Page 76 of If You Give a CEO a Chance

“Likewise,” he taunts. “Now move the vibrator to your clit.”

Thank god.

I pull the device from my entrance and press it against my clit, my muscles taut with the prospect of a climax.

“You’ll look at me when you come,” Harrison states, and my gaze instinctively meets his. “Imagine I’m kneeling before you, my hands gripping your thighs.” The pace of my breathing picks up when I turn up the speed of the vibrator. “I’m licking your pussy with my tongue as I play with those pretty little nipples of yours, squeezing them so damn hard.” He tightens his grip on his cock as he watches me rub the device over my clit in frantic strokes. “I’d make you writhe beneath me, begging until your voice was hoarse, and only then would I allow you to fall over the edge.”

“Oh god, Harrison,” I cry out.

“That’s it, baby,” he croons, his chocolate-brown eyes ablaze with heat. “Come for me.”

I put more pressure on my clit, and with my other hand, I pinch my nipple hard. My back arches off the bed as I chase my release.

“Fuck Fallon, those noises you make are my undoing,” Harrison pants.

He finds his own frenzied release with my panties wrapped around his cock, pumping it roughly. Watching him sends me over the edge, our mingled moans filling the room.

My body is simmering with a lustful haze, and I feel like I’m floating, suspended on a cloud of pleasure. The lingering aftershocks bring a smile to my face as my head falls back on the pillow to catch my breath.

I look over to find Harrison wiping his cock with my panties, tossing them into the hamper in the corner. He crawls onto the bed, lying down next to me, and slides his arm down my hip, pulling me into his side. “That was fucking incredible, trouble.”

I tilt my head, running my finger along his lips. “It was nice.” I shrug.

Fucking incredible actually.

He arches a brow. “Based on the wet spot on my comforter, I’d say that was more thannice.”

Heat rises to my cheeks as I glance down at the evidence, not ready to admit it out loud.

After we lay a clean blanket on the bed, I relax into his protective arms as they tighten around me, overcome by a sense of belonging, like this is where I was always meant to be. Cared for and worshipped by a man who makes me feel cherished in ways I’ve never experienced before.

As Harrison runs his fingers through my hair, I’m reminded of just how long I’ve gone without affection. Being on my own has never been easy, and right now, I just want to believe even for a moment that this could be real.

But that’s also when the fear creeps in, remembering what happened the last time I let my guard down. The threat of getting hurt again has me retreating behind my walls, desperate to shield myself from the vulnerability I’m not ready to face. A knot of panic coils in my stomach, its tendrils spreading until my hands tremble. I clench my fists, refusing to let Harrison catch a glimpse of the chaos swirling inside me.

Reluctantly, I slide out of Harrison’s arms, easing off the bed.

He sits up, watching me. “Where are you going?” His voice carries a hint of confusion.

“It’s late. I better get back to my room since I have to be up earlier to prep breakfast in the morning.” I grab the vibrator and bend down to get my discarded bra off the floor and bolt for the door. “Thanks for the orgasm, Harrison,” I call over my shoulder as I exit the room, shutting the door behind me before he can ask me any more questions.

I slump against the wall, breathing in deep. The walls I’ve built around my heart are now so fragile, and I’m afraid even the smallest crack could shatter them completely.

Then again, is that really such a bad thing?

The past few days have been chaotic. Between year-end reports and new project proposals, I’ve been buried in paperwork. Fallon has also been busy with several catering events through the New Year. When she has been at the apartment, she’s gone back to tiptoeing around me and stays in the kitchen, leaving my meals in the dining room like she used to.

I miss her.

The truth of the matter is I’ve believed a lie for the past ten years, and it shakes me to my core. Fallon never ghosted me like I thought, and when she came back into my life, I allowed my anger to control the narrative and distort how I perceived her. My biggest regret isn’t addressing the problem sooner.

Now that my eyes have been opened, I see Fallon for who she truly is: fierce, loyal, and generous, with dreams as bold as her spirit. She won’t stand down to anyone, not even me. I’ve admired that about her from the day we met.

Living under the same roof is becoming more complicated by the day. It took every ounce of restraint to let her leave after witnessing her come undone under my direction, and every night since, I’ve gotten myself off to the image of her writhing on my bed with her lips parted and hand between her legs. While I want to respect her boundaries and not rush her into anything, that doesn’t mean I’m willing to stand idly by while she continues to put distance between us.

I carry the dishes from my breakfast into the kitchen, where Fallon is stirring something on the stove.

She glances over as I approach. “I could have gotten those.”

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