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.”

said too quickly. “Just tired. Long

“Nothing? Really?” His hands tightened slightly on

squirmed uncomfortably, which only made me more aware of his hardness beneath me.

his voice dropping to that dangerously seductive tone, “I’ve

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

holding me firmly in

hit me like a bucket of cold water. “Excuse

me.” His thumbs traced small circles just above the waistband of my

of your business,” I stammered, feeling the heat rise

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higher under my sweatshirt, grazing the bare skin of

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

at my words, his pupils dilating

“That’s not the point!”

fingers splaying wide, his pinky just barely brushing the curve of

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

focused much on sex,” I admitted reluctantly. “It

He sounded genuinely shocked. “Or

then closed it again. What was there to

could change that for you, you

“Change what?”

inched higher, his thumb now definitely grazing my ass. “Sex that would make you understand why people write songs and start wars and lose their minds

back, fingers splaying across my ribs, his thumb just barely brushing the side of

sure of yourself,” I managed

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

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