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

like watching

I took another sip of wine,

said, changing the subject, “you come here to escape. What are

something from me. The board, my family, the press.

by his candor.

you?

“My bathtub? Not quite as impressive as an oceanfront property,

mine over the rim of his glass. “Though my bathtub here has a much better view. You should

me in his bathtub, possibly with him naked, flashed through my mind unbidden. Steam rose around our bodies, his hands skimming

a desire I hadn’t felt in longer than I cared to

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amazing.” I said, desperately changing

deflection. “Glad you like it. Simple food done well is always

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plates together. The kitchen felt even smaller now, our bodies constantly brushing against each other as we moved around the space. Each contact sent

I rinsed a plate, Alexander reached past me for 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 pressing against

the plate slipping from my fingers into the sink

sounding sorry at all.

should have stepped aside and created some distance, but

the only indication that he noticed. His hand came to rest on the counter beside

warning

finish these dishes,” I replied, my voice barely above a

should.” But he

was thick enough to cut