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, his expression shifted to

said, his voice level. “Once we’re married, I

expecting him to

the rim. “Fidelity clause. When I sign my name to something, I

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

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He shrugged. “My grandfather’s terms were clear. Either I get married or lose controlling interest

that, can we?”

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

reputation, there was something intensely

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more random hookups,” I

“Just you.”

the heat pool low in my belly. Just

can go from your weekly

his movements quick and decisive. Before I could react, he pulled me onto his lap, my coffee sloshing dangerously close to the

I gasped,

he murmured, one

of his 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

lip to keep from making a sound. It felt even bigger than it had looked in the towel, thick and insistent against the

doing?” I managed to ask, my voice

lips close to my ear. His breath sent shivers down my

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

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

his voice deeper

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

one hand moving to my hip, his thumb tracing small circles through the t–shirt. “You’re smart and ambitious, and

by the intensity in

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

flooding between