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.

His voice was unapologetic. “I don’t do

his overwhelming presence. “I need to think about

need your

That’s not

no question,” he interrupted. “And

to my chest like a shield. “I’ll

he agreed, watching me with those predatory eyes. “Don’t

office with my heart hammering and my panties embarrassingly damp. What kind of person was I that being propositioned by my arrogant, demanding boss had turned me on? Sure, Alexander Carter was possibly the most at- tractive

my floor, I couldn’t help but wonder: how would those large hands feel on my breasts? Would his mouth be as demanding as his personality? Would he be rough

trying to clear these

finish college without the crushing debt I was still carrying. How had my life come to this? A

wasn’t some

was at the top of his list of candidates. But why? Because I needed money? Half of L.A. needed money. Because

mixed with determination. A woman at her lowest point who still managed to

date anyone. Models, actresses, socialites – themselves at his feet. Why not

they’d all throw

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

non-negotiable. My pussy clenched at the memory of his words: “I can make you come so hard you forget

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

jolting me from my thoughts. I walked to my desk

chair. “So? What did the

I froze. “What?”

a whisper. “You

What did he want?”

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 to his