Her CEO - Flora Ferrari Page 0,19

I own but I’ll only ever feel Alyson’s safe when she’s with me.

I plan to leave her alone just long enough to get breakfast ready, plus everybody needs a little privacy first thing, I’m guessing.

Running my hands down my abs I question the sanity of two cheat days in a row, but figure Alyson might not feel up to one of my gruesome green concoctions just yet.

Bacon, eggs and whole wheat toast. A favorite of mine and I tell myself I haven’t had it in ages anyway, so it’s a good choice.

I want to keep Alyson full of energy too, we’ll both need our strength with the days and nights ahead that I’m already planning in my mind, making the front of my robe tent, catching on the fridge door as I try to close it.

It makes me growl hungrily at the thought of her.

Cocking my head, I can hear distant but light splashing, and her sweet voice humming a satisfied tune, which warms my heart more than anything else could.

Except for her touch which reminds me to hustle with the breakfast, something I decide on impulse, can be served in the bath.

Why the fuck not?

There’s plenty of room in the bath and the large workstation that I sometimes use, the polished oak board that fits across the bath is a perfect breakfast table.

Alyson’s eyes are wide with delight, but they’re on me mostly.

“Oh, you didn’t!” she exclaims, clapping her hands softly in front of her as she shimmies up the tub.

“You’re getting in here too, I hope?” she asks and I let my robe fall open, showing her my answer as I grin with excitement.

Climbing in the tub behind her, feeling her warm, naked body against me as I slide down. My thick hardness already twitching, wanting to be inside her all over again. It’s hard to focus on breakfast.

Her moans and smacks of delight are a combination of good, simple food and us being so wonderfully close in the perfect temperature bath water.

“Oh…” she starts, licking her fingertips, which I stop her from doing, putting them to my mouth instead. “That fragrance you wear, whatever’s in the bath? Please tell me nobody else has it.”

I chuckle to myself, sucking her index finger long and hard before nibbling her neck.

“It’s a custom fragrance, our perfumer in France creates all our scents, but he’s also under contract to make things just for me… and for you,” I remind her, kissing her ear and feeling my heart soar as she sighs, leaning back into me.

“I thought we’d go shopping today, not too far though. The hotel has a mall. A little plaza of shops,” I muse aloud, tracing my hands over her back and slowly working them around to her front, groaning as I feel her ample chest stiffen in both my hands again.

Where it belongs.

“I’d go anywhere you were Eric. Do I need clothes right now though?” she asks, and I can feel her body start to shiver as I grin wider, feeling my hardness more than ready to enter her again.

It’s more like lunchtime by the time we make our way down to the plaza. A morning of satisfying my woman has left us both dreamily spent again, and after a quick freshen up in the shower, plus an annoying but urgent message from the office, I figure we’ll have to venture out.

“But only for a little bit,” I warn her, wanting her right back where she belongs as soon as possible. I’m nowhere near to getting my fill of Alyson Bennet, not by a long shot and I want her all to myself, now more than ever.

I’ve never been shopping for women’s clothes, and the plaza store owners are more than happy to see me in their stores, grateful for photo ops and pumping my hand as I let them know my new business associate needs some new outfits.

A personal visit from Eric Chambers is always good publicity, and I’m mindful not to stay out in the open for too long either for that same reason, or to reveal just yet who Alyson Bennet really is.

That will be common knowledge soon enough.

The more public appearances I used to make, the more crowds, which meant media and security.

I enjoy using the media to my advantage, but not being at its mercy when I step outside.

The store owners are wise to this though, and keep it discreet, one even closing the store while Alyson looks around, choosing what she wants.

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