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.”

I said too quickly. “Just tired. Long

not buying my excuse. “Nothing? Really?” His hands tightened slightly

me more aware of his hardness beneath me. That part, at

his voice dropping to that dangerously

trying to shift my weight without making the situation worse. Every tiny movement seemed to increase the pressure

my hips, holding me firmly in place. “What are you like in

like a

traced small circles just above the waistband of my leggings. “I’m curious about what

none of your business,” I stammered, feeling the heat rise

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under my sweatshirt, grazing the bare skin of my lower back. “We’ll be sharing a bed. I

to mask my discomfort with attitude. “I don’t know what you’re expecting. That

eyes darkened at my words, his pupils dilating

“That’s not the point!”

just barely brushing the curve of my ass. “Your past sexual experiences… they’ve been pretty vanilla, haven’t they? Missionary, simple,

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

really focused much on sex,” I admitted reluctantly. “It wasn’t

shocked. “Or was it just never

sex life, then closed it again. What was

change that

“Change what?”

you experience sex that would ruin you for anyone else.” His hand on my thigh inched higher, his thumb now definitely grazing my ass. “Sex that would make you understand why people write

across my ribs, his thumb just barely brushing the side of my breast. Even that slight contact sent electricity shooting

I managed

his cock pressing more

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