The CEO's Contractual Wife

Chapter 30

Olivia

Alexander considered the question, running his thumb along the rim of his mug. “Not regularly. Maybe once or twice a week, depending on my schedule.”

“And who are these lucky ladies? Models? Socialites? Random women from bars?”

Alexander set his coffee mug on the nightstand, leaning back against the headboard with casual confidence. “Depends on the week. Sometimes models I meet at charity events. Sometimes women I connect with at business dinners.”

“So you just fuck whoever catches your eye?” I regretted the sharpness in my tone immediately. What did I care who he slept with?

“I’m selective if that’s what you’re asking. But yes, I enjoy variety.

“And they all get the special Alexander Carter morning–after coffee service?” I clutched my mug tighter, ignoring the strange jealousy bubbling in my chest.

“Not all of them.” He stretched, his t–shirt riding up to reveal a slice of toned abdomen. “Most don’t stay until morning.”

“Charming.”

“It’s efficient.” He shrugged. “I’m clear about my expectations. No strings, no complications.”

I rolled my eyes. “Of course. Heaven forbid the great Alexander Carter might have to deal with a woman’s feelings.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” He took another sip of coffee. “We both get what we want. They get a night with me, I get…”

“Their bodies,” I finished for him.

“An experience,” he corrected. “Mutual pleasure without the messiness of emotions.”

I snorted. “So romantic.”

“Romance is overrated. Sex isn’t.”

“Well, you can kiss all that goodbye once we’re married,” I said, surprising myself with how forceful it came out.

up, and for a moment, he looked genuinely startled. Then,

voice level. “Once we’re married, I won’t sleep

expecting him to agree so readily.

sip of coffee, watching me over the rim. “Fidelity clause. When I sign my name to something, I stand

for you,” I said, unable to resist needling him. “What about your

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were clear. Either

we can’t have that,

spent my entire life preparing to lead this company. Victoria would run

playboy reputation, there was something

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more random hookups,” I said. “Just

“Just you.”

the heat pool low in my belly. Just you. The

your weekly rotation to just one

and reached forme, his movements quick and decisive. Before I could react, he pulled me onto

I gasped,

you,” he murmured, one arm wrapped firmly around

thighs supporting my weight. And something else, something unmistakably hard pressing against my

sound. It felt even bigger than it had looked in the towel, thick and insistent against the curve of my

you doing?” I managed to ask,

to my

him to kiss me then. His face was so close to mine, his lips just inches away. My eyes dropped to his mouth, and I found myself leaning slightly forward, drawn to him like a

those intense grey eyes, his gaze moving from my eyes to my lips, then lower to where my breasts pressed against the

said, his voice deeper than

twitched again beneath me, growing impossibly harder. Ishifted slightly,

need other women if I had you,” he continued, one hand moving to my hip, his thumb tracing small circles through the

by the intensity in

you want me to devour you.” His grip tightened slightly. “Like you’re imagining all the

between my legs. Was