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

Really?” His hands tightened slightly on my hips. “Because it looked like you were thinking about something very

only made me more aware of his hardness beneath me. That part, at least, wasn’t

know,” Alexander said, his voice dropping to that

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

my hips, holding me firmly in

a

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

stammered, feeling the heat rise

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Chapter 48

skin of my lower back. “We’ll be

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

eyes darkened at my words, his pupils dilating visibly. “Do

“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.

I recognized the truth in it. Ryan had been… adequate. Functional. We’d fallen into a

much on sex,” I admitted

priority?” He sounded genuinely shocked. “Or was

then closed it again. What

could change that

“Change what?”

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

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

very sure of yourself,” I managed to say, my voice

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

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