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.

into.” His voice was unapologetic. “I don’t do vanilla, Olivia. I like it rough. I like control. And I’m

back, needing distance from his overwhelming presence. “I need to think

need your answer by

That’s not enough time

question,” he

my chest like a

watching me with those

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 man I’d ever seen in person, all hard angles and controlled power

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

shook my head, trying to clear these inappropriate

could finish college without the crushing debt I was still carrying. How had my life come to this? A few days ago, I was in a stable relationship

my floor. I wasn’t special. I wasn’t some supermodel or heiress. I was just… Olivia Morgan, junior

needed money? Half of L.A. needed money. Because we had “chemistry”? The thought made my nipples tighten traitorously beneath

A woman at her lowest point who still managed to hold her head high. Or maybe he just liked

Carter could date anyone. Models, actresses, socialites – themselves at

they’d all throw

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

clear that was 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? What if the sex

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 I fell for him? Or

thoughts. I walked to my desk

is!” Nova spun in her chair. “So?

I froze. “What?”

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

What did he want?”

nonchalance. “Nothing important. Just… work stuff.” Vivian rolled her chair closer. “Work stuff? That’s all you’re giving us? The CEO of Carter