The CEO's Contractual Wife

“You’ve really thought this through,” I said, disturbed by how methodical he was about the whole thing.

“I never enter a negotiation without a strategy.” He moved closer still, his heat radiating against me. “Which brings me back to the non-negotiable aspect of our arrangement.”

My mouth went dry. “The sex.”

“Yes.” His voice dropped to a dangerous purr. “The sex.”

“I’m not a prostitute, Mr. Carter.”

“I never suggested you were. This would be a marriage in every sense of the word, including the physical aspects.”

“Which you expect me to perform on demand?” I asked, hating the breathless quality of my voice.

His eyes darkened. “I expect mutual satisfaction. I’m very good at making sure my partners are… thoroughly pleased.” The way he said “thoroughly” sent a jolt of heat straight to my core. I pressed my thighs together, praying he couldn’t tell how my body was betraying me.

“You’re asking me to have sex with a stranger.” I said, trying to sound indignant rather than aroused.

“We won’t be strangers for long. And trust me when I say I can make it worth your while in more ways than just fi- nancial.”

“You seem very confident about your abilities,” I shot back.

“I’ve never had complaints.” His eyes locked on mine, challenging. “I can make you come so hard you forget your own name. I can make that pretty pussy of yours so wet it soaks through your panties just by whispering in your car.”

My face flamed at his crude words, but my body responded with a rush of heat between my legs.

“That’s-that’s inappropriate,” I stammered.

“I don’t do vanilla, Olivia. I like it rough. I like control.

from his overwhelming presence.

your answer by

not enough

question,” he interrupted.

folder to my chest like a shield. “I’ll let you

agreed, watching me with those predatory eyes.

arrogant, demanding boss had turned me on? Sure, Alexander Carter was possibly the most at- tractive man I’d ever seen

how would those large hands feel on

trying to

Ethan could finish college without

my floor. I wasn’t special. I wasn’t some supermodel or heiress. I was just… Olivia Morgan, junior marketing executive with student loans

list of candidates. But why? Because I needed money? Half of L.A. needed money. Because we had “chemistry”? The thought made my nipples

woman at her lowest point who still managed to hold her head high. Or maybe he just liked my ass in that

actresses, socialites – themselves at his feet. Why not just find someone

they’d all throw

kind that involved actual feelings rather than contrac- tual obligations. A business arrangement was safe. Controlled. No

the memory of his words: “I can make you come so hard you forget your own name.”

pretend to be in love with someone. To sleep beside them. To have them inside you. What if I fell for him?

to my desk on autopilot, shoving the folder deep into my bag before anyone could see

chair. “So? What did the

I froze. “What?”

Carter,” she clarified, lowering her voice to a whisper. “You were summoned to his office,

What did he want?”

important. Just… work stuff.” Vivian rolled her chair closer. “Work stuff? That’s all you’re giving us? The CEO of Carter Enterprises personally calls you