Page 41 of If You Give a CEO a Chance

I’ve kept my temper in check, doing my best to stay patient whenever he creates another mess, but Harrison’s so-called prank messing with my cooking is the final straw.

I don’t bother trying to clean Cat’s tail before marching out of the kitchen, my determined footsteps echoing all the way to Harrison’s office, looking for the perfect payback.

“Off-limits, my ass,” I mumble, pushing open the door with more force than necessary.

I peek my head inside, my eyes immediately landing on the glass-top desk paired with an ergonomic chair. The desk itself is sparse, with only a monitor, notebook, and pen. On the wall behind his desk is a single photo of Stafford Holdings’ Michigan headquarters, according to the nameplate below it.

At first glance, it’s just another cold and impersonal space, matching the sterile vibes of the penthouse. It’s apparent that Harrison doesn’t like things that don’t serve a purpose or that disrupt his desire for order.

That’s why I’m perplexed when I glance over to the far side of the room where a custom display case has been built, designedto mimic a hockey rink’s boards. It has built-in lighting, showcasing rows of sticks and several pairs of skates hanging from metal hooks.

Intrigued, my feet carry me farther into the room toward the display. On closer inspection, I notice several shelves filled with photos, signed pucks, and a collection of limited-edition hockey cards. The last thing I notice is a familiar jersey framed on the wall, triggering another memory of my weekend with Harrison.

I track his every move as he strides toward the bed, pausing to tug off his jeans and boxers. My throat goes dry as he crawls onto the bed next to me.

“God, you’re so damn sexy,” he murmurs reverently, his eyes raking over my naked body as I lie wanton on the bed.

My breath hitches as he teasingly traces his thumb around one of my nipples, his gaze never leaving mine.

I thread my fingers through his hair, tugging him closer. “I want your mouth on me. Now,” I demand.

He smirks, bending to kiss the valley between my breasts, and I let out a low hiss when he flicks one of my nipples with his tongue. The small bud hardens at his touch, and he greedily wraps his mouth around it, biting down on the soft flesh.

“Don’t stop,” I cry out.

My nails sink into his scalp, my moans growing louder while he alternates between licking and biting my breasts, the fine line between pain and pleasure blurring as the sensations send me into a dizzying frenzy. I let out a pleading whine, trying to draw him back when he pulls away.

He chuckles, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “Relax, beautiful, we’re not stopping until morning,” he vows with conviction.

“I’m holding you to that,” I tease.

A wave of heat spreads through me like wildfire as he sinks two fingers inside my tight heat.

“Fuck. You’re so wet. I can’t wait to be inside you.”

“Not before you give me an orgasm with your fingers,” I say with a smirk.

He slowly drags his tongue along the column of my neck as he adds a third finger, causing a strangled moan to pass my lips.

“Are you going to come on my hand like a good girl?” he whispers.

I nod, unable to speak.

My body coils tighter with each plunge of his fingers, and my back arching off the bed when he flicks my clit with this thumb, causing me to shatter around his hand. My head falls back on the pillow as I let out a cry of pleasure and plummet off the precipice.

I take a deep breath to steady my racing heart, a goofy smile spreading across my face.

Holy shit, this man is a god in bed. I don’t think I’ve ever orgasmed so hard in my life.

“A god, huh?” Harrison grins, leaning down to tuck a stray piece of hair behind my ear.

I groan inwardly as I blink up at him, mortified. “Did I just say that out loud?”

Harrison’s eyes crinkle with amusement. “Yeah, but no takebacks.”

When my stomach rumbles he chuckles. “Let’s order you something to eat—you’ll need your energy for what I have planned,” he adds.

Absentmindedly, I trace my fingers along his jawline, the stubble grazing my fingertips. “That’s a good idea. After all, you promised we’d go all night.”

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