appreciate what’s in front of me, committing every detail to memory—the way her blonde hair spreads around her head like a halo, her dimples deepen as she smiles, and the soft curve of her waist. The universe must be on my side bringing Fallon back into my life.

Unable to stay away a second longer, I take off my suit and tie in record speed. When I get to my boxers, I pull them down, and my rigid cock springs free. Fallon keeps her eyes glued to mine as I get on the bed and crawl up her body, settling between her thighs.

I glance down at her heaving chest, tracing her nipple with my finger. She whimpers when I move to her other breast, this time lightly pinching the nipple, watching it pebble under my touch.

“I love your hands on me,” she pants.

“I’ll never get enough of you.”

Her gaze holds me captive, as though she’s unraveling every hidden part of me, seeing me in a way no one else can. I cup her cheek, gently tipping her face up with my thumb. Our mingling breathing is the only sound in the room as I brush my lips over hers, earning a soft groan. My touch is slow and tentative, a promise of what’s to come. I pour my unspoken words into every kiss, saying more than I could ever articulate.

I trail my hand down her chest until I get to her stomach, mapping patterns with the pad of my finger. Drawing lower, her breath hitches when I reach the apex of her thighs.

“Harrison,” she moans, begging for more.

I lock eyes with her as I line up my cock with her entrance. Slowly, I work my hand up and down my shaft as I push in slowly. The feel of her clenching around me has me letting out a low groan.

She gasps when I pull out, then push back in deeper.

I press a kiss on her nose. “Relax for me, beautiful. I’m not all the way in yet.” I claim her mouth with mine, relishing in her soft sighs as I ease the rest of the way in.

Once fully seated, I intertwine our fingers, and stretch her arms above her head. A sense of calm washes over me, paired with a fierce need to claim her as mine andshowher the effectshe has on me. My energy is focused on moving slowly, wanting to savor every second inside her.

I lean down, brushing my tongue against her lips before slipping it inside her mouth, coaxing out a breathy sigh. Fallon’s fingernails dig into my palms, the sensation sending a spark of electricity through me.

“I need more,” she pants out, writhing beneath me.

“I know, baby, but I need to take it slow this time.”

She looks up at me with those big blue eyes as I angle my hips in short, deep thrusts. Her desire is magnetic, pleading for release.God, she’s so wet and warm, making me wish I could stay here forever.

Unable to deny her any longer, my free hand moves to her clit, exploring different strokes until her body goes taut. She arches off the bed, squeezing my hand that’s still holding hers above the bed. I match her grip, silently telling her I’m caught up in this moment as much as she is.

I watch in awe as she cries out, tumbling into a free fall. She’s never been more beautiful than in this moment, sending me barreling toward my own release. I capture her mouth with mine, craving to be connected in every possible way.

I lean down, resting my forehead against hers, trying to catch my breath. When I glance at her, the tension is wrung from her body, a thin sheen of sweat covering her breasts. My heart is still racing after what just felt like an out-of-body experience.

Fallon gives me a sated smile as I lower myself beside her, wrapping an arm around her waist. She instinctively curls into me, resting her head on my chest, and I kiss into her damp hair. She tips her head, bringing her soft lips to mine.

“I need you in my bed tonight,” I murmur.

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

I’m gripped with anxiety the moment I wake up. I had every intention of talking to Harrison about Theo’s offer last night, but that plan vanished when he walked through the door. Nothing seemed more important than being held in his arms, and what we shared last night was confirmation that I want this to last forever.

My worry is that if we make things official, I’ll get too comfortable and lose sight of my ambitions. What if I wake up years from now realizing that I never chased the goals I set for myself and worked so hard to achieve? And then there’s the challenge of balancing work and personal life. I don’t want my role as Harrison’s private chef to define us. What we have is rare, and I want him to know that I’m in this for the right reasons.

Harrison is on a conference call in his home office when I get out of bed.

After I check on Cat, who’s perched in his climbing post, I head down to the lobby to chat with Walter. It’s early enough to avoid the morning rush of residents heading to work.

He’s at his desk, smiling when he sees me. “Good morning, Miss Fallon. What brings you down here so early? Expecting a delivery?”

I lift the bag in my hand. “I made banana bread last night and wanted to bring you a loaf.”

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