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

hands tightened slightly on my hips. “Because it looked like you were thinking about

of his hardness beneath me.

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

situation worse. Every

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

like a bucket of cold

waistband of my leggings. “I’m curious

none of your business,” I stammered, feeling

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grazing the bare skin of my lower back. “We’ll be sharing a bed. I like to know

don’t know what you’re expecting. That

words,

“That’s not the point!”

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 they? Missionary, simple,

I recognized the truth in it. Ryan had been… adequate. Functional. We’d fallen into a routine early on, and neither of us

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

up. “Wasn’t a priority?” He sounded genuinely shocked. “Or was it

then closed it again. What was

that for

“Change what?”

anyone else.” His hand on my thigh 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

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

yourself,” I managed to say, my

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

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