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.

know what you’d be getting into.” His voice was unapologetic. “I don’t do vanilla, Olivia. I like it rough. I like control. And I’m very, very

from his overwhelming presence. “I need to think about

your

That’s not

no question,” he interrupted.

like

agreed, watching me with those

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 man I’d ever seen in person, all hard angles and controlled power wrapped in bespoke suits, but he was also asking me to become his contractual

how would those large hands feel on my breasts? Would his mouth be as demanding as

my head, trying to clear these inappropriate

to think rationally 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 the crushing debt I was still carrying. How had my life come to this?

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

I needed money? Half of L.A. needed money. Because we

A woman at her lowest point who still managed to

Alexander Carter could date anyone. Models, actresses, socialites – themselves at his feet. Why not just find someone to fall in

they’d all throw

actual feelings rather than contrac- tual obligations.

about sex? He’d 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

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

opened, jolting me from my thoughts. I walked to my desk on autopilot, shoving the folder deep into my bag before anyone could

in her chair. “So? What did the

I froze. “What?”

clarified, lowering her voice to a whisper.

What did he want?”

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