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

my reflection. “It’s just a fantasy. Just an

your legs weak and your mind blank, the kind I’d almost forgotten

anything,” I told myself firmly, grabbing a washcloth and running it under warm water. “Just because you got off thinking about

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

relationship to a contract

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Chapter 50

the hamper. “Your

at my reflection again, wondering what Alexander would think if he could see me now. Would he be

on? Both?

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

voice in my head whispered:

padding naked into my bedroom. “That’s

and crisp against my overheated skin as I slid between them. I hadn’t bothered putting clothes back on why bother when I lived alone, and the air conditioning kept my apartment at the

–

I sighed, stretching out like a cat. There was something decadent about sleeping naked, something

I grabbed it, half expecting it to be Alexander, somehow knowing what

my favorite online store. I

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

mind. But all I could see was Alexander’s face,