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.

my excuse. “Nothing? Really?” His hands tightened slightly on

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

Alexander said, his voice dropping to that

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

me firmly in place. “What are you

question hit me like a bucket

traced small circles just above the waistband of my leggings.

business,” I stammered, feeling

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

don’t know what you’re expecting.

at my words, his

“That’s not the point!”

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

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

sex,” I admitted

genuinely shocked. “Or was it just never good

my mouth to defend my sex life, then

that for

“Change what?”

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

splaying across my ribs, his thumb just barely brushing the

managed to say, my voice embarrassingly

what I’m good at.” He shifted beneath me, his cock pressing more

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