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

rose, clearly not buying my excuse. “Nothing? Really?” His hands tightened slightly on my hips. “Because it looked like you

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

his voice dropping to that

weight without making the situation worse. Every tiny movement seemed to increase the pressure of

tightened on my hips, holding me firmly in place. “What

hit me like a bucket of

traced small circles just above the waistband of my leggings. “I’m curious

I stammered, feeling the heat rise to my

1/3

Chapter 48

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

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

darkened at my words, his

“That’s not the point!”

point.” One hand moved to my thigh, fingers splaying wide, his pinky just barely brushing the curve of my ass. “Your past sexual experiences…

Ryan had been… adequate.

on sex,” I admitted reluctantly.

shocked.

to defend my sex life, then closed it again. What

could change that for you, you

“Change what?”

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

up my back, fingers splaying across my ribs, his thumb just barely brushing

managed

me, his cock pressing

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255