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.

hands tightened slightly on my hips. “Because it

made me more aware of his

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

asked warily, trying to shift my weight without making the situation worse. Every

my hips, holding me firmly

hit me like a bucket of cold water. “Excuse

above the waistband of my leggings.

your business,” I stammered,

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slightly higher under my sweatshirt, grazing the bare skin of my lower back. “We’ll be sharing a bed. I like to know what I’m working

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

at my words, his pupils dilating visibly.

“That’s not the point!”

the point.” One hand moved to my thigh, fingers splaying wide, his pinky just barely brushing the curve of my ass. “Your past sexual experiences… they’ve been pretty vanilla, haven’t

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

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

shocked. “Or was it just

life, then closed it

change that

“Change what?”

thigh inched higher, his thumb now definitely grazing my ass. “Sex that would make you understand why people write songs and

across my ribs, his thumb just barely brushing the side of my breast. Even that

yourself,” I managed to say, my

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

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