The CEO's Contractual Wife

Chapter 31

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.

handle that? More importantly, could I handle it without

me?

as I shampooed my hair with his expensive products, breathing in his

the bathroom door. It swallowed me whole, the sleeves falling past

No sign of Alexander or his knowing smirk.

damp footprints behind me. The hallway was silent

night. I pushed

gleamed under the recessed lighting,

arranged lingerie sets

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third drawer

the hell?” I muttered,

have brought me here last night instead of giving me his T–shirt to sleep in. He had an entire wardrobe of women’s

shook off the thought and focused on

tailored pants that looked like they might fit. In another drawer, I found bras still in their packaging. After some digging. I located one in my size–how many women’s

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

Alexander’s voice came from the

the mascara wand.

own home?” His eyebrow

clothing. “And since we’re on the subject, why did you make me

arms crossed over his broad chest. His eyes traveled down my body, taking in the outfit

in my clothes. His voice

me.”

to my face. “That’s… that’s not

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