The CEO's Contractual Wife

The fantasy playing in my head shifted and evolved. Alexander was above me now, his powerful body caging mine as he thrust into me. I could almost feel the weight of him, the heat of his skin against mine.

“You’re so wet for me, Liv,” Alexander growled in my ear. “So fucking tight around my cock.”

“Yes,” I gasped, adding a fourth finger, stretching myself wider. It wasn’t enough, could never be enough compared to what I imagined he would feel like.

My thumb pressed harder against my clit, circling faster as my fingers pumped in and out. My pussy clenched around them, walls fluttering as I approached the edge.

“Fuck, I’m close,” I panted, pinching my nipple hard between my fingers. The sharp pain mingled with pleasure, pushing me higher.

In my mind, Alexander’s pace increased, his thrusts becoming harder and more demanding. His hand wrapped around my throat, applying just enough pressure to make my head swim.

“Come for me,” Alexander demanded. “Now, Liv. Fucking come on my cock.”

My back bowed off the couch as the orgasm hit me like a freight train. Waves of pleasure crashed through me, my pussy clamping down on my fingers as I cried out.

“Alexander!” His name tore from my throat as I came, my body shaking with the force of it.

For several long moments, I couldn’t move, couldn’t think beyond the pulses of pleasure still rippling through me. My fingers remained buried inside my pussy, aftershocks making my inner walls clench around them.

“Holy shit,” I breathed when I could finally form words again. I slowly withdrew my fingers, wincing slightly at the sensitivity.

I lay there on my couch, half–naked and panting, staring at the ceiling. Had I really just had the most intense orgasm of my life while fantasizing about Alexander Carter? My fake fiancé? My boss?

“This is so fucked up,” I muttered, pushing myself into a sitting position.

My legs felt like jelly as I stood, grabbing my discarded leggings and panties from the floor. I made my way to the bathroom on unsteady feet, tossing the clothes into the hamper.

who stared back at me from the bathroom mirror looked thoroughly debauched: hair wild, cheeks

Olivia,” I muttered to my

the kind that left your legs weak

under warm water. “Just because you got off thinking about him doesn’t mean

wincing slightly at the sensitivity between my legs. My body felt both relaxed and wound tight at the same time, like

from a relationship to a contract marriage in a short time,”

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Chapter 50

the hamper. “Your hormones

my reflection again, wondering what Alexander would think if he could see me

on? Both?

matters,” I said, flicking off the bathroom light. “He’s not here, and he’s never going

as I said it, a small voice in my head

naked into my bedroom. “That’s

cool and crisp against my overheated skin as I slid between them. I hadn’t bothered putting clothes back on

–

a cat. There was something decadent about sleeping naked, something I

it, half expecting it to be Alexander, somehow knowing what I’d just

notification about a sale at my favorite online

with me?” I groaned, flopping onto my back. “I don’t want to hear from

could see was