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.

looked thoroughly debauched: hair wild, cheeks flushed, lips swollen from where I’d bitten

a grip, Olivia,” I muttered to my

it wasn’t just any orgasm. It was the kind that left your legs weak and your mind blank, the kind I’d almost forgotten was

grabbing a washcloth and running it under warm water. “Just because you got off thinking about

sensitivity between my legs. My body felt both relaxed and wound tight at the

happens when you go from a relationship to a contract marriage in

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Chapter 50

hamper. “Your

stared at my reflection again, wondering what Alexander would think if

on? Both?

matters,” I said, flicking off the bathroom light. “He’s not here, and he’s

even as I said it, a small voice in my head

padding naked into my bedroom. “That’s

between them. I hadn’t bothered putting clothes back on why bother

–

stretching out like a cat. There was

half expecting it

a sale at my favorite

flopping onto my back. “I don’t want to hear from

could see was Alexander’s face, that knowing smirk, those intense eyes that seemed to see