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.

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

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

need your answer by

That’s not enough

yes or no question,” he interrupted. “And I’m not a patient

chest like a shield. “I’ll let you

agreed, watching me with those

person was I that being propositioned by my arrogant, demanding boss had turned me on? Sure, Alexander Carter was possibly the

help but wonder: how would those large hands

my head, trying

loans that I knew were weigh- ing on him heavily despite his full-time job. Ethan 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 with a man I thought loved me. Now I was contemplating a contractual

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

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

mixed with determination. A woman at her lowest point who still managed to hold her head high. Or maybe he just liked my ass

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

they’d all throw

kind that involved actual feelings rather than contrac- tual

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

in love with someone. To sleep beside them. To have them inside you. What if I fell for him? Or worse,

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

spun in her chair. “So? What did the big boss

I froze. “What?”

voice to a whisper. “You were summoned

What did he want?”

chair closer. “Work stuff? That’s all you’re giving us? The CEO of Carter Enterprises personally calls you to his office for