Page 98 of If You Give a CEO a Chance

I sigh in relief, returning her smile. After all we’ve been through, earning her trust is a privilege I’ll never take for granted. She’s claimed me—and I’d do anything for her. I lean over and grab a clean kitchen towel out of the drawer and gently brush away a few stray hairs from Fallon’s face.

“I’m going to blindfold you. Alright?”

“But then I don’t get to see you,” she frowns, glancing at my abs.

I bring her hands to my chest. “For a few minutes, I want you to focus on what youfeel, and if that’s my abs, I won’t complain,” I say, my lips curving upward.

She runs her fingers slowly down my stomach, mapping the contours of each muscle. “You should be grateful I’m so easily distracted.” She laughs softly.

I fold the towel and wrap it around her head, tying a knot at the back. Her breathing is shallow and I take her hand in mine, kissing her fingertips. There’s something intoxicating about having this woman’s irrevocable trust and at my mercy, leaving me feeling both powerful and humbled.

I gaze at Fallon with an insatiable hunger I can’t contain. “This might be warm,” I warn.

She nods slightly as I grab the strawberry I set aside earlier and dip it into the melted chocolate again. Thankfully, there’s another bag of chocolate on the kitchen table that she can use for Lola’s desserts, since I’ve claimed this batch for a more pressing need.

Fallon gasps when the tip of the strawberry connects with her supple breast, shivering underneath my touch. I glide it in swirling motions, covering her nipple in melted chocolate and stroking back and forth in a teasing fashion, watching it grow taut under my ministrations.

I lower the strawberry back in the chocolate and draw wavy lines on her other breast, slowly dragging the piece of fruit along the sides. I furrow my brow in concentration as I move across her chest, creating a trail of chocolate to her lips.

I press the fruit to her mouth. “Suck,” I demand, groaning when she does as I ask, and strawberry juice trickles down her chin.

Unable to control my temptation, I lean forward and lick it off, eliciting a moan from Fallon. I continue my exploration as I trail my tongue down her chest and across her left breast, cleaning the chocolate from her skin.

“You taste so damn good, baby,” I murmur.

She has one hand propped on the counter, while her other hand is draped around my neck.

My tongue continues to lavish her breast as I place one hand on her hip,and with the other I tease her pussy, noting how wet she is after playing. Slowly I sink one and then two fingersinside her pussy, the crude sound of her arousal is music to my ears as she shamelessly grinds against my palm. “Oh, fuck, Harrison.”

“Damn, you’re fucking drenched.” I lower my mouth to her ear. “You have no idea how much pleasuring you turns me on. I live for those little whimpers out of that sweet mouth and the way your hips buck every time I curl my tongue around your clit. When you squeeze your knees around my head, I know you’re close to coming, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen or felt in my life.”

She whimpers, unable to find her voice.

I pump my fingers in and out in a steady rhythm while massaging her clit in languid circles.

“You’re such a greedy little thing,” I goad her. “When you come, it’ll be around my dick.”

I remove Fallon’s blindfold, and she blinks up at me. Her eyes glistening.

“Are you alright, trouble?”

“Yeah. I’m looking forward to seeing what creative things you can do with other fruits,” she says, a satisfied smile on her lips.

“My little chef likes food play. We’re not done until I’ve fucked that perfect pussy of yours.” I take hold of my cock, sliding it around her entrance, coating myself in her arousal.

She inhales deeply when I line myself up at her entrance, impaling her in a single thrust. I stroke my hand through her hair, giving her a moment to adjust. When I gaze down at us joined together, my breathing picks up, loving the fact that she’s stuffed full of my dick.

Fallon molds her mouth to mine, and I caress her cheek, deepening our kiss. Something spurs me on as if we’re in a race against the clock as I pick up my pace, letting go of my last ounce of self-control. With every thrust, I feel her clench around me, only intensifying how fucking good she feels.

My senses become heightened, and I’m acutely aware of her sweet groans as she ascends further into her bliss. Her fingernails sink into my skin, clinging to me as if I’m the only thing keeping her grounded.

“I’m so close,” she pants.

I slant my mouth across hers, kissing her fervently as I buck my hips, picking up my pace. All rational thinking is gone as the primal sound of flesh slapping against flesh resonates in the air. Fallon’s eyes glaze over as she flies higher into oblivion, digging her fingernails into the nape of my neck, and I relish the flash of pain.

We kiss roughly and I’m aware of the faint, metallic taste of blood when she bites down hard on my lip. It sends my release barreling forward like a freight train, and I reach between us, moving my thumb in circles against her clit until she’s writhing beneath me, chasing her release.

“Scream for me, baby,” I encourage her. “There’s no one here but us.”

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