The CEO's Contractual Wife

Chapter 60

Olivia

“Looks amazing,” I said, my voice coming out huskier than intended.

“Wait until you taste it.” Alexander handed me a plate and grabbed his wine glass. “Let’s eat outside.”

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I followed him to the deck, where a table overlooked the ocean. The moon cast a silver path across the water, and the sound of waves crashing against the rocks below created a peaceful soundtrack.

We sat across from each other, and I twirled some pasta onto my fork, taking a bite. The flavors exploded in my mouth: sweet tomatoes, sharp cheese, perfectly al dente pasta.

“Oh my god, I moaned, unable to help myself. “This is incredible.”

Alexander’s eyes darkened slightly. “I told you.”

“Seriously, you could open a restaurant.”

Tll stick to running my company,” he said with a small smile. “Cooking is just a hobby.”

We ate in comfortable silence for a while, the food too good to interrupt with conversation. I caught Alexander watching me

a few times, his gaze intense in a way that made heat pool in my belly.

“What?” I finally asked after the third time I caught him staring.

You enjoy your food enthusiastically,” he said, his voice dropping an octave. “It’s distracting.”

felt my

I like watching you enjoy

I

“you come here to escape.

wants something from me. The board, my family,

surprised by his candor. “Having a

glasses. “What about you? Where do you go when you

Not quite as impressive

that. His eyes met mine over the rim of his glass. “Though my bathtub here

him naked, flashed through my mind unbidden. Steam rose around our bodies, his hands skimming over my wet skin, my

so vivid, so tantalizingly real, that I had to press my thighs together under the table. My body hummed with a desire

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another gulp

really is amazing.” I said, desperately

smiled knowingly but allowed the deflection. “Glad you like it. Simple food done well is always

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together. The kitchen felt even smaller now, our bodies constantly brushing against each

the dish soap, his chest pressing against my back again. This time, I was sure it wasn’t accidental. His hips aligned perfectly with mine, and I could feel his cock

plate slipping from my fingers into the sink with

murmured, not sounding sorry at all.

his body still pressed against mine. I should have stepped aside and created some distance, but my body refused to cooperate. Instead, I found myself leaning back slightly, my ass pressing more firmly

was the only indication that he noticed. His hand came to rest on the counter beside mine, effectively

said, my name a warning and a question all at

dishes,” I replied, my voice barely above

But

like that, neither advancing nor retreating. The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife. Then,