Page 88 of If You Give a CEO a Chance

I groan when I find her dripping for me. I pick up the vibrator, gripping it firmly in my hand and slowly push it inside her tight cunt. It’s not nearly as big as my cock, but she moans at the welcome intrusion, regardless. A soft hum buzzes through the air when I turn the device on, her body jolting slightly.

God, I’m mesmerized by the way Fallon’s body moves beneath mine. The way she responds so greedily to my every touch makes me want to draw out every ounce of passion from her and awaken her deepest desires. Like she’s done to me.

Before her, I was on autopilot—emotionally detached and lost in my routine. She taught me how to have fun again, and now, I live for the moments I share with her.

I pull the vibrator out, increasing the setting, and move it to Fallon’s clit, eliciting a loud moan. She quivers as I bite down on her breast while teasing her with the device. She’s hanging on by sheer determination, sweat dripping from her brow, and it’s euphoric, knowing it’s caused by my hand. When I turn the vibrator onto the max setting, my name falls from Fallon’s lips.

My cock is as solid as granite, aching to be inside her as I watch her fly higher with each passing second. When her eyes fall shut, signaling she’s close to an orgasm, I toss the vibrator on the bed. I take hold of my shaft, guiding the tip into her perfect pussy, hissing as she clenches around me.

“Don’t worry, baby, you can take me,” I say, leaning down, to kiss her forehead.

Once I’m fully seated, I grip her waist as I move in a steady rhythm, and she eagerly meets me, thrust for thrust.

God, I was an idiot allowing assumptions to get in the way of being with Fallon. There’s no denying that I’m powerless against this woman, and I’m basking in the gratification of claiming her.

I look down to where our bodies join. “Damn, Fallon, you feel so good. You were made for my cock, weren’t you?”

“Less talking, more fucking,” she scolds, her nails digging into the comforter.

There’s nothing sexier than when she tries to call the shots. The push and pull is its own form of foreplay, a constant tug-of-war that fuels the fire between us until surrender is inevitable.

My tongue dances along the seam of her lips, groaning when she opens her mouth to let me in. I seal my mouth over hers in a possessive kiss, the taste of us on my tongue. She moans against my lips when I pick up my pace, driving into her hard.

“You almost there, beautiful?” I ask as she clings to me.

“God, yes,” she mewls.

I reach down and roll her clit with my thumb and forefinger, and soon we’re both barreling toward release. I roar as uninhibited pleasure surges through me at the beautiful sight of Fallon unraveling.

I hold her tight as we ride out our orgasms together and nuzzle my nose into her neck, inhaling the scent of frosting as I ease out of her, not wanting to cause her any pain. I stifle another groan as I watch our mixed cum drip onto her thigh.

“I’ll be right back,” I say with a kiss to her temple.

After grabbing a washcloth from the bathroom, I come back to clean Fallon up before wiping myself off. I toss the towel into the dirty laundry and climb back into bed, drawing her into my embrace. She rests her head against my chest, and I gently pushher hair back, wanting to see her face. She has a soft smile on her lips, revealing her dimples, while her half-lidded eyes drift closed as she nestles closer.

Silence lingers between us as we lie wrapped in each other’s arms, and Fallon might not know it yet but she’s mine now, and I’m never letting her go.

Iwake to the sunlight streaming through the windows, and a quick look at the clock shows it’s past seven, much later than my usual 5:00 a.m. wake-up time. It must be due to barely getting any sleep last night. Pampering Fallon in the shower by washing her hair and body led to another round of sex. Afterward, I carried her back to her bedroom and fucked her doggy-style on the already crumpled sheets. My hand gripped firmly in her hair, the curve of her back on display as I drove into her, leaving imprints of my teeth on her neck and shoulder. She’s insatiable—and thankfully, so am I. We’ve missed out on too much already, and I refuse to waste another minute.

When we finally collapsed from exhaustion, I held her in my arms and watched as she drifted off to sleep. Nothing feels more right than holding her close, and it reminds me why I was captivated with her from the start. She quiets the storm in my head, making everything else fade into the background.

As much as I want to pursue a relationship with Fallon, there’s a real possibility she doesn’t want the same thing. For all I know, she could consider this a temporary fling, or something to pass the time until her next big adventure.

I push aside my restless thoughts and concentrate on the present. When I roll over to her side of the bed, I panic when I find it empty.

What the hell?

My mind races as I climb out of bed, panic clawing at my chest when I find the bathroom empty. I’m brought back to ten years ago when I thought she had ghosted me, and the hollow ache I felt when I never heard from her. A reminder of the past decade that I had to live without her.

It makes me think how hurt Fallon must have been when she woke up and discovered I was gone, with no explanation. At least today, I know she couldn’t have gone far—or so I hope.

My anxiety builds with every step, and when I get to the kitchen, only to find it empty. My irrational fears suffocate me, making me think about what it might mean to lose Fallon, and how everything could come crashing down in an instant.

Where could she have gone?

“Looking for me?” I spin around when I hear her melodic voice.

She’s in my T-shirt from last night and looks fucking edible. Where I once found her choice of clothing bothersome, it now only adds to her allure, especially when she’s in my clothes.

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