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.

for a moment, he looked genuinely startled. Then, his expression shifted to something

we’re married, I won’t sleep with anyone

blinked, not expecting him to agree

course. It’s 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.

hard for you,” I said, unable to resist needling him. “What about your busy weekly schedule of

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do I have?” He shrugged. “My grandfather’s terms were clear. Either I get married or lose controlling interest in

we can’t have that,

my entire life preparing to lead this

Despite his playboy reputation, there was something intensely

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no more random hookups,” I said. “Just

“Just you.”

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

think you can go from your weekly

I could react, he pulled

gasped, steadying

one arm wrapped firmly around

body beneath mine, the hard muscle of his thighs supporting my weight. And something else, something unmistakably hard pressing against my ass through the thin fabric of his

bite my lip to keep from making a sound. It

I managed to ask, my voice embarrassingly

theory,” Alexander replied, his lips close to my ear. His breath sent

just inches away. My eyes dropped to his mouth, and I found myself

his gaze moving

his voice deeper

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

think I might not need other women if I had you,” he continued, one hand moving to my hip, his thumb

what?” I whispered, hypnotized by the

to devour you.” His grip tightened slightly. “Like you’re

heat flooding between