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.

he looked genuinely

right,” he said, his voice level. “Once we’re married,

blinked, not expecting him to agree

sip of coffee, watching me over the rim. “Fidelity clause. When I sign my

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

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

have that, can we?”

preparing to lead

sipped my coffee, studying him over the rim. Despite his playboy reputation, there was something intensely serious about Alexander when he talked about his

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more random hookups,” I

“Just you.”

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

go from your weekly rotation to

mug down and reached forme, his movements quick and decisive. Before I could react, he pulled me onto his lap, my coffee sloshing dangerously close

gasped,

you,” he murmured, one arm wrapped firmly around my

supporting my weight. And something else, something unmistakably hard pressing against my

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

you doing?” I managed to

replied, his lips close to my ear. His

face 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

he 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 the

he said, his voice

cock twitched again beneath me, growing impossibly harder.

he continued, one hand moving to my hip, his thumb tracing small circles through the t–shirt.

what?” I whispered, hypnotized by the intensity in his

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

between my legs. Was I that