The CEO's Contractual Wife

Chapter 63

Olivia

I should move. I should carefully extract myself from his grip and slide to the other side of the bed. That would be the sensible thing to do.

But I didn’t move. I couldn’t. The feeling of his massive cock nestled against me was doing things to my brain, short- circuiting all rational thought.

His breath was warm against my neck, each exhale sending shivers down my spine. I bit my lip to keep from making a sound as his arm tightened slightly around my waist, pulling me closer in his sleep.

Jesus, I whispered, barely audible.

My nipples had hardened to stiff peaks, and I could feel wetness gathering between my thighs. This was ridiculous. I’d broken up with Ryan less than a month ago, and here I was, getting turned on by my boss’s morning wood.

Alexander shifted behind me, his cock sliding against the curve of my ass. I froze, terrified he was waking up, but his breathing remained deep and even.

I let out a slow breath, trying to calm my racing heart. Think about something else, anything else. Tax returns. Traffic jams. That awkward presentation I’d fumbled last month.

Nothing worked. All I could focus on was the feeling of Alexander’s body molded against mine, his heat seeping through the thin fabric of my tank top and shorts.

I closed my eyes, willing myself to relax. Maybe if I just lay here quietly, I’d eventually fall back asleep. Morning would come, we’d both wake up, and I could pretend this never happened.

Alexander’s slow, steady rhythm. In and out. In and out. The sound of

have drifted off because the next thing I knew, sunlight was streaming through the windows. Alexander’s arm

I remembered where I was. And who I

and dark lashes fanned against his cheeks. In sleep, his features were softer, less guarded. He looked almost

embrace, moving inch by inch to avoid waking him. His arm

holding my

away from

looked down at his sleeping form. The sheet had slipped down to his waist, revealing his sculpted chest and abs. The evidence

tearing

the door silently behind me. Leaning against the sink, I stared at my reflection. My hair was a

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it together, Olivia,” I muttered to myself. “It’s just

on my face, I couldn’t help wondering what it would be like if it was personal. If Alexander had pulled me against him deliberately if those strong hands had wandered beneath my clothes if those full lips had pressed

hissed at my

cold water on my face, trying to wash away both the sleep and inappropriate thoughts about Alexander’s body. After drying my face with one of his ridiculously plush towels, I stared

I muttered, running my fingers through my