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

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

of his hardness beneath me. That part, at

his voice dropping to that dangerously

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

holding me firmly in place. “What are you

question hit me like a bucket of

above the waistband of my leggings. “I’m curious about what you like. What gets

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

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sweatshirt, grazing the bare skin of my lower

“I don’t know what you’re expecting. That I’ll be begging you to fuck

words, his pupils dilating visibly.

“That’s not the point!”

it is exactly the point.” One hand moved to my thigh, fingers splaying wide, his pinky just barely brushing the curve of my ass.

as I recognized the truth in it. Ryan had been… adequate. Functional. We’d fallen into a routine early on,

on sex,” I admitted

shot up. “Wasn’t a priority?” He sounded genuinely shocked. “Or was it

sex life, then closed it again.

could change that for

“Change what?”

inched higher, his thumb now definitely grazing my ass. “Sex that would

barely brushing the side of my breast. Even that slight contact

yourself,” I managed to

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

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