Page 82 of If You Give a CEO a Chance

“How much?” I murmur, gripping his hair and giving it a tug.

His brown eyes glow with intensity, sending heat down my spine. “So damn much, it hurts.”

My pulse quickens, a flicker of challenge lighting up my eyes. “Beg.”

I’m not sure what drives my brazen command, but his raw need makes me want to push him further. He’s been acting like he’s been in charge since I moved in, but now it’s time to turn the tables.

Part of moving forward is learning to let go of the negative emotions tied to his resentment toward me. I’m done pretending that his presence doesn’t make me ache for him, longing to be held in his arms.

That doesn’t mean I can’t make him work for it.

“Beg,” I repeat firmly.

He leans in closer until our noses brush. “I want you. From the moment I crashed into you and that tray of champagne, I’ve wanted you—every damn inch. Please, trouble.”

I grip the collar of his shirt, flicking my tongue along the seam of his mouth.

“Please what?” I ask with a raised brow.

“Let me lick that sweet cunt of yours until you come,” he begs, his eyes searching mine for an answer.

I gaze at him with a sly smile. “You’re welcome to try, but I’m not sure you’re up for it. Directing me is one thing, but doing the work yourself is another.”

We both know that’s bullshit. He has an incredibly skilled tongue. It’s something I remember vividly from our weekend together.

“You’re playing with fire,” he warns, kissing along my collarbone. “Don’t worry. I’m more than ready to get burned if it means pleasing you.”

I gasp when he drops to his knees, pushing the chair aside. He gently lifts my right foot, and I place my hands on his shoulders for balance. His lips graze the inside of my leg; his slow, deliberate movements heighten the anticipation as he removes my shoe and sock. He repeats the same with my left foot, the cool air against my exposed skin sending a wave of goose bumps across my skin.

“I rather like you on your knees,” I say with a smug grin.

“Careful, baby. You may be calling the shots, but don’t forget I’m about to have total control over your pleasure.”

Harrison taps my hips and I lift up so he can tug down my pants and underwear, carefully sliding them down my legs and discarding them on the chair.

He hikes my leg over his shoulder again, giving him an unobstructed view of my pussy. I wait with bated breath as he plants a kiss on my knee. His stubble rubs against my skin as he moves up my thigh, my legs quaking with anticipation when he reaches my apex.

My breath hitches when he leans forward to press his nose against my core, inhaling deeply.

“God, your sweet scent is intoxicating.”

Harrison slowly licks along the seam of my pussy. Teasing me. I dig my fingers into the desk as tremors ripple through my body. After several tortuous strokes, he thrusts his tongue inside my opening, and I buck my hips, grinding against his face. He eagerly explores, alternating between licking my core and sucking my clit.

I’m already writhing beneath him when he adds his finger, the pressure building inside me, a shiver coursing through my veins. I weave my fingers through his hair, tugging just enough to make him groan.

“Damn, is this all for me?”

I whimper, unable to find my voice, when he inserts another finger. The fact that we’re in his office, where anyone could walk in, turns me on even more.

I lift my hooded gaze to meet his heated stare, gripping his hair tighter as he moves his fingers in and out of me at a rapid pace as his tongue teases my clit in short strokes.

I’m distracted by a low hum, my gaze shifting out the window overlooking the rink, where someone from the maintenance crew maneuvers the Zamboni across the ice. Several other staff members move through the stands, collecting trash left by fans.

“Does it turn you on knowing that anyone could look up to watch as I worship your perfect pussy?” Harrison croons.

“God, yes,” I moan.

I noticed earlier that the windows are made of one-sided glass, but it’s intoxicating to think someone could look in to find Harrison on his knees before me with his face buried between my legs.

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