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.

looked genuinely startled. Then, his expression

his voice level. “Once we’re married, I won’t sleep with anyone else until our

blinked, not expecting him to

watching me over the rim. “Fidelity clause. When I sign my name to something, I stand by it. No

I said, unable to resist needling him. “What about your busy weekly schedule of models and

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do I have?” He shrugged. “My grandfather’s terms were clear. Either I

can’t have that, can

preparing to lead this company. Victoria would run it into the

reputation, there

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more random hookups,” I said. “Just

“Just you.”

way he said it made the heat pool low in my belly. Just you. The two words hung in the

from your weekly rotation to just

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

gasped, steadying the

murmured, one arm wrapped firmly around my

mine, the hard muscle of his thighs supporting my weight. And something

caught. His cock twitched beneath me, and I had to bite my lip to keep from making a sound. It

are you doing?” I managed

close to

was so close to mine, his lips just inches away. My eyes dropped

didn’t close the distance. Instead, he studied my face with those intense grey eyes, his gaze moving from my eyes to my lips, then lower to where my breasts pressed against

beautiful, Olivia,” he said, his voice deeper than usual. “Truly

twitched again beneath me, growing impossibly harder. Ishifted slightly, and his breath

other women if I had you,” he continued, one hand moving to my hip, his thumb tracing small circles through the t–shirt. “You’re smart and ambitious, and when you look at me

hypnotized by the intensity in

grip tightened slightly. “Like you’re imagining all the things I could

raced, heat flooding between my legs. Was I