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.

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

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

him

in the contract.” He took another sip of coffee, watching me over the rim. “Fidelity clause. When I sign my name to something, I stand by it. No matter

unable to resist needling him. “What about your busy weekly schedule of

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“My grandfather’s terms were clear.

we can’t have that, can

can’t.” His voice hardened. “I’ve spent my entire life preparing to lead this company.

him over the rim. Despite his playboy reputation, there was something

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random hookups,” I

“Just you.”

my belly. Just you. The two words hung in the air between us,

you can go from your weekly

quick and decisive. Before I could react, he

I gasped, steadying

you,” he murmured, one

hard muscle of his thighs supporting my weight. And something else, something unmistakably

making a sound. It felt even bigger than it had looked in the towel, thick and insistent

I managed to ask, my voice embarrassingly

replied, his lips close to my ear. His breath

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

face with those intense grey eyes, his gaze moving from my eyes to my lips, then lower to where my

said, his voice deeper than usual. “Truly

growing impossibly harder.

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

whispered, hypnotized by the intensity

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

between my legs. Was I that