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.‘

and trying to look casual. Should I pretend to be just waking up when he returned? Or admit I’d been awake? Would he

stepped out with nothing but a white towel slung low around his hips. Water droplets clung to his broad shoulders, trailing down the defined planes of his

Holy. Shit.

a narrow waist, and his abs were clearly defined like something carved from marble. A thin line of hair started below his navel and disappeared

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

up, but not before he caught me

hand through his

lied, my voice

into a knowing smile.

So he had noticed. “Sorry about

eyes darkened. “I enjoyed

rippling with each step. The towel hung dangerously low,

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flopped back onto the pillows, covering my face

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

at the closed door, still feeling the phantom heat of Alexander’s body against mine. The image of him in that towel burned into my brain, all those defined muscles, the droplets of water sliding down his chest, the

it together,” I muttered, falling back against the

face, groaning into my palms. This was a business arrangement, not some romance novel. I needed to

shower. That’s what I needed. Cold water to wash away these

the side of the bed. Just as my feet touched the plush carpet, the door swung open. Alexander strode in carrying

diving back under the covers. The t–shirt had