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. “Just tired.

slightly on my hips. “Because it looked like you

of his hardness beneath me. That

to that dangerously

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

hands tightened on my hips, holding me firmly in place. “What are you

a bucket of

of my leggings. “I’m curious about what

your business,” I stammered, feeling

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married.” His fingers slid slightly higher under my sweatshirt, grazing the bare skin of my lower back. “We’ll

mask my discomfort with attitude. “I don’t know what you’re expecting. That I’ll be begging you to fuck me?

my words, his pupils dilating visibly.

“That’s not the point!”

to my thigh, fingers splaying wide, his pinky just barely brushing the curve of my ass. “Your past sexual experiences… they’ve

bristled at his assumption, even as I recognized the truth in it. Ryan had been… adequate. Functional. We’d fallen into

never really focused much on sex,” I admitted reluctantly.

“Wasn’t a priority?” He sounded genuinely shocked. “Or was it just never good enough to

mouth to defend my sex life, then closed it

could change that for

“Change what?”

now definitely grazing my ass. “Sex that would make you understand why people write songs and start wars and lose their minds over

ribs, his thumb just barely brushing the side

sure of yourself,” I managed to

know what I’m good at.” He shifted beneath me, his cock pressing more firmly against my ass.

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