The CEO's Contractual Wife

Chapter 29

Olivia

I carefully lifted my head to check if he was awake. His eyes remained closed, and his breathing was deep and even. Thank God.

But then I felt a draft and glanced down. My t–shirt had ridden up during the night, bunched around my waist, leaving my breasts completely exposed against his chest. My nipples had hardened to tight peaks, betraying my body’s reaction.

Had he seen? Had he woken during the night to find me sprawled across him, tits out, like some desperate groupie?

I slowly began to extricate myself, carefully lifting my leg off his. As I shifted, his cock twitched against my thigh, and I bit my lip to suppress a gasp.

“Jesus, it’s huge,” I thought, immediately hating myself for the observation.

I managed to roll away, quickly tugging down the t–shirt. I turned my back to him, feigning sleep, my heart hammering so loudly I was sure it would wake him.

The mattress shifted as Alexander stirred. I kept my breathing deep and regular, praying he’d believe I was still asleep.

I felt him pause, probably looking at me before he carefully got out of bed. His footsteps padded across the room, followed by the soft click of the bathroom door.

Once alone, I let out the breath I’d been holding and rolled onto my back, staring at the ceiling.

“Shit, shit, shit,” I muttered, covering my face with my hands. “Way to go, Olivia. Cuddle up to your fake fiancé with your tits out. Real professional.”

I listened to the shower running, imagining the water cascading down Alexander’s muscular body, over his abs, lower to his impressive-

“Stop it,” I hissed at myself. “This is business. Not a p**n script.‘

just waking up when he returned? Or admit I’d been awake? Would he mention finding me wrapped around him like a

opened before I could decide, releasing a cloud of steam. Alexander stepped out with nothing but a white towel slung low around his hips. Water droplets clung

Holy. Shit.

body beneath mine this morning, but seeing it was another experience entirely. His torso was tapered to a narrow waist, and his abs were clearly defined like something

bulge beneath. Even semi–hard, his cock created an unmistakable

up, but not before he caught me

he said, running a hand through his damp hair. The movement made

lied, my voice embarrassingly

quirked into a knowing smile. “Very well. You’re quite

So he had noticed. “Sorry about that. I

eyes darkened.

muscles in his back rippling with each

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pillows, covering my face

wearing a fitted black t–shirt and gray shorts. Without a word, he left the

body against mine. The image of him in that towel burned into

I muttered,

tingled from being pressed against his chest. I ran my hands over my face, groaning into my palms. This was a business arrangement, not some romance novel. I needed to stop acting like a hormonal teenager and start behaving like

Cold water to wash away these inappropriate

as my feet touched the plush

covers. The t–shirt had ridden