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. And

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

need your

not enough time

a yes or no question,” he interrupted. “And I’m

chest like a shield. “I’ll let you know by

me with

Sure, Alexander Carter was possibly the most at- tractive man

large hands feel on my breasts? Would his mouth be

trying

borrowed from friends, 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

The question nagged as 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 marketing executive with student loans

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

night he drove me home. Vulnerability mixed with determination. A woman at her lowest point who

– themselves at his feet. Why not just find someone to

they’d all throw

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

made it 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 was

love with someone. To sleep beside them. To have them inside you. What if I fell for

thoughts. I walked to my desk on autopilot, shoving the folder deep into my bag before

her chair. “So? What did the

I froze. “What?”

clarified, lowering her voice to 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