The CEO's Contractual Wife

Chapter 31

Olivia

“Can I get up now?” I asked, shifting on his lap.

“Do you want to?” His eyes gleamed with challenge.

No, a traitorous part of me whispered. I wanted to stay right where I was, maybe even rock against him a little more, feel that impressive cock straining toward me…

“Yes,” I lied, forcing myself to sound firm.

Alexander released his hold, allowing me to slide off his lap. The loss of contact left me strangely bereft.

“Shower’s all yours,” he said, leaning back against the headboard with a knowing smirk. “Towels are in the cabinet.”

I rushed to the bathroom, closing the door firmly behind me. Leaning against it, I took several deep breaths, trying to calm my racing heart.

What the hell was wrong with me? One minute, I was annoyed by his arrogance; the next, I was practically melting on his lap. This arrangement was supposed to be business, not… whatever this was.

I turned on the shower, letting the water heat up while I peeled off his t–shirt. My nipples were still hard, and my pussy was embarrassingly wet. All from sitting on his lap for a few minutes.

“Get it together,” I muttered, stepping under the hot spray.

As the water cascaded over me, I tried to think rationally about his offer. Living here would make our charade more convincing. It would eliminate my commute to work. And the penthouse was certainly more luxurious than my cramped apartment.

But it would also mean being around Alexander constantly. Sharing his space, his bed. Dealing with that maddening sexual tension every day.

without giving in to the desire that flared every time he

me?

products, breathing in his scent, I had a sinking feeling I was going to

robe hanging on the bathroom door. It swallowed me whole, the sleeves

to find the bedroom empty. No sign of Alexander or his knowing

tighter around my waist and padded across the plush carpet, leaving damp footprints behind me. The hallway was silent except for the

corridor–the boutique room from last night. I pushed it

recessed lighting, organized by color like a high–end store

open a drawer, finding neatly arranged lingerie sets in various sizes. Another drawer revealed yoga pants

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third drawer contained silky

I muttered, opening more

me here last night instead of giving me his T–shirt to sleep in. He had an entire wardrobe of women’s sleepwear at his disposal. So why did he put

and focused on finding something to

pants that looked like they might fit. In another drawer, I found bras still

I stood in front of the mirror, fully dressed. The clothes fit perfectly as if they’d been chosen specifically for me.

clothes?” Alexander’s voice

poking myself in the eye with the mascara wand. “Jesus! Don’t sneak up on

His

I snapped, gesturing at the racks of clothing. “And since we’re on the subject, why did you

his broad chest. His eyes traveled down my

I liked seeing you in my clothes. His voice dropped lower. “You looked good

me.”

rushed to my face. “That’s… that’s not