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.

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

needing distance from his overwhelming presence. “I

your answer by

not enough time

he interrupted. “And I’m

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

agreed, watching me with those

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

couldn’t help but wonder: how would those large hands feel on my breasts? Would his mouth

trying to clear these

about this proposal. Five million dollars would change everything for my family. Dad would get his surgery. Nicholas could pay back the money he’d borrowed from friends, loans that I knew were weigh- ing on him heavily despite his full-time job. Ethan could finish college without

I rode the elevator back to my floor. I wasn’t special. I wasn’t some supermodel or heiress. I was just… Olivia Morgan, junior

of his list of candidates. But why? Because I needed money? Half of L.A. needed money. Because we had “chemistry”?

at her lowest point who

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

they’d all throw

commitment. Real commitment. The kind that involved actual feelings rather than contrac- tual obligations. A business arrangement was safe.

non-negotiable. My pussy clenched at the memory of his words: “I can make you come so hard you forget your own name.” Arrogant bastard. But what if he could?

if we caught feelings? A year is a long time to pretend to be in love with someone. To sleep beside them. To have them inside you. What if

jolting me from my thoughts. I walked to my desk on autopilot, shoving the folder deep into my

she is!” Nova spun in her chair. “So? What did the big boss

I froze. “What?”

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

What did he want?”

rolled her chair closer. “Work stuff? That’s all you’re giving us?