The CEO's Contractual Wife

Chapter 47

Olivia

My hands found their way to his shoulders, fingers digging into the hard muscle there. He tasted like wine and tiramisu, rich and intoxicating. I shifted on his lap, grinding against the hardness beneath me, seeking friction where I needed it most.

Alexander groaned into my mouth, his hands sliding down to grip my ass, guiding my movements against him. He pulled back just enough to look at me, his eyes dark with desire.

“Fuck, Liv,” he breathed, his voice rough. “You feel so good.”

I should have stopped. I should have remembered that this was my boss, that we had a contract, and that this was supposed to be a business arrangement. But his hands were everywhere, and his mouth was hot on my neck, and I couldn’t think straight.

“I want you,” I whispered, surprising myself with my boldness.

Alexander’s response was immediate. He captured my mouth again, kissing me deeply while his hands slipped under my sweatshirt, his fingers hot against my skin.

“Take this off,” he commanded, tugging at the hem.

I raised my arms, letting him pull the sweatshirt over my head. His eyes darkened as he took in my black lace bra, his hands coming up to cup my breasts.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, thumbs brushing over my nipples through the lace. “So fucking beautiful.”

I arched into his touch, a whimper escaping me when he pinched one nipple between his fingers. His mouth found my neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin there.

These leggings need to go,” he said, his hands moving to the waistband.

I stood on shaky legs, hooking my thumbs in the waistband and slowly pushing them down. Alexander watched with hungry eyes as I revealed my matching black lace panties, the fabric already damp with arousal.

growled once I’d kicked

letting me straddle him again, he flipped our positions, pressing me into the couch. His weight pinned me down as he settled between my thighs, his hardness grinding against my

about this,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “About having you under

us, fingers pushing my panties aside to stroke through my folds. I gasped at the contact, my hips bucking against

wet already,” he murmured appreciatively. “Is this

breathed, beyond denial at this

curling them in a way that made me see stars. His thumb found my clit, circling it

“Alex,” I moaned. “Please.”

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earlobe.

as his fingers continued their relentless

his fingers and reached for his belt, unfastening it with quick efficiency. I watched, mesmerized, as he unzipped his pants and pushed them down

and long, the head already glistening with pre–cum. My mouth went dry at the sight of

he asked, stroking himself

admitted, unable to tear my eyes

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fingers in the sides of my panties and pulled them down my legs. He settled back between my thighs, the head of his cock

he said, his voice strained with the effort of holding

legs around his waist, pulling

forward, entering me in one long, slow thrust that had me gasping.

you’re tight,” he hissed, holding still once he was fully seated inside me. “So fucking

adjusting to his size. “Move,” I urged, digging my

pace that was just this side of brutal. Each thrust drove the breath from my lungs,