The CEO's Contractual Wife

Chapter 48

Chapter 48

Olivia

“I’m gonna come,” I warned, my voice breaking.

“Not yet,” he ordered, yanking my hair harder. “Wait for me.”

I bit my lip, trying desperately to hold back the orgasm that threatened to overwhelm me. Alexander’s thrusts became harder, faster, his cock somehow growing even thicker inside me.

“Olivia?”

I blinked, suddenly disoriented. Alexander’s face was inches from mine, his brow furrowed in concern.

“Olivia? Are you okay?”

I was still on his lap, fully clothed. His hands were on my hips, not my ass. We weren’t having sex. We hadn’t even kissed.

It had all been in my head.

“What?” I stammered, feeling heat rush to my face.

“You completely zoned out,” Alexander said, his lips quirking up at the corners. “Must have been quite the daydream. Your pupils are dilated, and you’re breathing like you just ran a marathon.”

Mortification washed over me in waves. Had I been making noises? Moving against him? Oh god, had I moaned out loud?

“I wasn’t… I didn’t…” I tried to form a coherent sentence and failed miserably.

“What were you thinking about?” he asked, his voice dropping to that dangerous purr that had started this whole fantasy in the first place. “It looked… intense.”

too quickly.

my excuse. “Nothing? Really?” His hands tightened slightly on my hips. “Because it looked like you

aware of his hardness

said, his voice dropping to that dangerously seductive tone, “I’ve been wondering

making the situation worse. Every tiny movement seemed to increase the pressure of

holding me firmly in place. “What are you

a

heard me.” His thumbs traced small circles just above the waistband of my leggings. “I’m curious about what you like. What gets

your business,” I stammered, feeling

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skin of my lower back.

rolled my eyes, trying to mask my discomfort with attitude. “I don’t know what you’re expecting. That I’ll be begging you to fuck

at my words, his pupils

“That’s not the point!”

wide, his pinky just barely brushing the curve of my ass. “Your past sexual experiences… they’ve been pretty

truth in it. Ryan had been… adequate. Functional. We’d fallen into a routine early

never really focused much on sex,” I

sounded genuinely shocked. “Or was it just never good enough to become

mouth to defend my sex life, then closed it again.

change that for you,

“Change what?”

that would ruin you for anyone else.” His hand on my thigh inched higher, his thumb now definitely grazing my ass. “Sex that would

just barely brushing the side of

managed

me, his cock pressing more firmly against my

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