Oops I Banged the CEO novel Chapter 106

Yvonne froze when she realized he hadn’t moved, hadn’t even taken the bite of cake she’d offered him. Suddenly, embarrassment washed over her—she’d definitely crossed a line.

Her cheeks flushed as she pulled her hand back, hurriedly popping the spoonful of cake into her own mouth.

The awkwardness prickled beneath her skin. Why had she tried to do something so intimate? Of course he’d think she was being ridiculous.

Determined to ignore her own foolishness, Yvonne kept her head down and focused on her cake, refusing to glance back at Marico behind her.

He braced himself with one hand on the couch and slid down onto the carpet beside her.

Sensing his presence, Yvonne scooted over, making room for him without a word.

“Is it good?” Marico asked, his voice laced with curiosity as he watched her, noticing her blushing cheeks and how intently she focused on her dessert.

“It’s really good. I’ll get you a clean spoon,” she replied quickly, not realizing a smear of frosting lingered at the corner of her mouth.

Before she could reach for another spoon, Marico caught her hand, gently tugging her closer.

“Weren’t you just about to feed me?” His voice was low, a husky challenge in his dark eyes.

Yvonne blinked, lowering her gaze. “I thought… you wouldn’t want something I already tasted.”

His eyes flickered, mysterious and deep. “As if I haven’t tasted you before?”

With a ghost of a smile, Marico leaned in, his mouth capturing hers, tongue teasing away the sweet cream from her lips.

The soft press of his lips lingered, sweet with chocolate and thick with his intoxicating scent. Yvonne felt as if she were floating, her senses adrift on clouds.

The wet, intimate sounds of their kiss filled her ears, her heart hammering in her chest.

Neither of them closed their eyes.

“You…” Yvonne’s voice trembled with a hint of playful reproach. “You’re impossible.”

The softness in her tone just made Marico’s restraint slip further.

As soon as the words left her mouth, Yvonne wished she could bite her tongue. Why did everything sound so much more suggestive after a kiss like that?

And when she heard him laugh, she knew he was thinking exactly what she was.

Marico leaned his forehead against hers, a faint smile in his midnight eyes, his voice low and rough as he murmured, “Finish your cake, take a shower, then sleep in my room tonight.”

His breath was warm against her face, his presence closing in until he was her whole world. Yvonne’s lashes fluttered, her voice barely a whisper. “I… I’m still on my period.”

Her cheeks burned, and she couldn’t meet his gaze.