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.

shot up, and for a moment, he looked

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

blinked, not expecting him to agree so readily.

the contract.” He took another sip of coffee, watching me over the rim.

unable to resist needling

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

have that, can

preparing to lead this company. Victoria would run it

the rim. Despite his playboy reputation, there was something intensely serious about Alexander when he talked about

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hookups,” I said. “Just

“Just you.”

my belly. Just you. The

your weekly rotation

Before I could react, he pulled me onto his lap, my coffee sloshing dangerously close to

I gasped, steadying

you,” he murmured, one

weight. And something else, something unmistakably hard pressing against my ass through the

twitched beneath me, and I had to bite my lip to keep from making a sound. It felt even bigger than it had

managed to

his lips close to my ear. His breath sent

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

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

again beneath me, growing impossibly harder. Ishifted

think I might not need 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,

whispered, hypnotized by the intensity in his

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

heat flooding between my