The CEO's Contractual Wife

Chapter 62

Alexander stood in the doorway, dressed in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs that hugged his muscular thighs and did little to hide the impressive bulge between them. My eyes traveled involuntarily up his body, taking in his chiseled abs, broad chest, and strong shoulders.

“Jesus, I blurted before I could stop myself. “Ever heard of knocking?”

He smirked, clearly aware of the effect his near–nakedness was having on me. “Sorry. Just wanted to check if you had everything you need.”

“I’m fine,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest to hide my hardening nipples. “Just tired.”

His eyes dropped briefly to my chest before returning to my face. “The bed in here isn’t very comfortable.”

“It looks fine to me.”

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Trust me, it’s not. The mattress is too firm.” He leaned against the doorframe. “My bed’s better. King–sized, memory foam…”

I raised an eyebrow. “Are you inviting me to sleep with you, Mr. Carter?”

Just offering the more comfortable option, Ms. Morgan.” His lips quirked. “Unless you’re afraid you can’t control yourself around me.”

“Please,” I scoffed. “I think I can manage to sleep next to you without jumping your bones.”

“Prove it,” he challenged, eyes glinting with amusement.

I hesitated, weighing my options. The guest bed did look a bit stiff, and after the long day we’d had, a good night’s sleep sounded heavenly. Plus, we’d already shared a bed once before…

Fine,” I said with an exaggerated sigh. “But only because I value my back.”

Of course. Just looking out for your spinal health.”

the master bedroom. The king–sized bed dominated the space, its

the most comfortable mattress I’d ever

beside

cocky. It’s just a

he corrected, settling

space between us. I

Liv,” he said

replied, turning onto

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eyes, trying to ignore his presence and focus on sleep. The mattress really was incredible, cradling my body perfectly. The gentle sound of waves crashing against the rocks below created a soothing rhythm that should have

But I couldn’t sleep.

hyperaware of his presence: the subtle dip in the mattress from his weight, the faint scent of his cologne,

to find a more comfortable position without

as I moved.

deep voice

froze. “Sorry. Did

asleep yet.” The mattress shifted as he turned toward me. “Can’t turn your

facing away from him. If I turned around, I’d be looking directly at his bare chest, and I wasn’t sure I could handle

“What’s keeping you up?”

that I was in bed with my boss. The contract. The arrangement. The way my body reacted whenever he was

about work,”

“Liar,” he said softly.

“Fine. I’m thinking about

“Having second thoughts?”

I said

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