The CEO's Contractual Wife

Chapter 49

Olivia

My breath caught in my throat. Part of me, a larger part than I wanted to admit, was tempted to say yes, to let his clever fingers slip beneath my leggings and find out just how wet I already was. But another part of me, the part that still had some sense of self–preservation, knew that would be a mistake. Sex with Alexander wouldn’t just be sex; it would be surrendering a kind of power I wasn’t ready to give up.

“No,” I said firmly, placing my hand over his to stop its downward progress. “Not tonight.”

To my surprise, Alexander didn’t push. He simply nodded, his eyes still dark with desire but also showing a flicker of respect.

“Your call,” he said, removing his hands from my body. “I’m a patient man. When it happens, and it will happen, Olivia, it’ll be because you’re begging for it.”

“Pretty confident about that, aren’t you?” I raised an eyebrow, trying to regain some equilibrium.

“I am.” He shifted me off his lap, setting me gently on the couch beside him. “You should get some sleep. It’s late, and you’ve had a long day.”

The abrupt change of subject left me momentarily disoriented. One minute he was talking about making me beg for his cock; the next, he was sending me to bed like a child.

“What about you?” I asked, watching as he stood up and gathered our empty plates, then carried the dishes to the kitchen. “You’re not staying?” The question slipped out before I could stop it, sounding far more disappointed than I intended.

Alexander paused, looking back at me with a knowing smile. “Miss me already?”

“No,” I lied. “I just thought… since you brought dinner…”

“I didn’t want to presume.” He returned to the couch, standing over me with those intense eyes fixed on my face. “Do you want me to stay, Olivia?”

that had happened. Another part wanted him to stay,

probably better if you go,” I said finally, choosing the safer option. “Like you said, I need

leaned down, his face inches from mine. For a heart- stopping moment, I thought

forehead, allowing the warmth of his breath to linger

Liv,” he murmured against my skin. “I have a feeling they’ll

was gone, leaving me alone with my racing thoughts and

on the couch, staring at the ceiling. What the hell

memory of his hardness pressed against me, the casual confidence in his voice when he talked

ridiculous. I was not

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what I needed to clear my head. Get him out of

waistband of my leggings, fingers finding the slick heat between my legs. I was embarrassingly wet, my clit swollen and

I whispered, circling the sensitive bundle

my mind: that arrogant smirk, those intense gray eyes that seemed to see right through me. I imagined his hands replacing mine, his long fingers sliding through

the pressure on my clit. This was pathetic. I was masturbating to the thought of my fake fiancé less than ten minutes after he’d

stop. The memory of his hardness pressing against me was too vivid,

sweatshirt, finding my breast. I pinched my nipple, gasping at the jolt of pleasure that shot straight between my

that feels good,” I breathed, arching my